Dinner and A Show

Cambridge, Massachusetts 

My heart is racing, waiting for Drake to reply. I feel like some teenage girl who has the most popular guy in school ask her out. Startling me, my phone vibrates in my palm. Once I manage to restart my heart, I read his message. The message is short but sweet. However, I can feel his power and charisma in every word. 

“I’m glad you decided to make the leap. If you would send me an email address, I can send you the necessary instructions for the evening.”

A shiver passes through my body, flooding my p***y with excitement. How does he do that? I immediately send him my email address, anxiously awaiting his reply. He thanks me and says he’s looking forward to our evening together. I can’t bring myself to reply, too much excitement coursing through me. I’ll just sound like an idiot. A few hours later, my phone chimes with an email from Drake.

“Dear Jada, 
  
I promise that our evening will be one to remember. I have made us a reservation at the Buddakan restaurant, three days from now, at 8:00 pm. I don’t want you to worry about anything. I have already taken care of the hotel and travel arrangements. You have the penthouse suite for the night at the Palomar. I have provided a link to your itinerary in this email, so you may plan accordingly. 

For dinner you must wear a dress. I want to see you in something sexy and flattering, but not the little black dress in your closet. I want to see you in something vibrant and colorful. I want to be the envy of every man, as they stand mesmerized by your beauty. 

Heels are another requirement for this evening. The heels must be at least three inches or more in height. The lingerie should be tasteful, but is at your discretion. The jewelry and hair, I will leave up to you. Know that sex is not a requirement for this evening, only the pleasure of your company. I will not take advantage of you, and will only take what you offer freely. If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to contact me. 
  
Sincerely
Drake Owens” 

He is demanding. I’m not sure if it’s offending me or turning me on. Sure, men have made reservations for me, but they never try to tell me what I can and cannot wear. I should be upset by this. I mean, I am an independent woman right. Free thinking, able to make my own decisions. So why do I have a feeling that my wand and I are going to be spending some more quality time in ten minutes. Well, it sounds like I’m going shopping tomorrow. 

The following day in Cambridge 

I call my girlfriend Mikayla to go shopping with me. She readily agrees to come along. Telling a small white lie, I say I need a sexy new dress for a date with Eric. Eric is my on and off again f**k buddy. But also kind of, sort of, my boyfriend, it’s complicated. I pick Mikayla up at her apartment, since I’m the one with a car. 

Mikayla and I met one day while she was handing out flyers for a women’s self-defense course. Being the shy girl that I am, I tried to walk on by. But blowing her off wasn’t an option. She gave new meaning to the term “extremely persistent”. So I attended; Mikayla was one of the assistant instructors. It was luckily only a five class course. Mikayla and I got to know one another in that time. While on a lunch date, shortly after the self-defense course, Mikayla introduced me to her girlfriend Megan.

Megan is your typical white girl, not tall but not short. Light brown hair that hits her at about her shoulders. She is slender but toned, like a marathon runner. Only, she looks like she’d be right at home baking apple pies. Mikayla, on the other hand, is night to her day. A little on the short side, but she makes up for it in sass. Olive skin with dark brown hair, she has a string of lotus flowers tattooed on her left side. She says she has more tattoos, but they're in places I don’t want to see. She grew up in sort of a rough neighborhood, so she still holds that edge.

I later find out that Megan has a thing for Latin girls with a curvy figure. Ever since that lunch, she has become infatuated with me. She is always trying to convince me that women are better than men. So now Mikayla always says I’m trying to steal her woman. Sometimes, I can’t tell if the two of them are joking or hitting on me. But either way, the three of us are really good friends. 

Mikayla and I stop at a café before heading over to the mall. I get myself a large caramel mocha with extra whip cream. Actually, I’m not sure if it’s still coffee after you’ve drowned it in chocolate, caramel, and whip cream. But who really cares, it tastes so good. Mikayla gets a cup of green tea, with a hint of lemon. I watch her grimace as I take my first sip. She’s never been much of a coffee drinker. 

We get to the mall hitting up a few stores. But everything is for a woman of lesser greatness. When will department stores figure out that not all women are a size two? Show some love for the real women with curves! We go to a few shoe stores, but that’s a bust. I honestly don’t have the first clue what to do for the shoes. It’s hard to find shoes to go with a dress that doesn’t exist. Walking through the halls, Mikayla starts in with the questions. I duck inside another shoe store, hoping to distract her.

“So girl, why don’t you tell me what’s really going on. I know this isn’t for Eric. If that boy didn’t have a big dick, you wouldn’t pay him second thought.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mikayla. Eric doesn’t even have that big of a dick. What do you think about these?”

“What the hell are you doing with him then? Girl, please, unless you’re thinking of becoming a stripper, hell no. And don’t think I don’t know you’re trying to duck the question.”

