No Way. Also, More Exposition

Regardless of her curiosity about what other secrets the food stand might hold, she decided she didn't want to even go near it right now, the thought of having to look her assistant in the eye, after having dragged him into her office and sucking his cock like a woman possessed, already had her feeling anxious. She wasn't going to go back to the truck. Besides, she reassured herself, there was no way the truck would be out so late.

Though not enough to tempt her into trying more from the truck, her curiosity was enough to make her head for the Chinese Restaurant that was just past her office. Meaning she could take a look on her way.

***

Much to Amanda's surprise, there right next to her office, was the same food truck from earlier ''The Palate's Pleasure'', it's name now lit up in a deep red colour. She wasn't close enough to be sure, but she thought that the person in the lit up service window was a different person than she had interacted with earlier that day. It definitely wasn't the man from this morning, but she was sure the woman who had served her the soda was much taller and quite tanned. She brushed it off as just an unusually large staff for a food truck and then kept moving towards her destination, the restaurant now being just a few blocks away. She pulled the zip up higher on her hoodie and sped up her walking pace.

She halted for a moment as she saw a black Mercedes pulled up onto the curb just ahead, she watched as two men in dark suits barged out of the restaurant she was headed for and started towards the Mercedes, the taller one was bald, with a crooked nose and an uneven smile, even joking with the man next to him, there was a sinister intensity in his dark eyes. Sinister intensity which seemed to amplify as he stopped smiling and raised his eyes towards Amanda.

Her mouth went dry and she suddenly felt frozen in fear, she had obviously been staring far longer than she thought, as both men were now at the car, the bald one motioning for his friend to get in and then stepping away as he kept walking towards Amanda. She couldn't tear her eyes away, caught holding his gaze as he approached.

Luckily, two more goons burst out of another shop door just between them, shouting and taunting back towards the door as the stumbled out and towards the black Mercedes.

The bald man stopped, a sneer crossing his face before he turned to follow his two other friends back towards the car, pausing and turning towards Amanda as he was about to get in

''Maybe next time, toots!''

He got into the car a moment before it screeched away, the echoing sounds snapping Amanda out of her paralysis of fear and causing her to take note of just how empty the street currently was. Slightly shaky, she continued walking towards the restaurant. Jumping to one side as the shop the last two goons had burst out of slammed it's shutters down just after she passed it.

She took a breath and kept on moving, stepping into the restaurant and letting out a slight sigh at the relative feeling of safety.

The scene inside, however, made her suspect the men hadn't been here for a meal. The woman at the counter had her face buried in her hands, while a man of a similar age swept up broken plates and glass in the corner. Amanda couldn't help but notice he seemed to have a busted lip as well.

The woman behind the counter raised her head as Amanda approached, her eyes left no doubt that the woman had been crying. She wiped them with a napkin as she saw Amanda, forcing herself to give the customer a smile.

''Hi, w-would you like a menu... or...'' The woman behind the counter looked like she was about ready to burst into tears again as she gazed across at the man sweeping up the shattered dishes.

''Yeah... I'll have a look at the menu, thanks'' Amanda said, softly. As much as she wanted to ask what had happened here, she had a sense that it would likely just upset the woman more to go over the details.

She handed Amanda a copy of the menu and then excused herself to a back room, leaving Amanda standing at the counter with only the sound of the man sweeping up as company. She looked in his direction, wondering if it would be too insensitive and nosey to ask him what had happened.

''Umm...'' She turned and approached the man ''Do you guys need me to call the cops? Maybe file a report on what happened here?''

The man just shook his head silently, then looked up at her

''No. You'll just make it worse next time''

''Okay'' Amanda responded flatly. She knew from experience how pointless it would be to call the cops if the only two witnesses weren't willing to testify. Clenching her jaw, she **** herself to mentally set the problem aside. Internally almost wanting to shout at the man for letting them intimidate him like this. As far as she knew, the mafia had been on the backfoot for years in this town, she couldn't even begin to think why they could strike so much fear into the people here.

Back at the counter, she continued flipping through the menu. Finally settling on what she wanted to order just as the woman returned. She gave the woman her order, having decided to get take away instead. She looked at the woman again, wanting to give her some reassurance, or at least say something to make her feel a bit better, but nothing came to mind. So, she just watched silently as the woman disappeared again into the back room. Leaving Amanda unsure where to look as she waited for her take away meal.

''Here you go'' The woman said, as she returned holding a small paper bag and placing it on the counter.

''Thanks. Could I get a pen for just a moment?'' Amanda asked

The woman gave her a confused look before handing Amanda the pen she took orders with. Watching as the blonde took the pen and scribbled something on the back of the receipt, before both to the woman.

''Look. I'm a lawyer, I'm not in criminal law, but if you need to press charges against anyone'' Amanda glanced towards the entrance, looking out onto the street where the Mercedes had screeched away just a few moments ago ''I know people who could help. Even just free advice. Please, if you need something like that, call me'' She tapped on the back of the receipt where she had scribbled her phone number, before grabbing her wallet and pulling out 200$ placing it next to the receipt

''No, that's too...'' The woman started to push the bills back across the counter towards Amanda

''That should cover some new dishes and maybe even a few glasses, right?'' She said, covering the woman's hand with her own and sliding the cash back towards her

The woman gave her a gentle nod ''Thank you''

Not really sure what to say, Amanda nodded back to her and then silently made her way out of the restaurant and back onto the street, headed for her apartment.

***

A few moments later, she was reminded of the other thing that had been bothering her. The fact that her clit was currently tucked into her panties and threatening to create a very peculiar bulge. And the reminder was the glowing sign on top of the food truck. Still sitting just outside her office.

She sat down on a nearby bench, opening up her warm take-away bag and retrieving one of the little carboard containers. Pulling out some chopsticks and starting to dig in, she watched the truck, taking note of passersby, hoping to see if anyone stopped to order from it.

After a little while, she had finished the contents of the container and set it back into the bag, getting up and throwing it into a nearby trash can. She continued to stare at the people walking by the truck, settling back onto the bench before noticing a strange pattern. The only people who seemed to look towards the truck, or even recognise it's existence, were the people approaching to order. The ones who did order, seemed like they knew what they were getting, most of them grabbing their food or drink and then scurrying away.

The only exception to that rule had been a young woman who ordered some kind of cake, but much to Amanda's disappointment, nothing seemed to change. The girl stepped away from the food truck, ate her cake and then started eyeing the guys walking by, finally seeming to settle on a handsome young black man, who she approached and started talking to. Though Amanda thought she saw the girl glancing at his crotch a bit too intently on more than one occasion. Sadly, before Amanda could discern any effect her cake might have had, the girl lead her date away, giddily dragging him along

''Is this seat taken?'' She heard a woman's voice next to her