Great

"So Heather, what do you do for a living?"

"I'm an accountant."

"Really, you don't look it. You'll love your new job as my doting, loyal cumdump more."

"Sounds good."

John was distracted by an upset woman nearby...."It's bad enough my friend stood me up, but you call this 'lightly breaded'?" A woman was complaining to a watier.

"Ma'am, that's how we've been doing it for years," said the waiter, "but..."

"But nothing!" snapped the woman. "This is not lightly breaded. How can you not see it?"

John sighed and concentrated on the woman.

"Look," said the woman, "take this back and have all the men in the kitchen cum and spit on it then top off my wine with your piss. If I have to eat this alone, I might as well indulge in my fetish for male bodily fluids."

"Yes, ma'am," said the waiter. He picked up the plate and the glass. "Right away, ma'am." He took the dish and glass back to the kitchen.

"What a disgusting bitch," said Heather.

Jack just shrugged. "So tell me about this place where you worked before just now," said John.

"Sure but can we fuck again soon?" asked Heather as she ran a toe up and down the outside of John's calf under the table.