“I’m not trying to duck the question. I just don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“I bet you met someone while you were in Philly. You were supposed to call me when you got back into town. That’s it, isn’t it, you met some stud, and you don’t want to spill?” 

Almost as if I conjure him out of thin air, my phone vibrates; it’s a text message from Drake. 

“Hello Jada, I just want to inform you that the driver will be at your apartment at 10:00 am to pick you up. Again, if you have any questions, feel free to contact me.”

How does he do that? Just the simplest message, and my stomach turns to knots. Sensing her opportunity, Mikayla snatches my phone. I can’t believe she just did that. Can we say rude? I watch as her eyebrows rise in confusion and curiosity. Before I can stop her, she scrolls through the previous messages. I try to get my phone back but to no avail. 

“Okay, you need to spill now. Why are you sending some random man your address, and why is he flying you back out to Philadelphia?”

“That is none of your business Mikayla. Now give me my phone back.”

I try to stand my ground, but Mikayla is extremely persistent, as always.

“OK, his name is Drake. I met him while I was in Philadelphia. It’s kind of a long story. Can I have my phone back now?”

Mikayla and I leave the mall, trying to find a distraction. We grab some lunch at a local restaurant called the Friendly Toast. It’s a popular spot not far from campus. Once we place our orders, Mikayla waits for me to start talking. I take a large gulp of my ice tea before divulging the details about Drake. It’s hard admitting what I’ve done. Not that I’m ashamed, it’s just a little embarrassing to say out loud.

“You did what in a conference room?”

“Are you going to let me finish or not?”

“There’s more? Oh, you better finish!”

I begin tell her about my dream from a few nights ago. I watch as her eyes about pop out of her skull, but she lets me finish. By the time I finish my first iced tea, I’m done telling Mikayla everything. She takes a few minutes to collect herself before she finally says anything.

Spinning her finger on the rim of her glass, Mikayla says, “So, let me see if I have the facts right. You meet this man at the meeting, he seduces you into playing with yourself in the conference room, and then you come home and have sex with Eric. The grand finale being you fantasizing about Drake to an earth shattering orgasm, and that prompts you to text him. Do I have the right idea?”

Staring into the bottom of my glass I say, “It really feels so much more complicated in my head.”

Slapping my arm, Mikayla says, “Well Jada, I never knew you were such a tramp. It’s about time you find a real man to take care of you. Now I want some real details about Drake. This guy must be gorgeous.”

“F**k you b***h, don’t you start with me. I’d hate to tell Megan how you’re being so mean to me,” I say before throwing a sugar packet.

“Language my dear, and don’t use my girlfriend against me, that just not fair. So Drake, what’s he look like? You said he runs a security company right. I bet they have a website. Maybe there is a picture of him on there. Give me your phone.”

“No! You’re such a stalker.”

“Fine, I’ll use mine.”

She pulls her iPhone from her purse. I can’t stand iPhones. They’re so much more trouble than they're worth. But Mikayla is a complete Apple loyalist. Swearing that every product they release is a gift from God. After a few minutes, she asks what the name of Drake’s company is. 

I don’t even know why I try to say no. She knows I’ll cave in, which is what I do. A few minutes later she pulls up the website. Why does God hate me by putting a picture of Drake on the homepage? And of course, seeing a picture of him makes my heart skip a beat. 

“So this is the guy. Well he can have his way with me any day,” Mikayla says, squealing with delight.

My irritation getting the bettor of me, I say, “You’re gay Mikayla, and Megan would kill you.”

“So, I could be persuaded for a night, I’m sure Megan would enjoy the fun.” 

“Funny Mikayla,” I say while rolling my eyes.

“Alright, let me see that email. I want to know what instructions we have to follow,” Mikayla says, feigning an apology.

I hand her my phone with the email pulled up. It only takes her a minute to read it through, smiling with a smirk from ear to ear. I’m trying to resist the urge to punch her in the arm and pout. I’m glad she is enjoying herself in my time of confusion. 

“I like this guy Jada. He’s so demanding, maybe he will turn you into his little sex slave.”

“Are you done?” 

“I think he could be good for you girl. So tell me. What’s the plan?”

“Besides throwing you into oncoming traffic. I don’t have a clue.”

Our waiter brings us our order, giving me a pleasant distraction. I get the Le Petit Monstre, it’s a chicken burrito with cream cheese, tabasco, and a corn salsa. With a side of Guinness battered onion rings, I am a very happy girl. Mikayla gets the D.g.g.c, which stands for “Dam good grilled cheese”. They make it on a cayenne cheddar bread, with a mixture of cheeses. The final touch is a strawberry habanero spread. Plus the New Orleans style fries for a side. They’re sweet potato fries with brown sugar, tabasco, and sour cream. I have one word for you, yum.

