Another normal dinner date. Part I

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Okay that was a rather clear one, except maybe for Position II who got both the risky and loving option. So I managed to include both of them at the end. So the obligatory sex scene will include a risky foreplay, a passionate position one, both loving and risky position II and the loving cumshot. All in all a great choice of you folks.

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Chapter 86. Part I. Looks tasty.

'I'll be there in 10 minutes,' I write, grinning broadly. Finally, the day has arrived. The date with Bella. The restaurant is booked, the seats reserved, the menu checked, and the surroundings scouted. Going out to eat is expensive these days, but it serves a culture just right that considers its own farmers too expensive and prefers to rely on regions with fields of grain, suddenly dug up by tanks and artillery and drones. Not to mention the coastal regions, which from one day to the next are no longer considered quite so safe to travel by ship, even though no one is doing anything to change that.

The fact that I'm wasting my thoughts on politics is a good sign. It means I've thought of everything else for Bella, my strong, teasingly slutty girlfriend. Okay, not quite so slutty, considering the outfit she sent me.

How many times did I look at that picture on the drive here? Probably more than ten times. Heavens above, this girl looks tasty. And just a little slutty, though enough to get my blood pumping. I almost used the invisibility perk. I didn't want to expose my erect seven to nine and a half inches to the New York subway. Rose and Tammy have developed a whole game to measure how big and hard I get through various auntie-daughter lesbian actions. And today, Bellamight be the one who...

No, I pull myself together and quicken my pace to pick up my girl on time from her appointment at the family restaurant. No sex on the second date. Be a gentleman and behave, you animal. Grinning, I instead consider what I can say to Bella to comply with the order she sent after her picture. 'And I want to hear something decent about my outfit,' she wrote. 'Something that will make this girl's heart beat faster.' With these thoughts, I spend the last few minutes walking to the small brick building where Bella lives with her family.

“Hello!” I call out and enter the restaurant. The last guests must have already left. I don't see anyone in the dining area… But I hear voices coming from the kitchen.

“…you promised me that…”

“I can’t change the situation, Bella. I need you and…”

“Dad, no! I already told you today is important for me!”

“And it will be important for you in a few hours when we’re finished for the day!”

The situation is as tense as the meal was good that I had here on my first time with this amazing girl. Only not as delicious, because I hear frustration in her father's voice, just like the disappointment in Bella's usually sweet voice.

“No, go and find your sister so she can…” Her father trails off mid-sentence as he throws open the smaal white door to the kitchen and sees me standing there like a lost and found.

“I’m sorry,” he says, trying hard to sound friendly and welcoming, knowing I must have overheard everything. “But we’re already closed. Please come back tomorrow and…”

“Dad, shut up!” Bella’s blue dress is already a bit wrinkled and her cheeks flushed with anger as she pushes past the man who seems to have forgotten about me. “That’s Finn!”

“Oh,” her father mutters. The man towers over me by more than a head and, in his greasy apron stretched across his ample belly and with his graying mustache, looks like Dexter from Attack of the Clones. But he doesn’t greet me like Obi-Wan and tell me to sit down. And I don’t have a Kamino Cyberdart in my bag, but a red rose in my hand. “Sorry, kiddo,” he grunts, not without a hint of pity for the poor brat who’s in the wrong place at the wrong time. “But Bella doesn’t have time for you tonight.” I open my mouth, but Bella is faster and, unlike me, won’t pay for a verbal attack on her father with her life.

“That’s not your decision!” she snarls at him, then turns to me. “Sorry Finn, but my dad still thinks he can control me like I’m six.” She glares at him.

“He’s got a lot to do,” I realize. I almost want to ask it as a question, since this man is clearly my superior. But questioning the obvious doesn’t help with these men, and if he’s already this angry about missing one evening of work, what would he say to me if he knew I’d already had my fingers in his daughter… And more plans.

But not today! I remember. Then I realize my gaze has shifted to Bella and tear myself away from her to look at the man of the house.

