Food and fun (for you)

It was only a few moments until I started to feel again. A breeze, smells, and temperature quickly asserted themselves. I had full tactile awareness. Taking in my surroundings, I saw I was at the entrance to a college campus, and there were hotties everywhere. I had to seriously search the people passing to and fro to spot a few guys. Looking behind me, I saw the street was lined with shops and eateries. About a block in each direction, classic corporate buildings of glass and steel rose up. I felt almost giddy.

"Hmmm, what first?" I muttered to myself. Honestly the college was tempting. I did have a strong urge to just tackle a co-ed to the ground and publicly **** her, but that seemed a touch lowbrow. At least for now.

Looking around I caught sight of a somewhat fancy looking restaurant. A group of people, about eight women and only two guys were entering as I watched the entrance. All the girls were definitely bangable and as I scoped out the clientele, they looked to be dressed in casual formal.

"Target acquired." I said to myself, crossing the street and boldly marching in the front door.

"Hello sir." greeted an attractive but severe looking hostess.

I wasn't in the mood to chit-chat. I wanted to take this world for a spin. "I need a seating now and my meal will be free."

The hostess' tone was less than enthused, but she rolled with it. "Yes sir. Right this way sir." she stated as she took a menu and led me to a table with a linen tablecloth draped over it nearly touching the floor and a vase filled with real flowers as a centerpiece.

I had sat down ad the hostess handed me the menu. I glanced over it for a second before handing it back and stating, "I'll have the dessert menu."

"Sir the deserts are on-" she barely got out before I cut her off.

"NO. you stupid bitch." she glared at me, but did not speak up. "You know the desserts you offer, right?" I continued to er in a patronizing tone.

She nodded with her jaw set, but stayed silent.

"Bring me one of everything in the dessert section. Understand?"

She gave a little huff, but turned on her heel and stalked off towards the kitchen.

Taking a minute to familiarize myself with the layout of this fine establishment, I caught sight of a table with several pretty twenty-somethings dressed in casual evening wear. They honestly looked like they were clubbing. Figuring now was as good a time as any to assert myself in this simulation, I pointed to them and shouted out, "Hey! Bitches at the table over there!"

Almost everyone in the restaurant looked up and over to me, but I only cared about the girls I was pointing at. One of them, a black girl with an afro in a red dress made eye contact and pointed at herself. I nodded and gestured with both hands for them to come over.

"Yes, you skanks! And your friends!" I added as Afro reluctantly started to rise out of her chair. "All of you! Get your skank asses over here!"

All of the other restaurant patrons either ignored the scene or watched curiously. The remainder of the table of hotties gave each other questioning looks, but they also got up and approached me a few seconds behind their chocolate friend.

"What's up?" Afro asked with a bit of **** politeness once she was at my side. I gave it a few seconds until her friends had joined us.

"You sluts are eating dinner with me. Go get your food and bring it over here." I got mostly glares, an eye roll and Afro looked like she was biting her tongue. A tall, tanned, valley girl blonde made made a whining huff. "Is that a problem?"

Afro spoke up. "Nope, one moment and we'll be right back." As my chosen prey walked back to their table having a hushed, but very heated looking, conversation with each other, I admired their very fine looking asses packaged in short skirts and mini dresses. And just like my specifications, not a single panty-line in sight.

A minute later the ladies had returned and were setting their drinks and plates down. They gathered a few loose chairs for the extra seating, but it was a bit of a tight fit. Everyone only had a little elbow room.

'Let's get this party started.' I thought to myself. I pointed to the blonde who'd scoffed earlier. "You! Bimbo!"

It took her a second to realize she was being addressed, and once she did, she was not amused. "My name is not 'Bimbo'. I'm-"

"Shut the fuck up." and she immediately stopped talking, glaring daggers at me. "Fine, Dumb-slut, under the table and suck my cock. And don't stop until I tell you to."

Valley Girl gaped at me, utterly flabbergasted. Then she closed her eyes, seemed to mutter something to herself, and with one final glance at me, slipped under the table.

As I felt hands start to undo the fly of my jeans, I thought about something and called out, "Hey Simone?"

YES JAMES?

Her voice came from everywhere, like a speaker system, or surround sound.

"Make all these chicks good at sex. Even if she hates anal with a passion and it's the most painful thing that she's ever done, I sill want her to make my cock feel like she's giving me a blowjob with her asshole. Even if she's repulsed by oral sex to the point of sickness afterwards, I still want her to be able to suck the chrome off a trailer hitch. Make their pussies and asses super tight too. Super virgin tight."

IT'S DONE. ENJOY.