Neither one of us say a word as we both dig into our meals. We cannot help ourselves as moans of pleasure escape us. There’s a reason this is such a popular place in a college town. Once we’re both halfway through our meals, Mikayla starts in again. I just keep on eating, so I don’t have to answer her questions. But that strategy fails quickly.

“So I think I know the perfect place for this dress. You’re not going to want some club wear kind of dress. You need something eloquent and sexy. What color do you want?” 

“I’m not sure. I’m leaning towards blue or maybe purple.”

“I like the idea of purple, but blue would work well to. Then we’ll have to find the shoes. Have you ever worn a pair of heels that high before?”

“No.”

“Well, Megan can help with that, she loves to wear heels.”

We finish our food before heading to the boutique Mikayla suggests. When we walk in I find out that it is a bridal shop. I turn to Mikayla and ask her what the hell we are doing here. She says they sell brides maid dresses too, and not to worry, we will find something here. I scowl as I try to leave, but after she twists my arm, literally �" haven’t I said she’s persistent �" it looks like I’m staying. The sales lady walks up. Mikayla and her start chatting away. She can be such a flirt when she wants to be. 

“My friend here has got a hot date. We need a full length dress, something sexy,” Mikayla tells the sales lady with a wink.

I can feel the woman sizing me up. She tells me she has a few ideas and disappears into the back. Mikayla and I take a seat while we wait. After a few minutes, she comes out with a hand full of dresses. The first two look like I could be going to the prom and are completely ugly. The third one catches my eye though. It’s a dark purple with silver accents on the shoulder straps and a huge silver center piece at the waist. 

I decide to try it on and instantly fall in love with it. The fabric is soft and light, draping across my skin. The dress itself is broken into two parts. The inner layer stops at my mid-thigh, while the outer layer splits just below the bust. It gives the dress a long slit, creating a sense of mystery. I can just imagine the hard on I’m going to give Drake. I walk out to get Mikayla’s opinion, which after all the cat calls she finally gives me.

“That’s the dress! I don’t care what you say, that’s the dress!”

Throwing my hands in the air I say, “Finally we agree on something.”

“And Megan has got the perfect shoes to go with that dress. They’re silver and black with a four inch heel. They’ll look killer.”

Never underestimate the power of flirting. I’m not sure how she does it. But Mikayla talks the shop into doing the small alternations the next day. We pay for the dress, and go back to Mikayla's apartment. Megan meets us at the door, where Mikayla drags her away by the arm. Mikayla immediately tells Megan all about Drake. They both insist I have to stay, and I guess I do for the shoes. I glare at both of them, knowing the torture, that I’m about to go through. 

“Megan you will never guess what this little tramp did while she was in Philly.”

“Did she finally come over to the dark side?”

“No, she met a f*****g stud. And he is going to turn our Jada into his personal sex slave.”

With the most adorable pouty face Megan says, “Jada… I cannot believe you. You’re supposed to be my sex slave.”

“Hey, you’re mine, you wench.” 

In the end it ends up being a nice time. I’m able to get out of there without blushing too much. Megan agrees to loan me the shoes, on the promise that I spill all the details, once I get back. Mikayla makes me swear to call her every hour. Excuse me for thinking I’m a grown woman, but I guess I’m wrong. 

Once I get back to my place, I put the shoes in my closet. I decide to stay in for the rest of the night. It’s been such a long day. I need a glass of wine with some relaxation. I make myself some dinner and curl up on the couch. This night calls for jazz and a good book. Coltrane comes over the speakers, smooth and groovy, just the way I like it. I grab my book off the end table, letting the music, and the story take me away. When sleep finally comes, I crawl off to bed.

Two Days later in Philadelphia

This room is amazing. No wonder, it’s one of the best hotels in Philadelphia. The view is beyond belief; downtown Philly is so beautiful. But this bathroom, my god, I think I’m going to have to steal it. I’m not sure how, but this bathroom is coming home with me. The best feature of this room is the bed. It should be a sin to make a bed so comfortable. 

Drake definitely knows how to impress a girl. First he flies me here on a private jet. The whole interior of the plane was luxurious. Rich, dark wood panels, I think they were cherry. Then these cream colored leather seats you can't help but fall into. The staff was friendly, nothing like my experiences with commercial airliners. The stewardess even brought me a mimosa before takeoff. A girl could get spoiled with all this luxury. 

Looking at the bed, I try to resist the urge to give in to its temptation. I can just fall asleep right now, but I promised Mikayla I call her. After my grueling interrogation from Mikayla, I finally take a minute to relax. Leaning back on the bed, my head hits the package from Drake. Ouch that hurt, I completely forgot about that. He had this waiting for me at the front desk when I checked in.