"Like I said, your meeting isn't going to happen tonight," he tells me, clearly hoping he'll have more success with me than with Bella. "Come back tomorrow, or whenever it suits you. But tonight..." Bella is on the verge of exploding and is already gasping for air.

"I could help," I quickly offer. Bella looks at me in a way I can't quite decipher, but her father immediately springs into action.

"That would be fantastic," he says, without sounding truly convinced. Maybe I'm just trying to strike a deal to ruin his daughter forever? "We need someone to clean the floors while Bella and her sister..."

"Absolutely not!" Bella shrieks, sounding genuinely sweet, even though the situation is serious. "This is my fucking date, and you're not going to treat him like a **** mopping the floor!"

"I really don't mind, babe... Bella!" I quickly correct myself. Her father looks at me as if I'd given him the Hitler salute, but then recovers when he appeases my indiscretion with an extra pair of hands.

"There you have it," he tells his daughter. "He doesn't mind." Bella looks at her father as if she wants to slaughter him. Then she looks at me.

"Fine," she snarls, glaring at me. I grin. "But you're staying with me." Then she steps closer... and kisses me. Under her father's gaze. For a long time. And with tongue.

Either I die by his hand... or because Bella is just such a good kisser. God, this girl's lips are heaven...

Then she pulls away from me.

"This is my date, and if we're spending it here, then he's staying by my side."

With these words, she drags me away from her father and into the kitchen while he shouts his anger upstairs.

"Heather! Get your bones down here, or I'll make you walk!"

"Wow," I murmur a few seconds later when I see what I have to do.

"Looks tasty."

"We had a particularly large number of customers today," Bella explains angrily as she grabs a garbage bag and shakes it out. "The gloves are over there." I look around and take two pairs of blue plastic gloves from a sink. "Thanks," she says, and together we get ready.

"No sweat," I say as we throw the worst of the food scraps into the garbage bag. "The food here is really good, and the sales..."

"Aaaahsssshit!" I quickly look at Bella. A wet tomato covered in yellow sauce is stuck to her pretty blue summer dress. "Oh, come on..." I'm right there with her. I don't like seeing her so upset. But the last thing I want is to be overbearing. Instead of helping her scrape the tomato off her dress, I reach out my hand. Our eyes meet.

"I really like being here," I tell her gently while she drops the tomato in my hand. "The main thing is that we're spending time together. Being with you is a great date. I couldn't ask for more." I smile at Bella. And she smiles back.

"I was so looking forward to going out to eat with you," she confesses, stuffing rancid paper into the bag I've opened for her. Her movements aren't quite so angry anymore.

"It's definitely cheaper this way," I grin. Bella glances at me out of the corner of her eye.

"You'd really like that," she says, flashing her teeth. Her eyes always sparkle so sweetly when she smiles. I want to see more of that. "Not having to pay anything again on our second date."

"Hey," I say with mocking indignation. "I really thought about what I'd say to you when I saw you in this dress."

"Like this?" Bella puts down the bag, stands in front of me, and lifts her dress slightly as she turns around. "What do you think?" She comes to a stop, but stays on her tiptoes and crosses one leg over the other. Her waist looks alluring, just like her hair.

No sex today, Finn!

“I bought this dress especially for this,” she confesses, sounding a little disappointed again. “And now it’s ruined.” But she doesn’t descend into self-pity, which I respect. There’s so much I respect about her. Especially her cheekiness. “A compliment on my appearance would cheer this dirty lady up.”

“Oh, I bet it would,” I tease her. “I would compliment you so hard you couldn’t walk straight for two days.”

“Oh, you say? Teasing me with your compliments? You should deliver. Boyfriend.”

“I should,” I nod. “And I would. If it weren’t for your father. So no. No compliments on this beautiful dress that makes you look so stunning and hot and that lets you shine like my sun.” Bella looks at me, then bursts out laughing. I join her.

“Okay, okay,” she finally says, placing her gloved hands on her hips. Together we inspect the mountain of dirty dishes. "Do you want to wash or dry?"

