All that fucking of another man's wife makes a guy hungry...

"I'm going out!" James shouted into his new home, holding the door open to make sure she responded.

"Okay, sweetie! This slutty whore loves you!"

He loved how naturally submissive these naive women always turned out to be. She did exactly as he instructed her to, unwittingly using such degrading words on herself as if they were loving pet names. He shut the door and looked out onto the street. Busy, as usual, with many people walking through. He felt a little nervous about what he was about to do, but he so far, except for all the odd looks, it didn't look like anyone was calling any security or lecturing him about what he was wearing.

That being nothing at all.

The freedom he felt in this town was unpalpable. Sure, people were looking at him like he had done...something wrong, but none were able to really articulate it. Not a single person who saw him walk down the street really knew why it wasn't okay to walk around completely naked. A few people would go up to him and quietly inform him of his nudity. James would chuckle and let every person know he was doing this on purpose, after which most would shrug and move along. It was like he was walking around with his fly unzipped.

His bare stomach started to rumble. He needed some food, fast. And although he had what felt like ultimate power, he was still the same old boring, unimpressive person he was before. He forgot to take money from Nicky. A classic mistake for him to make. But not one he couldn't fix.

He spotted a nice looking restaurant down the street. It wasn't a very busy night...perfect for him to have his fun.

It was a modern looking restaurant, probably your typical American and international dishes. He could see from the outside that the waiters and waitresses were wearing the usual sort of uniform, a black dress shirt, and black pants. He ignored the men, noting that the women's clothing was very tight fitting. He even caught a glimpse of the female manager. This was perfect.

Strolling into the restaurant, the hostess, a beautiful redheaded woman who was wearing the same sort of clothing everyone else was wearing, plus a suit jacket, greeted him. Her curvy figure could not be hidden, even under the slightly bulky looking jacket.

"Hello, welcome to Shay's! Table for one?" She asked with an upbeat, professional tone, making no mention of his nakedness. She was indeed a professional.

"Yes, please. And send your manager over to me at the earliest convenience. Let her know I'm a famous food critic from out of town."

"Absolutely! Your waiter Zack will be with you in a moment."

"No, I want a female waitress. Your best one, the one most willing to please."

"Awesome. That would actually be my twin sister! Holly will be with you in just a moment."

He thanked her and started taking a look at the menu. While he studied what the roast pork came with, he heard a familiar sounding voice speak up. Looking up at her, he saw it was indeed the mirror image of the hostess, just as alluring as her twin sister. Her cleavage was clearly visible, wearing a low cut black shirt and no jacket.

"Hello, sir, my name is Holly and I'll be your waitress for the evening-ah!"

James reached out, grabbing her by her waist and forcing her to sit on his lap. His hands darted out and grabbed her melons, his cock could feel the softness of her thick, squeezable ass.

"Oh! Handsy, aren't we? Um, would you like me to read you the specials?"

"No, I've already picked out what I want. Let me have the roast beef and a glass of your house Pinot Noir. Also, I'm going to need you to remove all of your clothing."

"Oh. Well, I'll get you your glass as soon as possible, but...this uniform is mandatory while working."

"I'd imagine, but don't worry, I'm going to have a word with your manager, I have a number of...ideas for making the restaurant experience a lot more interesting..."