“Good,” she says. “You keep your part of the bargain and you can keep my part as well.”
“So, it’s all on me?” I ask and laugh.
“You’re the stud fighter, after all, aren’t you?” she asks.
“You know it.”
We eat in silence until Amanda says, “Well, I have to finish scarfing this down because I have to start my shift. This is all professional, of course.”
“Of course,” I tell her.
She gets up to leave and I wish I could pull her close to me and kiss her. I’d lay her down on this table and fuck her brains out in front of anyone passing by who might want to see.
I couldn’t do that, of course. There were the kids on the field trip to think about. But in my quick fantasy, I’m ripping off her bra, my hands fumbling with her massive breasts, to get to those little nipples that are hard as hell for me, and standing up just wanting me to nibble on them like I have been this burger that’s almost as hot as she is…
But she seems determined to leave and it’s silly to think there would be sex on our first date. She might not count this as a date but I sure as fuck do. I wonder if she’ll kiss me after our second date. And let me into her panties by the third, so I can turn her around and get a great view of that fine ass of hers.
Rex wakes up, looks at Amanda and gives her a whiny yawn.
“Bye, baby,” she says and pats him on the head, breaking me out of my fantasy. “Take care of your daddy now.”
I laugh and look at Amanda.
“You know he will,” I tell her, although really I want to say, “I’m going to be your daddy before you know it. Or at least, that’s what you’ll be calling me as I slap your ass and call you a bad girl for letting me do whatever the fuck I want to that hot body and sweet little cunt of yours.”
“I hope so,” she says. “You need it.”
She walks off and I stare after that ass and body. She is just so hot I can barely take it.
“We’ve got work to do,” I say to Rex, as he lies back down and closes his eyes.
Yes, Miss Amanda, I say to myself as she turns the corner without looking back.
I will definitely be the one working on you soon.
Chapter 8
Lincoln
A few days later, I show up at Amanda’s condo. I had my eyes checked and she said to come over and that she’d cook for me. I told her I hadn’t had a good, home-cooked meal in a long time. Let’s face it… my mother never cooked a day in her life, especially with the booze flowing.
I knock on the door. I brought flowers and a nice bottle of wine. While this is not supposed to be a real date since she’s not supposed to date her clients, I go all out anyway. Yeah, she’s hot and all but I really like this girl.
Sometimes it’s possible to mix business with pleasure.
And I want to pleasure Amanda until our bodily fluids are so mixed up, we can’t tell whose is whose. I’ll make her cum so much she’ll forget her own name, and mine too, even though I know she’s hooked on me. That’ll be okay, though, because my cock will be so far down her throat while I’m sucking on her hard little clit that she won’t be able to call it out.
She opens the door and I tell myself to be the perfect gentleman, even though I really want to fling her down on the couch and tear her clothes off.
“Hi,” she says. “Come on in.”
I walk in, feeling a little embarrassed suddenly. I can feel my face turn hot and red.
“These are for you,” I say.
I hand her both the flowers and the wine at once.
“Thank you,” she says. “You are so sweet.”
I just look down and clear my throat.
“Well, don’t just stand there,” she says. “Dinner is cooking.”
I follow her into the kitchen. It smells great. She’s making a beef stew with all the fixings.
“Sit down,” she says.
I sit at the bar that divides the kitchen and the dining area.
She brings the wine over with two glasses.
“If you will do the honor,” she says and smiles.
She looks great. She’s wearing a t-shirt and jeans. She looks so different than she does at work. And she looks even sexier, too, even though I didn’t know that was possible.
“So, what did the doctor say?”
“What?” I ask, as I push the corkscrew down and pop the cork out.
“The doctor, you know,” she says.
She looks at me with the mixing spoon in the stew.
“Oh yeah, yeah,” I say.
I sit the cork up to make it look fancy and all, like I’m really sophisticated.