Of course, a restaurant like Bella and her family's has a dishwasher, but it's completely overloaded, so Bella and I have to lend a hand. While the industrial machine rumbles and shakes like a T-72 on the Ukrainian steppe, we both work like a well-oiled machine. I admit, washing dishes has never been my thing, and since Jasmine and I fell in love, I've only touched a dirty plate twice, and that was when I had to make room on the table for Jasmine's cute ass. But drying clean plates, excellently washed by Bella, that I can do. Afterward, I neatly stack the plates, which we eventually put away once they get too high.

"But daaaad!" That's Heather, whose grumbling we can even hear over the clatter of the dishes. “I usually dry everything, and besides, Finn’s here and I want to…” Her father really does have a masculine, deep, and above all, very loud voice, and Bella and I exchange pitying glances as her father, angry and frustrated, berates Heather.

“Today must have been a busy day,” I say, wiping the plates with an already damp towel. “Considering the number of dishes. Not that it bothers me. I just meant…”

“Wait,” my girl interrupts, grabbing a clean towel and pressing it into my hand. “Yours is already wet.” She knows that without even touching it. I nod at her, impressed, but she ignores the gesture. Her face darkens slightly. “And yes.” She smiles, but there’s no warmth in her expression. “We had a full house today. Like almost every day.”

“That’s good,” I say encouragingly, looking around the small kitchen, which could easily accommodate four or more people. "But can't you afford another cook?" Bella snorts.

"I wish," she says, sounding frustrated, almost angry. "In this financial climate? We would. Ha. We had two cooks on staff, but we had to let them go. Mom and Dad are doing what they can, but it's no use. We need more people, but..." She shrugs helplessly.

"So your parents work in the kitchen while you and Heather wait on customers?" I ask, feeling like I'm walking on eggshells. I know she works at the mall too, a minimum wage job, I reckon. It's clear this topic makes Bella extremely uncomfortable. "Every day?"

"What do you think?" she snaps at me, and I almost feel the metallic click of a landmine under my foot. "Sorry," she adds quickly, wiping her forehead with her arm. Her glasses slip, along with a strand of her hair. I watch the play of her nose and eyes as she tries to fix her hair. I quickly lean forward and prick my finger to adjust her glasses. “Thanks,” she sighs. “And you’re right. We work almost every day. And I mean every single day. But it doesn’t help. Dad never talks about it,” she says in a pained voice. “But it’s the rents. Fucking New York, you know?”

“Yeah.” Of course, I know nothing about life in this city. Actually, I hated it here most of the time. But I know it’s connected to my past life, and for the past few weeks, I’ve been walking the streets as if I’m seeing it all for the first time. Since I found love, New York looks like paradise to me.

And when I realize that Bella doesn’t live in this paradise, I know what I have to do.

“That’s why Mom’s gone today,” she’s explaining to me. “She’s trying to get another loan, and she also has to go to a law firm, and… what?” She looks at me and smiles like a fucking angel. "Finn, you're staring at me," she says, grunting with amazement. She even blushes slightly. Unbelievable for a girl who came on my fingers not long ago.

Oh Bella, you are just perfect for me.

"Sorry," I apologize and continue drying dishes. But we both know that I'm about to fall for her. Then I remember her words. "You meant a law firm? Do you have any problems? If you don't mind me asking," I quickly add, which makes Bella smile apologetically.

"I trust you, Finn," she says in a warm voice carried by the sound of the water. "It's just a very sensitive subject. Like I said, Dad is very secretive. But I think it's about someone wanting to buy and take over our restaurant."

"Oh," I nod. "Even I've noticed that family businesses have a hard time in this city." I rub the back of my head and ruffle my hair with my blue gloves. "I also like going to certain fast-food restaurants and things like that."

