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“Business is booming,” Mac shrugged, plucking the empty shot glass from her fingers. “Sometimes it’s more cost effective to know when to phone it in for someone.” Passing her a glass of ginger ale, he gave her a cocky smirk at her question. “I’ve dabbled in a lot of things, but I’m not a licensed therapist, promise. You won’t get a hidden fee for talking to me, just don’t walk out on your tab.” He shook his head at her, “If talking about jolly ranchers is what you need to do to decompress, be my guess, but I hate to tell you, I’ve never had a blue one, so my professional psychoanalysis will undoubtedly fall short.” Popping a menu in front of her he tapped the specials and started mixing the drinks orders that just rolled in.
Celesté eyes the ginger ale with skepticism, unsure whether to take it or not. She decided to mess with the condensation on the glass first, ready to decide later if she wanted to drink it. “ Oh no, I talk about it all day at work. This is the last place I want to discuss it. ” she mumbled, tracing a droplet with her finger. Well, one comment and that would be it. “ Blue isn’t worth the hype, I think. Its blue raspberry, and that’s honestly such a fake flavor. So that tells you a little bit about those that love it. ” She decided to give in, taking a sip of the ginger ale and glad of it. Maybe the bartender knew what he was doing. She also pointed out a margarita and pointed with her finger mimicking the bartender. “ You got a name, sonny?”
“I do like it when you have less outburst.” Dany couldn’t help the teasing smirk on her face before she rolled her eyes at him. “But you should still know when i am not in the mood and when I’m in this limbo… There’s tell tale signs whether I’m genuinely pissed or just want attention.”
“ Buuuut then it makes me less predicable. I still like the spontaneous outburts. ” After that though, he stayed quiet, just looking and silently studying. Could be either, still. Sure, he knew the risks of saying the wrong thing, and Dany did have some tells that usually helped the man. But right now, right now he was really drawing a blank. After a significant pause, he offered up somewhat of a solution. “ Why don’t you just tell me how to respond next. I don’t get in trouble and you get to hear what you want. ”
Steve had gone home, showered and spent a solid half hour trying to talk himself out of going, coming up with excuses, one more stupid than the next. He couldn’t have a fucking anxiety attack over the prospect of a hot date with a young woman, seriously, what was wrong with him. After a while of pondering he shook his head and started thinking of what Carol would do–Carol would go for it, so would Liz, so would pretty much everyone he knew. He didn’t have to marry her and he didn’t even have to kiss her, it was just fucking dinner for crying out loud. He could do dinner. It was eating, food.
Taking a deep breath, he got up and picked a white shirt and a black suit, trimmed his beard and got dressed, going back to the flower shop to pick her up ten minutes or so before 7. He had texted for a reservation near the pier–his favorite go-to place to eat. It may not be hella fancy but they weren’t overdress for it and the food was actually good, not those tiny portions that cost a fortune in fancy restaurants. He only hoped she liked that–she seemed to be down to Earth.
“Hey there,” he replied with a soft smile, trying to catch his breath at just how beautiful she looked–also, she looked older dressed like this so he was feeling a tad less craddle-robber and the tension in his shoulders receded a bit. “So do you, you look very nice. Uhm, I made a reservation at this restaurant by the Pier. It’s nice, it’s not super fancy so I hope you like it,” he (over)shared a little. “Shall we go? I left the car around the corner.”
She wore a casual smile, still secretly very excited about the potential of the night. It had been some time since she went out with a handsome stranger, and she could see no reason to not be thrilled. Why not be hopeful? Why not continue to wear her usual good attitude? The goddess felt as sleek as her outfit, and the heels definitely helped her be a little closer to Steve’s height. “ Thank you. I’m ready for some food, so let’s do this. ” She was absolutely not shy about her stomach, that was for sure. Persephone was fine will small talk until they arrived to their destination, knowing that she would be fine with whatever Steve had picked out, or at least somewhat sure that she would be. When they finally reached the restaurant, any breath that she might have been holding was released. She could hear the buzz of people and the lights were friendly. “ Nice place. You’re a pro at this dating thing. ” She teased, letting him lead the way inside.
ariana was happy for her teasing question to go unanswered for a bit, more than content with lucy’s mouth being otherwise occupied. it was honestly impressive just how much of ariana’s thick shaft pumping deep into her throat she could handle; ariana actually had to slow down her rhythm of fucking lucy’s face up and down her cock to keep herself from coming just yet. she wasn’t sure how lucy was working in air to breathe with all the messy slurping around ariana’s huge shaft thrusting in her throat, but she’d clearly worked out a system. “well, this place is lucky to have you,” ariana chuckled in reply, biting her lip as the smaller brunette stroked her saliva-slick cock. “you’re a very talented waitress. and it’s good to know your ass is on the menu… i think i might have to order up some anal.” she hummed as she looked over lucy’s body once more, clearly liking every bit of what she saw under that uniform. “tell you what, i do need fresh coffee, but after you get that sorted, let’s see just how much of that thick ass you can work down on my cock.”
the waitressing was just okay. fucking her clients was the real perk. the lil lady was fairly insatiable. sure there were some creeps from time to time, but ariana was not one of those that she would put in that category. “ coming right up pretty lady. ” she chirped, scooting backwards. her yellow uniform was short enough that as she turned away to go fetch the coffee pot, the edge of her ass was absolutely bouncing and showing while walking. she felt extra confident with the frills and how the uniform fit her figure. and why shouldn’t she? the smell of coffee grew stronger as she went to the pot and returned to fill the white cafe mug with the hot brew. “ you need cream or anything?
sugar’s on the table. as is the room temp cream, but i’ve got some cold stuff in the fridge that’s so much better if you’d prefer. ”
alexa had to smile a little at jo’s promise, her comfortable touch tracing idly over the brunette’s slender frame. “oh, i know it is, good girl,” she chuckled, hand making its way down to jo’s ass to give one cheek a healthy, possessive squeeze. “i fuck it often enough, don’t i?” alexa liked to drain her balls in her assistant before heading home most days, and when she was bending jo over her desk there was never any telling which hole she’d feel like filling. the dominant blonde hummed inquisitively as she let her touch dip under the hem of jo’s clothes, even more casually intimate as her fingers reached between the brunette’s cheeks. “you did remember to pack your plug, didn’t you, jo?”
she typically would be dressed in oversized jeans or maybe some skinny ones with daisies hand stitched into the size. but today it was a pale orange sundress, one almost the color of a creamsicle. plenty of moveable fabric for alexa to mess with. jo nodded fervently at alexa’s rhetorical question, well familiar at this point with being cum-stuffed, or walking home with it dripping down her legs before she started to wear her plug. “ packed it? ” well. somewhat. maybe jo had taken more of a literal basis when it came to packing her plug. she knew that if alexa reached back far enough she would feel just where josephine had packed it. “ sort of. i didn’t want it to get lost. more like, i wore it to pack it. ”