“Dear Jada,

I have a few final instructions for tonight. Inside this package you will find two gifts. I know I said the lingerie is your choice, but I found this and knew it would look amazing on you. The other gift is a bullet vibrator. If you are willing, I’d like you to wear the vibrator to dinner tonight. I understand this may push your boundaries, but have faith that I will not push too hard. I have also taken the liberty of scheduling you a massage and spa treatment. All complements of the hotel. I await you with great anticipation tonight."

He wants me to wear a vibrator to dinner? What the hell is a bullet vibrator anyways? I open the package, my curiosity growing. Moving aside the tissue paper, my heart stops at the sight of the lingerie. This man has great taste. All the men I know wouldn’t have been caught dead in a lingerie store. The dark rich purple contrasting against the black lace is so beautiful. 

Putting the lingerie on the bed, I see the vibrator at the bottom of the package. It’s a Lelo Lyla. My god, if this thing is half as great as my wand at home, I’m going to be crazy at dinner tonight. Hell, Drake will be driving me crazy just sitting across the table. I leave the vibrator alone, trying not to tempt fate. Cause if I start, I won’t be able to get out of bed. Drake just turns me into this crazy sex starved addict. 

I strip completely, grabbing the lingerie off the bed. How did he know my size? The cups of the bra hold my 44DDD breast perfectly. The lace of the panties tantalizes my already wet p***y. I look myself over in the full length mirror in the corner. Just looking at myself, I feel sexy and wanton. 

I’m glad he went with a boy short style of panties. I’m not one for thongs, an a*s this lush needs more support. The set comes with a garter and stockings, but I leave them off. The garter won’t work with my dress. But I can always put them on later, if Drake provides the right motivation.

Taking off the lingerie, I put everything back in the box. I call down to the front desk, asking what time my appointment is for my massage. They inform me that my appointment is in a couple hours. I thank the lady at the front desk before hanging up the phone. I guess I’ve got time for a quick nap. I’m so nervous about tonight, but I cannot wait to see the look on Drake’s face.

**********

Buddakan Restaurant

I sit at our table patiently waiting for Jada. Sipping on my Manhattan, the night runs through my head for the hundredth time. I know what Candice wants to see happen tonight, but in the end, it’s all up to Jada. My c**k has been rock hard this past couple days. Candice has been enjoying herself though. She has done nothing but tease and torment me. The devilish vixen is sitting at the bar, looking over my right shoulder. She looks sexy as hell tonight, it’s no surprise she has half the bar staring at her.

I figure Jada should be arriving within the next five minutes. Now, usually I like to pick up a woman in person. Given the situation though, I think this will put her at ease. Also, I don’t trust myself not to f**k her on sight. At least here I should be able to keep my control. Although, I have a feeling Jada will test that resolve. 

“Mr. Owens, your date has arrived.” 

“Thank you, Alex. Jada, it’s a pleasure. I trust your flight, and room is to your liking.”

“Thank you, Drake. Everything is wonderful. Honestly, it’s all a bit too much to take in.”

“Well, let’s relax now and enjoy a nice evening together.”

I move Jada’s chair so she may take her seat. Our waiter arrives shortly thereafter.

“Thank you for joining us here at Buddakan ma’am. Can I get you something to drink?” 

Drake interjects, “Yes; we will have a bottle of the Trimbach Alsace pinot noir, the 2004. And can you also bring us some tuna spring rolls."

“Of course Sir, I will return in a few minutes to take your orders. Do you have any questions about the menu tonight?”

“No, I think we should be ok.”

“Yes Sir.”

Sitting in my chair, I can see Jada giving me that womanly disapproval. I let myself smile. I must say the night is off to a winning start.

“For the record, I can order for myself.”

“My apologies, I didn’t mean to offend. If you are not pleased with my suggestions, feel free to order whatever you like. I must say though, the spring rolls are to die for.”

“I guess, I’ll take your word for it. Next time, can’t we just go to a typical restaurant? I’m a little out of my depth here”

“I’ll remember that. I’m glad there’s going to be a next time.”

The waiter returns with the wine and spring rolls. Placing the spring rolls in the middle of the table, he uncorks the wine. Pouring me a small sample, I taste the wine. The complexity of fruity sweet, mixed with earthy subtleties, fills my mouth. I give the waiter a slight nod. The wine is perfect for this evening. The waiter fills both of our glasses. Giving us a few more minutes, the waiter leaves us to our conversation.

Giving me another quizzical look, Jada says, “How did you know I liked pinot noir wine?” 

“I took a stab in the dark, I’m glad I was correct. The pinot noir will pair nicely with what I suggest for your main course.”

“Do I have a say in anything tonight?”

“My dear, you have a say in everything tonight.”

Now playing coy, Jada says, “I’m not so sure; you seem to have a way of seducing me into things.”

“If you have any misgivings or feel uncomfortable in anyway, merely give them voice.”