“Don’t let him know,” Bella laughs, looking at the shrinking pile of dishes. “He’d kill you right on the spot.” I nod and understand. “It’s very hard on him, you know? He’s owned the restaurant almost as long as I’ve been alive. He bought it when I was maybe four. He always says that Heather and I took our first steps, and he’ll take his last breath here.” Bella becomes quite gentle at the thought. We pause briefly, and I watch my girlfriend as she talks about her life. “He knows nothing but the restaurant. He’s spent his entire life here. Just like Mom, Heather, and me. And actually, he plans to leave it to us, you know? The kitchen to me, the dining area to Heather. He’s the reason I’m the woman I am today.” Her gaze meets mine, and I won’t be able to shake that look for a long time. “For better or for worse, this restaurant is part of my life.” Then she shrugs again. “And now we can’t afford an employee even though business is booming. We’ve already raised our prices, but with all the shit that’s going on in the world, you know? And the bank’s offer… I overheard Dad talking to Mom about it. It’s a lot of money. But not as much as all this is worth. It’s an offer that would break his soul, you know? And all because our lawyer thinks we should sell.”

“Is your lawyer that bad?” I ask, continuing to dry the dishes, which prompts Bella to resume her work as well. She smiles at me. Whether it’s to encourage me to get back to work or because I’m listening to her, I can’t say.

“He’s a friend of the family,” she says, and I know what that means. “He’s already lost so many restaurants and stores and everything in the whole city to those fuckers Hollander, Vane & Pike,” she murmurs.

And I almost drop my plate. Bella looks at me questioningly.

“What is it?” she wants to know. I blink in bewilderment.

"No wonder you're having so much trouble with them," I say in a dry voice. "I know the firm." Bella looks at me questioningly. "My sister works for Hollander, Vane & Pike."

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And with that, we have or first revelation of the story. Jasmine works for the law firm that wants Bella's family out! And of course, there will be more on that. But mostly, that means two things. Finn has a reason to help Bella out. And Jasmine has a new goal for her and Finn to achieve. Here, her Hot Wife Path comes to use and, for all you Lynchwood-girls lovers, we will see more of Jasmine. We will go into slightly more detail later on in the chapter, but for now, I'm counting on you too to tell me if everything is understandable. This is my first attempt at spinning an overarching storyline, binding two or more threads and models together and introducing a new thread for Finn and the girls. So if anything is unclear, please let me know. Thank you. :)

Hollander, Vane & Pike was a twenty second google search for manacing and evil names for law firms but it gave me three new interesting names I can combine with sexy models. Two of them I already have in mind.

From this point on, the story will expand again in a bigger way. More models, more threads, more sex, more danger. I'm quite fucking excited if it will all work out.

This chapter has, i believe, six Parts and, even if I have family over, I only need to post the chapters, make last time adjustments and make the names changable. So I'm pretty sure i can manage a chapter a day for six days straigt. If not, then I will deliver shortly. :)

As you can see here, the next chapter after the "date" will be about Candice and her way of making money for Finn. I think I will mix her perks a little, play with her orgasm denial and Extremely Sensitive Vagina II and generally steer her on a way that's a bit different for a relatively short amount of time. I want to try sexual, and more so, verbal degrading for her to see if that's a kink for me. Her future isn't set in stone jet and I go at it as Finn would. Experimenting with someone that has deserved it. And in the end, I think we will ses if Candice has suffered enough. So this will be a chapter where I might need a bit more time to wring things out.

After that I'm really looking forward to Rania and her chapter that will deepen the story once again. I have most parts that I need and make it a bit more spicy in the middle but the end is something I'm already quite happy about. A good chapter for nice guy readers who want everybody to be happy I guess. And of course, we will finally see more about Lakota, Tana and Miss Susan Webster! That will be great as well. :)

And Lynn will deepen the story even more when we will meet her mother. I think I gave her the ong distance boyfriend. Let's see if I can make something out of that too.

Expect more spicy pictures of the three girls instead of dirty dishes for this chapter. ;)

Let me think about more polls for the upcoming chapters. Splitting my work is a good way of gaining time to ask some questions for the next girls and because Candice has so many open-ended, I'm sure I can find something that you can decide for me. Wish me luck.

And lastly, your votes on the foreplay, positions and cumshor where quite exquisite. It worked really well for me to include a gread scene with good background on even two characters. Thank you for that great help. Hope you enjoyed this chapter and, surely, till tomorrow.
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