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After my torrid Friday and the events of the day, I was both hungry and as horny as I recall ever being. Feeling no effects from dad’s edible, I choked down another. We entered the restaurant and it lived up to its name. It was cozy and warm and darkened; it reminded me of an ancient grotto.The immaculately dressed and attractive woman at the cut-stone greeting station lit up when she saw my boyfriend.“Glade,” she exclaimed as she came out from behind the station with her arms opened wide for a hug. “So great to see you!”“Marie,” he smiled out as they embraced. “This is Krystal. She’ll be dining with me this evening.”“Oh,” she said, sounding slightly surprised. “Girlfriend or just a friend?”I had the impression that I wasn’t the first person he’d ever brought here.“She’s my mistress,” he said with a laugh. “I’m her sex slave!”She laughed at that and took me by the arm. “Come with me and I’ll show you to your table.” She left Glade standing there.She walked me through the very classy and stylish restaurant. Stonework dominated the atmosphere, with dark wood and mood lighting providing warmth and ambience. The walls were of hewn stone, the bar was made from stacked rock, and the floor had wood pathways with large flagstones elsewhere. Several small alcoves lined the various dining rooms, all with rounded archways of stacked stone blocks. She led me to a smaller, more intimate room lit by a roaring fire in a hearth and gestured to one of the alcoves. A folded card, plus a bouquet of roses, adorned the table. That card read, “Reserved, Donner Party.” I smirked when I read it.Marie turned to me. “This is your booth. You’re the first woman he’s brought here in almost a year. He usually comes in and eats alone.”I sat and responded. “A year? May I ask whom?”“I don’t remember her name. Slutty, dressed to show off, bold hair. She swore a lot.”I laughed. “Sounds like Kiera.”She smiled at me. “Your server will be along shortly to take your drink orders. “ She paused Escort elvankent and giggled. “I already know, he’ll have ‘fifty shades of Earl Grey’.”She left and I looked the place over. I wondered where my boyfriend happened to be.I heard his mirth-filled voice approaching. I also heard several women giggling. “…and just like that, Maris flung me across the arena with my armor falling off of me like October leaves. I roll to a stop right under her extremely sexy skirt, staring up into the Promised Land. When she bent down to insult me for invading her space, the way the sun highlighted her face and hair was pure perfection. “As he entered, I saw that four women were hanging on his every word; hanging on him as well. I fought down the urge to erupt in anger. He paused at the edge of our semi-private alcove.“And that, my wonderful ladies, is how I met,” he gestured at me with a flourish, “the fair Krystal.”He smiled at me. “Diane, Tina, Lisa, and Aubrey, please meet my lady Krystal.” I was peeved that he knew their names without looking at their nametags.They smiled at me and looked me over. I knew that look. It was the look of contemplating murder beneath a fake smile. I simply pulled him into me and kissed him deeply. Eat your hearts out, bitches! I thought to myself.“Ladies,” Glade addressed them. “Luke’s best special for the lady, and I’ll have the Sirloin.” His tone grew suggestive. “You know how I like it!”They laughed, the bitches.“Krystal is a connoisseur of fine wines, so she’ll need the premium wine list and I’ll have…”“Fifty shades of Earl Grey,” three of the four said in unison.He sat across from me as I debated whether I wanted to kill them or strangle him more. I dismissed them with a glance and turned to my lover.“What if I didn’t want ‘Luke’s special’?” I queried.“Then we’ll order you something else,” he said without noting the venom in my voice.It was time to fight fire with fire. I slipped my foot out emek escort of my sandal and placed it on his crotch. “What if I’m hungry for a different kind of meat?”He smiled and fanned himself. “Exactly why I need to eat right now! I’ll need the energy.”One of his harem, Aubrey, came back with the wine list and hovered dangerously near his side while I looked it over. I chose six of the more expensive wines, by the sample glass, to taste. I had no intention of drinking them all; I just wanted to try them.We talked while I waited on my drinks.“Do you like this place?” he asked me.“Yes,” I answered truthfully. “I’m not terribly happy that every bimbo in the joint is falling all over you, but the décor is nice and the wine list is excellent.”“I’m glad you like it,” he answered, ignoring the rest of what I said.Aubrey came, bearing a tray, followed by a man in a nice suit. He was older, very well-dressed, and smiling very white teeth under his dark tan.“Jim,” Glade called out. “How are you?”“Jim owns the place,” he said to me.“Do you know every fucking body?” I said, exasperated. Everywhere we go, everyone knows him.“Oh, I’m a regular here,” he said as he got up approached Jim.Aubrey placed the wine glasses in front of me, naming them off as she did so. Then she turned to me.“Are you two involved?” she asked.I rejected my first, instinctive, witty retort and said, “Not really, I’m just using him for sex.”She blushed and then looked at me. “Girl to girl, is he as amazing as he seems?”At that moment, my dad’s concoction kicked in full force. I suddenly felt amazing and I sipped my wine. “You have no idea,” I said to her.Glade came back to the table with the owner in tow. Jim greeted me warmly. He talked with us for about a minute and then left. He seemed nice.“You two seem friendly.”“I spent quite a bit of time here absorbing the stonework. It’s what inspired me to do it for a living.”“How many of these sluts have you fucked?’He eryaman escort bayan paused, growing mock-pensive. He counted on his fingers, shook his head, and furrowed his brow.“Counting you that would make one!” he beamed out with that perfectly crooked smile.“Which one?” I asked, not upset at all. In fact, I was feeling tingly all over, kind of trippy, and was having a mental laugh.“You, of course,” he said.The next few minutes, I put myself into slutty-overdrive. My mind was awash with all sorts of naughty, kinky, and perverted ideas. I was describing all the things I wanted to do to him, and him to me. I was telling him that I wanted to feel his lips and tongue on my nipples for hours and pulled down the top of my tube-top dress to show him the pleasures that awaited.“How do you get them to never wear a bra?” A male voice said, startling me.I quickly covered up and saw a man in a white chef’s uniform, no hat, though, standing there smiling.“Hi, Luke!” Glade said. He turned to me. “He’s the best chef in the state, if you ask me.”Turning back to Luke, he said, “Luke, I am your father.”I giggled and gave him a timid wave as I hid my breasts with my arms and pulled my dress back up.“I, ah, sorry to interrupt.” He smiled at me. “I wanted to know how you’d like your brandy-seared steak cooked.”“Medium, please, sir,” I answered.The chef then bent forward and whispered something into Glade’s ear. My lover chuckled.“He says your breasts are amazing and was worried you’d be offended,” he said to me.“Oh, you like?” I said to him with a huge smile. I’d like to blame my dad’s herbal gummies or the wine I had barely touched. The truth was that I wanted my boyfriend to forget all about those other women vying for his attention.I brazenly pulled my top down. “Take a good look, then.”He stared at me and practically drooled. My beau erupted in appreciative laughter.Luke thanked me for flashing him, complimented my breasts, and backed away, never taking his eyes off of me. He left wearing a huge smile.Our food came, this time served by Lisa. She hovered all over him, pressed her generously endowed boobs into his arm, and doted over him. I felt invisible. My lover thanked her, but never once took his eyes off of me. Feeling his stare made me tingle with heat.
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