“I’m not sure if that helps with my nervousness, or just makes it worse.”

“I assure you, tonight I am here merely to cater to your every desire.”

“Thanks, I think. So what would you recommend to eat here?” 

“I recommend the lamb chop. It’s grilled with Chinese eggplant and a Thai basil pesto.”

“Well, I mostly understood what that meant. So, I guess we’ll go with that.” 

Our waiter returns, asking if we have made our decision. I place our orders, thanking the waiter for his time. Once the waiter leaves, I offer Jada a spring roll. She first declines, but after a little finessing I manage to get her to try one. The flavors dancing along her pallet cause her face to light up.

Shortly after her first roll, Jada unleashes on me question after question. I can see the nervousness getting to her. Nevertheless, I answer each question in rapid fire secession. Why is it that every time a woman interrogates me, I can’t help but smile. 

Jada looks spectacular in that dress, completely surpassing everything in my wildest dreams. I kind of expected her to not comply with my instructions. Jada is a strong woman, if only a little shy. But she is young, and still finding herself as a woman.

“Did you enjoy the gifts I left for you at the hotel?”

Startling her, Jada replies, “I’m sorry, what?” 

With a small gesture of his hand, I say again, “My apologies, I didn’t mean to interrupt. I’m just curious if you enjoyed my gifts.”

Taking a drink of her wine, “Oh yes, thank you, Drake. I must say they’re not the type of gifts which I’m accustomed to getting from men.”

Leaning back, “Well I’m glad, perhaps later you will model the lingerie for me.”

Playing coy, “I thought sex wasn’t a requirement for tonight.” 

“It’s not, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t hoping.”

“Maybe if you’re a good boy.”

“My dear, good boys don’t have women wear vibrators to dinner.”

Her cheeks blush bright red. 
 
 She finishes her wine. “I forgot how frank you can be.”

“Well, Jada?”

“Yes, I’m wearing the vibrator tonight.”

**********

Buddakan Bar

My god, look at that woman, she is gorgeous. No wonder Drake lost his head in the meeting that day. I don’t know whether to be jealous or completely horny. The dress she’s wearing is killer. The dark purple holds such contrast against her caramel skin. The neckline plunges between her tits, showing her voluptuous cleavage. Jada has the kind of tits woman fight over and just hate to see. Her curves are thick and sensual. I’m not able to see her arse, but I’m betting its plump, demanding a proper spanking. 

It’s tempting to ask the cute bartender here to dump a bucket of ice on me. This way, maybe, I won’t walk over there and f**k the both of them. Drake looks so f*****g good. I’m glad he decided not wear a suit tonight. Don’t get me wrong, the man is gorgeous in a suit. It’s just nice to see a change. 

He is wearing a dark sapphire blue button up, with a pair of black slacks. His sleeves are partially rolled, giving him a relaxed look. Clean shaven, with his blond hair cut short, as always. I sometimes wish he would grow his hair out. He can be my Viking warrior, pillaging me to his heart’s content.

I pick up my bottle of lager, taking a healthy swig. I’ll say this for this place. They have a great selection of beer. I don’t know why Drake picked this place. Don’t get me wrong, this is one of the nicest restaurants in Philadelphia. It’s just that Drake and I usually don’t go to places like this. Unless we’re hosting a business dinner, then it's expected. Course, those are more meetings than dinners. Drake and I always end up going somewhere afterwards for a real meal.

It’s a good thing I’ve eaten already. First rule of a stakeout, make sure to grab food when you can. You may not be able to later. I just cannot get over Jada. I can see what Drake saw in her that day. Its written all over her, the subtle need to be dominated. I’m not talking about name calling and being punished for some made up offense. No, this woman wants to be controlled in every way. She doesn’t crave the abuse, merely the strong hand of a dominate male. 

Drake is that through and through. It’s a wonder sometimes how Drake and I work in our relationship. We’re both dominating in our own right. I guess, maybe its Drakes ability to be neutral yet still knowing when to stand his ground. Drake has a very commanding presence when he needs to. But he can just as easily blend into a crowd like he was never there. 

Not me, unfortunately, I’m worse than a bull in a china shop. Sure, I can dress the part of the housewife for Drake at his company functions. But I hate every minute of them. It takes all my control not to tell off some of those uppity blokes. I’m not exactly the prime example of the proper English girl. 

It’s not for lack of trying by my parents, of that I can assure you. My parents sent me to an abundance of boarding schools, because I kept getting kicked out. I remember once, I had come home during a school break and was maybe sixteen or seventeen at the time; I met this local boy at a football game, he was kind of cute. I knew the parents wouldn’t be home, so I brought him back. Mum and Da were not too pleased when they caught me sucking him off in the family room. What can I say? I have always been a highly sexual person. 

