NEVER BE TOO EARLY TO START PROM SEASON PLANNING
Teenagers anticipate prom from the moment they begin high school. For numerous years, girls could dream about their outfit. While planning for senior prom doesn't have to begin in your first year, you should start doing so well in advance. If you go shopping early, for instance, you'll find a better assortment of clothes. Since many students might be using the local limo service in Kingston Ontario, it might be challenging to make last-minute reservations for transportation. To create a simple and pleasurable prom night, start early.
Attire
Dresses are frequently trickier than you think. Prices may be higher and selections may be slimmer if you shop too close to the prom date. Find out when your preferred retail stores start stocking the in-season prom dresses if you are determined to wait for the new arrivals. Otherwise, the early fall or the days following the holidays can be the best times to find a fantastic deal. Give yourself enough time for fittings and alterations if you are having a dress created. A design may not always turn out as expected. Even a ready-made outfit can need to be altered to fit properly. Suits and tuxedos are typically hired. Near the prom date, popular sizes may run out of stock. You might need to call numerous stores if you wait too long to find the proper size. Young guys can also like to have a bowtie or other accessory made to match their date's outfit.
Transportation
Everybody's prom night experience is distinct in terms of the transportation. It's common to use their limousine rental service for prom transportation. A limo reservation made by a group of pals is typical. In this manner, everyone can go out to supper and ride in their customized vehicle to prom. The limo trip home is the ideal way to cap off this enjoyable day. For prom night transportation, a Kingston car service might also offer more conventional automobiles. For instance, a couple could want to go alone in a smaller vehicle. Make arrangements early to guarantee that you get the car of your choice. You can choose your vehicle's style and color more carefully in this method.
Makeup And Hair
You can never start planning your hair and makeup too early. Professional hairstyling is recommended for some hairdos. In this instance, you must schedule your hair appointment early enough to give you time to finish getting ready. You and your pals might also schedule a collective appointment for hair, nails, and cosmetics. After lunch, spend the remainder of the afternoon at the salon with your date. Popular hair salons require appointments ahead of time, especially if there is a group of girls with a time constraint.
Conclusion
Preparations for the prom don't have to be difficult. Everything may be ready well before the big night if you start thinking about the specifics a few months in advance. For your special night, their vehicle and limo ride can offer dependable and secure transportation. You can be driven to prom, supper, and your house by a private driver. Prepare for a fun-filled, opulent evening!
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The Governor's son is the least of your worries!
Summary: You and Choso are undercover cops on a sting operation to take down a drug lord Yakuza, while also looking for the governor's son who ended up on the wrong side of town. Unfortunately, you meet a man that distracts you with his fingers. Where the fuck is the governor's son, and how are you going to get rid of this persistent man?!
※ Warnings: suggestive, satirical, rushed. Part two?
※ Characters: hot Gojo x reader, implied Choso x reader
“I have eyes on the target. He’s making his way to the VIP lounge overhead with two civilian women. On standby at your nine o’clock.”
“Roger.” You grumbled on your high stool, chin on your hand in annoyance. Choso chuckled in your ear and asked if the random patron was still bothering you, to which you hissed an exaggerated, “Yes!” as quietly as you could.
The two of you were sent on a mission to secure a notable Yakuza member who had been running illegal poker games to cover up an even more illegal drug ring. It had taken a shitload of time just to get enough evidence to organize a sting operation, all for that to almost go down the drain when word got out that the governer’s son had waddled his way into the exclusive bar at the same time as their target. It didn’t take a genius to deduce that Takumi, the Yakuza in question, had received a tip and intended to use the whelp as a body shield. So, a half of an hour of meticulous planning later, you and Choso entered the bar at different times, each with an objective of securing the unknowing hostage and then subsequently arresting Takumi.
Unfortunately for you, you were stuck seated on a semi-secluded high table close to a winding stairwell, waiting for the guy who was hitting on you to get you two some drinks. You had thought of running off many times after he cornered you and insisted, eyes searching for Choso in the crowd of poker tables and bodies, but you couldn’t arose any suspicion. There were several rats amongst the people, vigilant, waiting for someone to fuck up and blow their brains out, and she was not going to get them in trouble over a random guy.
“Hey, you didn’t run away!” The man grinned cockily at you as he squeezed beside you, sitting so close that your knees were touching, before placing the two strangely fruity drinks on the table.
“I wanted a free drink.” You replied noncommittally, giving him a once over after deciding that you needed to blend in a bit more and play the part of an escort. White hair, ice blue eyes, and a killer face – the man was absolutely attractive, and didn’t he know it with the way he was staring unabashedly at you like he had already won you over, like you were already in his trap the moment you laid eyes on him.
“Well lucky for you, I grabbed us the expensive stuff.” He lifted his drink to you, patiently waiting for you to do the same, before smiling when you hurriedly grabbed yours and clinked it against his. “So, what do you do?”
Registering Choso’s confirmation of staying at ease for now, you finally gave him half of your attention. “I’m an undercover cop.” You replied, taking a cursory sip of your drink when he laughed at your claim.
“Yeah right, you’re either bad at making jokes or bad at your job – what kind of undercover cop says they’re an undercover cop?”
“You’re so easily amused. What brings you here?” You ‘deflected’ cleanly, although he’d never know that you were telling the truth.
“Had to get some air.”
You couldn’t help the natural giggle at his admission. “And you just happen to walk into a poker club to do so?”
Pretty boy shrugged. “It worked out well, got to meet you.”
