And it goes well.

Nikki's dad was in a dinner jacket and some very nice jeans when she got downstairs, and he did a noticeable double take. "Good gravy darling, you look very pretty. I am going to have to bring a stick to keep the young men away." Vixxen smiled and was a little embarrassed, and Robert extended his arm to her in a way she had only seen in movies.

Vixxen put his arm into his, and Nikki's dad walked her out to his car. She knew he had a Porsche, but she had never been in it. It was very nice. Bright red, low to the ground, leather interior. They bucked in and Robert drove off quickly, he was not what you would normally expect in an older driver.

Robert drove for about twenty minutes, and Vixxen was happy. She got to do something on her birthday, she was in a very nice dress, and had never been in a Porsche before. In the beautiful dress, with a well dressed and attractive man and in this beautiful car, Vixxen wondered if this was what wealth felt like.

They drove to an upscale restaurant, and as they walked in a man in a nice suit made eye contact with Robert and took them back to a small private dining room. The place was beautiful and the small private room was very elegant.

Vixxen noticed the looks coming from around the room as they walked back. She wondered if they thought she was a hooker. She wasn't, so she didn't care, but she was aware of the attention she was getting.

A sixty something white man and an eighteen year old black girl, they didn’t seem an obvious match, but Robert was a complete gentleman, and she didn't care what they thought.

Dinner was amazing. Robert was kind, letting her talk almost the entire time. She spoke about her efforts in the gym with him, changes in her diet, and of her job at Hooters. They had water, and a steak and lobster dinner. The sides were nice, the salad was awesome, and the waitstaff was the best she had ever seen.

Vixxen was aware of her cleavage in this dress, and of the gazes of men as they walked by, even their waiter, who stole a few glances. Nikki's dad however, looked her in the eyes and listened as she spoke.

"I don't much care for the wings at Hooter's Vixxen. Mostly fried food, too spicy, not really my thing." Robert replied to Vixxen, looking her in the eyes. "I might come to visit you there, but guys my age are probably not looked on well in a place like that."

“Why would that be?” Vixxen replied.

"I would guess many my age are quite perverted with the younger women," Robert said. "You have to fight men off ever night right?”

"It isn't too bad most of the time," Vixxen replied, lying a bit. "A lot of men ask me out, I get offered money for dates, and I generally get at least one guy who grabs my ass every shift."

"Does your manager treat you well there Vixxen?" Robert continued, "We might need to find you something away from all of that unhealthy food. Never mind men groping you."

"My manager is alright," Vixxen replied. "He is usually the guy who grabs my ass, but he doesn't usually ask for anything else." Vixxen saw Robert's concerned gaze, "It isn't that big a deal. I throw away a half dozen phone numbers per night, but I get to keep the money, so it balances out."

“He doesn’t usually ask for anything else? Usually?” Robert said softly, “Yep, we need to find you something new darling.”

"Maybe you can just wear the Hooters outfit for me at the house sometime," Robert suggested. "Seriously though, that is sexual harassment. That stopped being ok a long time ago Vixxen."

That was a rare indication that Robert was interested in seeing her body in that way. Vixxen smiled, it made her feel good about herself.