I wonder what they’re talking about over there. I know, Drake told me what he has planned for tonight. Me, I’d take him in the bathroom and f**k his brains out. Or sneak under the table to suck his c**k off. I’ve always been more of an exhibitionist that way. 

I wonder what she tastes like. I bet she is a real screamer once you get her going. Drake said he didn’t let her scream while they were in the conference room. Sometimes, that man can be such a boy scout. I would have had her eating my p***y in front of everyone. Maybe Jada and I can have our own round in the conference room. 

That really is not a bad idea. I can already feel a plan forming in my head. Posing as Drake, I'll tell her to meet me at a hotel in Cambridge. Then, when she walks in, I’ll play the scornful wife. It will take some finessing, but I’m sure I can play to her submissive side. Then the real fun will begin. I'll show her what a real woman can do for her. Of course once it’s all said and done, I’ll tell her that I’m ok with her seeing Drake. 

The more I think about tonight, the more I just cannot help myself. It’s going to be so hot watching my husband and Jada through a closet door. I’ve never really been much of a voyeur. I prefer to be right in the middle of the action. Drake better have some left for me tonight. I expect him to f**k the s**t out of me once we get home. I don’t care what he says. I want that c**k buried deep inside me.

That bucket of ice is sounding better every second. I’m going to completely set this place on fire. Watching those two is making hornier then hell. Maybe I’ll just take the cute bartender out back to relieve some tension. Speaking of the cute bartender, I need another beer. 

“Hey cutie, how about one more”

“No problem, ma’am, coming right up.” 

“Thanks, my dear.”

“Here you are, ma’am.”

“Thanks, handsome.”

**********

Why does that woman at the bar keep staring at us? I know Drake has turned many of the woman’s heads in the restaurant. But she seems to be paying extra close attention to us. She is beautiful, although a little out of place. Most people are in business attire or some kind of formal wear, but she is different. 

It’s hard to really say, she is dressed in a gray blouse with the top three buttons undone. I can see the top of her cobalt blue bra against the midnight blackness of her skin in the cleft of the blouse. Her gray pinstripe pants pair well with her blouse. But she’s wearing heavy black boots and drinking beer. I guess she looks like every other person here. It’s just a vibe I’m getting. 

“So what besides me has captured your attention Jada?”

“Oh nothing, I’m sorry.”

Drake turns, looking over his shoulder. 

“I know you are staring at something. Looking for better prospects? I thought you were enjoying my company.”

“No, Drake, nothing like that, I’m sorry. I’m checking out that woman over there. Well, not checking her out you know.”

“Checking her out, huh, which woman is this?”

“The one in the gray blouse at the bar”

“She is attractive. Maybe we can invite her over. We’ll make it a threesome.”

“No, that’s quite alright. I’m not even sure if I can handle you tonight.”

Why did I have to go and say that? Thankfully, the waiter brings us our food. I take a drink of my wine before I make a bigger fool of myself. I wait patiently as the waiter set our plates in front of us. I have to give them credit, this does look good. Even if I’m still not exactly sure what is on my plate. Drake gets what looks like a steak. But, it didn’t sound like a steak when he ordered it. 

“Would you like some more wine, Jada?”

“Yes, thank you, Drake.”

The aromas coming off the plate are so unique. I have never had lamb before, or any of this kind of food for that matter. I just hope it tastes as good as it looks. Once Drake finishes filling my glass, I pick up my knife and fork. The chop is a wonderful shade of pink, the meat cutting away with little effort. I gather a piece of eggplant along with some of the pesto, bringing all the flavors together. Drake is right, the lamb is amazing. The complexity of all the flavors renders an earthy, meaty taste. 

“So what’s the verdict? Is my suggestion agreeable?”

“Very much so, I must say that I am pleasantly surprised.”

“Wonderful, I hope I can be the bearer of many more pleasant surprises.”

“Of that, I have no doubt.”

My mind wanders back to the vibrator inside me. I’m still trying to figure out exactly what he has in store for me. I kind of expected Drake to use it by now. I don’t know if it’s disappointing me or relieving me. Our conversation has been pleasant through. Drake has been an open book, answering all my questions. The only time he is evasive is when I ask him about his time in the military. 

“Drake, are you going to use the vibrator tonight?”

“Are we in a hurry tonight?” 

“Well, you haven’t used it yet?”

“Is that a problem?”

“No, I’m just confused I guess. This is a normal date. I don’t know, I guess I wasn’t expecting normal.”

“What were you expecting Jada?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Were you expecting me to f**k you here in the restaurant?” 

“The thought has crossed my mind.”

“As agreeable as that sounds, I have a feeling there is something else you desire. Something perhaps you’re finally coming to realize about yourself.” 

“How did you know about my dream?”

“You had a dream? Tell me about this dream.”

“It’s nothing really, let’s just forget about it.”

“Jada… tell me about this dream.”