“Oh wow, I’m almost blushing.” You casually survey the parameter. Had Choso found the governor's son yet? You couldn’t do anything right now being occupied by this persistent guy, and even if you tried, you hadn’t established any next moves with Choso beforehand, and that could lead to a fatal outcome if you both weren’t prepared.
Before you could fill in the silence again, the man tilted his head to block your view of the floor, frowning in disappointment when your attention wasn’t on him anymore. You grabbed his face in a completely innocent, reflexive reaction, startled out of your thoughts at the face that randomly appeared in your view, and then mimicking his wide-eyed stare at the sudden proximity.
“Wow…” he mumbled in surprise as he stared deeply into your eyes, your lashes tickling his, his cheeks flushing a brilliant pink at your sudden boldness. It was only for a moment though, as you released him and leaned back on your chair to regain some space, while his features perked up with a pleased smile at your actions. “Feeling me already?” He teased without skipping a beat, already recovered, his ridiculously blue eyes drinking you up with an insatiable desire to –
“Look.” You started, pushing back the roiling heat in your stomach at the unabashedly salacious look he was now supporting, biting your lip a bit when his hand dropped down on your knee and purposefully fanned the flames. “We can’t do this – I’m busy doing something right now, so let’s, uh, rain check on that?” You said, hinting at his hand that had now cupped your hip and pulled you closer. This was sort of on brand for the role you were playing for the rats, you realized as he leaned in, a loose thought of one kiss not hurting before you squashed it. Could you stop him when the time came for you to bounce though? Highly unlikely.
You mentally sighed, knowing you had to push him away and ‘storm off’, probably hide out in the bathroom for a bit and reconvene with Choso.
“Don’t wanna.”
What a fucking brat –
“Live a little.” He encouraged, licking his lips in a drunken stupor, almost hanging off of you despite not having an ounce of alcohol. “Tell me your name, wanna know what I’ll be praying for for the rest of my life.”
You looked away from him, although he registered the gesture as shyness and grinned at you fully pleased with himself. You were getting annoyed now. “[Name] – what’s yours.” You asked, getting ready to say, Nice to meet you but I gotta go, and leaving for good.
“Gojo Satoru.”
You shot your head back at him, eyes wide as you hissed, “The governor's son?!”
Now that you looked at him, he matched the photo Choso had passed to you during the ride to this location – the man in front of you had forgone his sunglasses and hoodie, but his lower face was undeniably a match. What kind of ironic luck was this? You almost cheered as you reached to your earpiece to alert Choso, just before Gojo ripped his hands from you coldly.
“You’re one of those, aren’t you?” The disappointed frown he shot you sunk your heart. “Thought this was different.”
“No, listen –“ In a rush of desperation, you grabbed his hand and dipped it under your dress. Gojo froze as his face flamed again, his undeniable attraction to you overpowering his better self, his thoughts clouding in desire once more and his lips parting in shock as he willingly let you guide his hand in between your legs under the table, before his fingers caressed something hard and metallic, causing his face to fall for a moment. “See? I’m really an undercover cop. My partner and I are here to get you out of here before a shootout happens.”
“What’s going to happen?” He whispered as you freed your hold on his hand, letting him touch the gun strapped to your thigh on his own.
“We’re right above a drug ring. There’s a Yakuza here. I’ll contact my partner really quickly and tell him the news and escort you to the car. Sorry, but you’re going to have to pretend like we’re still flirting so no one suspects anything.”
With that, you pinged Choso, informing him of your accidental discovery as Gojo curiously trailed his hand to your other thigh, noting the sheathed knife you had strapped there as well. Confirming the plan, you click off and open your mouth to tell Gojo what’s next, only for you to gasp in shock when his index finger pokes the wet spot on your panties.
“Hm, you’re actually wet. What kind of cop are you?” He drawled unable to hold back the excited grin, completely recovering from the whole situation, leaving you to stare at him, gobsmacked at his casualness. “Let’s see – pretend, right?” He affirmed as he hooked that finger to your panties and pulled it away a little to make room for his middle finger to slide in. Ever the gentleman, his long leg came up to rest over your own, covering up what he was doing from prying eyes.
“G-g-gojo –“
“Satoru.” He corrected in a childish tone, as his finger made a home within your slit, pushing in and out a few times in wonder at how greedily you sucked him in, before he circled your clit and was rewarded with a muffled moan from you. “So cute.” Gojo praised as he pulled his hand out from between your legs, his blue eyes never leaving your own, before making a show of placing his wet middle finger in his mouth and loudly sucking on it.
You felt your panties get drenched further.
“You taste so sweet.” Gojo sighed, pulling them from his lips and reaching out to slot it between yours as he pressed a hot kiss against your flushed neck, trailing down to your pulse point before sucking deeply, getting off on the strangled moan you released. He tugged you onto his lap, laughing deliriously as you instinctively rutted against his crotch. “Can’t fucking wait to –“
An explosion interrupted the thought, freezing you both against each other as a chorus of screams rang through the room and gun shots rattled the air. Your jaw clenched as you realized where you were before you pushed his head down and pulled out your own gun.
“Get Gojo out of there!” Choso’s voice rang on your left ear, hearing his heavy footsteps over the earpiece and deducing that he was running. “Keep him safe or we’re screwed!”
“What about Takumi?!” You screamed over the noise, pushing Gojo’s head lower when a few people ran past them in terror.
“I’ve got eyes on him – he’s running down the stairs on the left!”
The stairs on the left…. You shot your gaze to the staircase near you, spotting the man halfway down them and clocked your gun. You ignored Choso’s cry to state your location, as you shot two holes in each of Takumi’s shins.
“Hot.” Gojo mused appreciatively.
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