Smoke and Mirrors

Sir

"Are you ready to order tonight, Sir?" the young waitress asks me.

She's cute, but she isn't really what I'd consider stunning. She'd be alright for tonight, but I want something a tad more, hmmmm, what's the word...exotic?

"Go away, and send Asia over," I say without even lifting my eyes from the menu.

"Jerk," I hear her mutter as she walks away.

Only a few moments pass before Asia waltzes over, a smug look on her face and a gleam in her eye.

"Causing the staff to gossip again?" she asks me, mirth in her voice.

"I don't care about them. I just want you to take my order," I answer. Truthfully, I just want her, period.

"People will begin to talk."

I straighten my tie and sit back in my seat. The chair is comfortable, but I'm not here for the chair; I'm here for her.

"Then I suppose we can really give them something to talk about. Maybe if I bend you over this table, rip down your panties and fuck you from behind, they'd have something to gossip about."

Her eyes don't flutter. Not fucking once. She simply taps her pen to her lips, and smiles at me.

"Well that would give them a show. But seeing as it's not going to happen, then I would suggest you be nice to the other waitstaff and just order your dinner."

Every time I come here I try to get her to come back to my place for a good ol' fashion fucking, tie her up, play with her, make her come, and then make me come. Rinse and repeat. I keep upping the ante, and she keeps rejecting me every time, regardless of what I say or do. But tonight, I'm not going to let her go. Not without taking her home to fuck every way I possibly can.

"What if I want to eat my dinner off you?" I say as look up at her.

God, she's fucking beautiful. Long, dark hair, and dark, sun-kissed, deliciously smooth skin. I can see straight through to her soul in the reflection of her eyes, they're so deep and expressive. And dear lord, those lips! Plump and firm, and just plain fuckable.

She huffs and rolls her eyes at me.

"I'd stop that if I were you, because you're making me hard and you'll have to crawl under the table and suck me off."

She laughs at me! Does she not realize how damn frustrating she is?

"Or how about I run my tongue deep inside your cunt?" I say.

This time, she doesn't laugh or even roll her eyes at me. She simply smiles.

"Sir, you've tried everything. Is this your last ditch effort?"

"Far from it. I'm only warming up."

"Anyway, what would you like for dinner?" Asia taps her foot and tilts her head to the side, just challenging me with a look. One that tells me I'm wasting my time.

She clearly doesn't know me well – it's obvious. Because I go after what I want and I get whatever my heart (and cock) desires. And tonight, they both desire her.

"Fine, bring me dinner."

"And that would be what?" She smirks.

"You, naked, spread out on the table, legs apart, with a streak of chocolate so I can lick it off you."

"And your second choice," she quickly responds, not missing a beat.

"I'll fuck your ass, but I prefer to lick your pussy first."