Great, I’m sure I’m turning five different shades of red. Why did I have to go and bring that up? How am I supposed to explain what I fantasize about? Let alone the part about him sneaking into my apartment? We spent one day together. Granted, he seduced me into a mind blowing orgasm. But still, he will probably think I’m crazy. 

“I dreamt you snuck into my apartment.”

“Sinister, I like it. What did I do in your apartment?”

“You snuck into my room and… we…”

“What did we do, Jada?”

“Umm, you made me suck your c**k.”

“I have a feeling there is more to it than that.”

“Well, I’m sleeping then, I wake up and you’re in the corner. You walk over, taking the sheets off my bed, revealing my naked body.”

“Like where this is going. What else?”

“You started stroking your c**k in front of me. Then you made me suck your c**k.”

“I see, is this a normal fantasy of yours?”

“Not exactly. I’ve dreamt of someone sneaking into my place before. You know like someone holding me down or something. But this was different and much more intense.”

“Did you play with yourself that night? Did you scream my name?”

“Yes.”

**********

My god, this woman! It’s been hard restraining the raging hard on in my pants. Now I’m regretting not meeting her at the hotel room. It’s pleasing to me that she’s already traveling down this path. I will have to keep this in mind for when we get back to the hotel room. With this new information, I will settle for nothing less. We both finish our meals, the servers removing our plates. The waiter returns a few minutes later, asking if we would like desert. 

“We’ll have one of the bento boxes, thank you.”

Once the waiter runs off, I take out the remote for the vibrator. 

“Remove your panties and place them on the table, Jada.”

She raises her eyebrows. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me Jada, don’t make me repeat myself.”

I fix Jada with a cold stare. It’s time to test the waters of her submission. I can see the struggle behind her eyes. It’s the same as that day in the conference room. The waiter returns with our desert. I thank him for his time and send him on his way. I watch as she starts to rock in her seat. It takes her a moment. But finally the black lace of her panties decorates the top of the table.

“Now I want you to move your chair over by me.”

I grab her panties off the table, feeling the dampness against my fingers. Once she has herself seated next to me, I grab a chocolate almond. 

“You don’t have a nut allergy do you?”

“No”

“Good, now I want you to close your eyes. You will tease your c**t here, in front of everyone at this restaurant. I will turn on the vibrator whenever I choose. Your pleasure will be mine to control. I will feed you the chocolates from the box. And you will focus on the sensation of my fingers against your lips. You will not cum while we are here, you must earn that right. This will be your first test Jada. ”

“I don’t know if I can do this, Drake.”

“That is your choice Jada. I can have the driver take you back to the hotel. The plane will take you back to Cambridge tomorrow morning. However, if you truly wish to explore this path, you must have faith in me.”

We both sit in silence for a few minutes, the struggle raging behind her eyes. I cannot push her here. She must make the leap on her own. I can only guide her to the choice. 

“Okay.”

I watch as she closes her eyes. Spreading her legs, Jada slips her hand beneath the table. I pick up the first piece of chocolate from the box, caressing her lips. The fullness of her lips swells against my fingers. Pressing the power button on the remote, the vibrator is set to a low speed. I want to build her desire, watch as it blossoms into a beautiful flower. 

A small moan escapes her lips. I can see her n*****s hardening beneath the fabric of her dress. I take in the mesmerizing show of Jada playing with her p***y. That day in the conference room, I was not able to truly appreciate its beauty. Now that I have the opportunity, I plan to enjoy the show.

Taking a chocolate cashew, I reach below the table tracing along the lips of Jada’s p***y. Gathering her sweet nectar, I coat the chocolate before finally popping it in my mouth. I would gladly sit at the table of her decadence, feasting upon the many fruits and treasures. 

“Do you like cheesecake, Jada?”

“Yes, it’s a rule. All women must love chocolate and cheesecake.”

“Well, enjoy this piece of white chocolate cheesecake.”

“You really know what to say to a girl.”

I’m not sure if the moans are for the cheesecake, but Jada could kill a man with those lips. The sensual act of watching her eat is so sublime. Reaching out, I caress her lips with a gentle kiss. I’ve forgotten how soft her lips could taste. Releasing her, I fork a chocolate covered banana.

My c**k is agonizingly hard in the prison of my slacks. She looks sexy as hell. Sucking in her bottom lip, she swallows the banana. I increase the power on the vibrator, watching as she shudders with the new intensity. Picking up another piece of chocolate, she moans against my fingers. With each new morsel, her desire grows. 

“Are you getting close Jada?”

“Yes, Drake.”

“Give me your hand Jada.”

I take her hand guiding it to my raging hard on.

“Do you feel this, Jada?”

“Yes, Drake”

“This is what you’ve done to me.”

