Mary and Susan "Grease the Wheels."

"Why does dad have to be so cheap?" Susan asked as she rolled her eyes. Then she addeded "So much for him greasing the wheels."

Deepening her voice, Mary mockingly took up Mr. Tempest's cause; "Susan, you don't start a negotiation with your best offer."

Exasperated John shot back "Well you don't start out sliding the host a five either. It's insulting. Now, they'll probably not let us in out of spite."

Mrs. Tempest looked at the children and said; "I need to freshen my makeup. Text me where you'll be if Nathaniel gets us kicked to the curb." With that, Evelyn Tempest irritably made her way inside to find the restroom.

As soon as her mom had disappeared into the crowded bar a mischievous flash appeared in Susan's eyes. "Dad's floundering. Time to use some alternative currency to incentivize our getting a table."

A wicked grin crossed Susan's face as she grabbed Mary by the hand strode to the dais where Nathaniel and the host were at a stalemate. "Follow my lead," she whispered in her {if Mary Fingering = 1}lover's {else}friend's {endif} ear.

Susan leaned over the podium, pretending to check out the waiting list, giving their host a great view of her ample cleavage. Then in her most seductive voice, she asked, "So how many groups are still ahead of us?"

"That's... That's not the issue." stuttered the host. "I have to see everyone's ID before... before I can put you on the list." He finally managed to spit out.

Mary saw that Susan's beauty and sexuality had tilted the scales in the Tempest's favor. She only needs to press her thumb a little harder, and the victory would be theirs. This epiphany caused Mary to step forward, a rashly thought out plan in mind, and act in kind.

Mary leaned on the host taking his arm in hers{if **** >= 30} and pressed her breasts firmly against his chest{endif}. "I am famished." She stated looking up into his bewildered eyes. Then with her, most doe-like expression asked. "Will our table be ready soon?"

Batting her eyes at the flummoxed young man Mary casually reached and took a twenty from Mr. Tempest hand. She slowly slid her hand inside the reddening man's pocket and deposited the bribe. Mary then sensually ran her tongue around her lips before raising up on her tiptoes to whisper in the young man's ear, "Susan and I left our purses and ID's back in the room. I do hope that's not a problem."

The hedonistic play that Mary and Susan had just put on had their young host quite perplexed. He began to stammer. "No, No problem. Let's see. Party of four no five. Yes, five. Follow me. I see a table that will work." The host, full of nervous energy, fumbled picking up a few menus before finally leading the four of them to their table. Finally before escaping he then spit out in rapid succession, "Misty will be your server. She'll be with you shortly." With that, he scurried off back to his station.

Susan let out a nervous giggle. "Oh wow, sorry you had to see that dad, but it seemed you were floundering with that squeaky wheel. By the way Mary, you go girl. That was one hell of a hot show you put on. Any more enticing and our host would have needed a change of pants." Susan then turned to her brother and asked. "Isn't our girl growing up?"

{if **** >= 30}"No doubt. The way she's going I suspect she'll be a full fledged woman by morning," John said as he stared longingly at Mary causing the young girl to blush.{endif} {if Angry Mary = 1}"It's hard to tell. One moment she's one way the next she's another." John spat out as he looked away from Mary. {else}"That's Tomorrow Con for you. Making adults out of children since '85. John said jokingly.{endif}

Nervously Nathaniel implored, "Thanks for the assist Susan and Mary. But please you three don't let your mother hear about this. Now if we could all take a seat."