Her hand traces along my swollen c**k. I can see her need for it growing. With this room full of people, it has been agonizingly hard maintaining my control and watch her breasts rise and fall with each breath. If we were alone, I’d already have my c**k inside her. An idea sparks in my mind. Let’s see just how bold she can be. 

“Take my c**k out Jada. I want you to stroke me, right here, in this restaurant.”

********** 

Is she stroking his c**k, right here in front of everyone? My god, look at how hard he is. I don’t recall this being in the plan. I cannot believe she’s jacking him off. I’m about to explode sitting on this bar stool. I’m going to have to go to the bathroom and relieve myself of this pressure. I better not miss them on their way out. Drake is so going to get it tonight.

**********

I cannot believe I’m stroking Drake’s c**k while teasing my c**t in a crowded restaurant. It’s not like we’re in the corner hidden away in the dark. No, our table is right in the middle of the restaurant, surround by all these people. My god, what am I doing? I shouldn’t be doing this, but I cannot pull my hand away. His c**k feels so good. 

I can hear the whispers of the people around us. Having been given permission to open my eyes, I take in the sight of Drake’s c**k. It’s everything I imagined it to be. I remember how hard he felt against my a*s that day in the conference room. The women glare at me, their envy plain to see. The men just stare, wishing to have a woman like me. 

Drake’s c**k is swollen and purple, just like my dress. He is oblivious to the others around him, lost in his pleasure. I give him a small squeeze, a drop of precum oozing forth. This is more empowering than my fantasy about him. He keeps his eyes on me the whole time. His gaze is intense. I can feel the vibrator growing stronger, this thing is amazing. My wand has some competition. 

I increase my speed, keeping my strokes long and smooth. Twisting my hand against his head, Drake groans. It’s a little trick I picked up to make a guy come quickly. I cannot help myself. I need him to cum in my hand. I want him to give me that gift. My c**t is throbbing. The constant pressure is doing little to ease my suffering. I can feel his c**k swelling. I think he is getting close. 

“Are you ready for my cum, Jada?”

“Yes, Drake.”

The words have barely left my mouth when I feel the first streams of cum land on my hand. I almost forget myself in the moment. My orgasm nearly crashes into me at the sight of Drake’s c**k erupting. Squeezing his c**k, I milk the last ounces of cum. I cannot describe the feeling pulsing through my body. It’s almost like the rush you get after a powerful orgasm, only it’s a sense of power. Reaching for a napkin, I attempt to clean myself and Drake. But he stills my hand.

“Is my cum not a precious gift?”

“I don’t understand.” 

“From now on, unless I cum inside you. You will swallow my cum, are we clear?”

“Yes, Drake.”

I begin to lick the cum from my hand. The salty taste only enhances the wetness between my thighs. And this vibrator isn’t helping. The slightest touch from Drake, and I’ll scream his name. I need to cum so bad. I’m not sure I’ll be able to last much longer.

“Can I please cum, Drake?”

“No Jada, we will have plenty of time back at the hotel. That is, unless you don’t want to me to come back with you.”

“No, I want you to come back with me! I want your c**k inside me now! You just made me jack you off, in a crowded restaurant. I say, I’ve earned it.”

“Your wish is my command.”

**********

I use her panties to clean myself up. Once I tuck myself back into my pants, I pocket the panties. Pulling my phone from my back pocket, I call the driver to take us back to the hotel. The call only takes a minute. In the meantime, the waiter brings us our check. He has a look of admiration, combined with stricken disbelief. 

I quickly give him my credit card. Picking up the remote, I turn off the vibrator. I know she wants to cum, but the night is still young. My phone vibrates in my pocket. It’s a message from Candice.

“You f*****g b*****d, I cannot believe you got her to do that. I’ve been in the bathroom for the last ten minutes, finger f*****g my c**t. You both make me so f*****g horny. I swear when this is over tonight, I’m going to f**k the s**t out of you.”

Candice sends a lovely picture of her fingers buried in her p***y for confirmation. I love my wife, only she would be so bold. I send her a quick reply.

“I’m glad you’ve been a dirty s**t, but we’re getting ready to leave. You might want to get over to the hotel, before you miss the show.” 

“Who is that, Drake?”

“It’s Just Luke. He wants me to meet with him, while he is in Philadelphia. He says he’ll be here for a couple days.”

“Oh, I didn’t realize he’s leaving town again so soon. I bet his students are happy that he’s canceling class.”

“Don’t all college students get excited when the professor cancels?”

“It just gives us time for sex and all the other kinky things us kids do.”

“I look forward to seeing what you kids call kinky.” 

Tucking my phone back in my pocket, the waiter returns with my card. I give the man a generous tip. Good waiters are hard to find. Putting my card back in my wallet, I get up taking Jada’s hand. 

“Are you ready, Jada? Now the true fun begins.”

“As ready as I’ll ever be!”