Laughing Lunch

"What's your name?" asked Jack.

"Breanne Hernandez."

"And your job?"

"I work at a title company as a loan manager."

Lindy came over and asked for Jack's drink order. He ordered an Arnold Palmer. She wrote it down and walked away.

"She had to write that down?" asked Breanne.

"Take it easy on her. She's divorced shared custody and though her ex pays child support, she has to work. She has a fetish for college boys surrounding her while she sucks one off, jacks two off, and has one rub his cock on the back of her head until they ejaculate on all sides of her then piss on her."

"Oh my god!"

"Yes, she was fired from her last job for constantly flirting with the younger male employees. She works here to cover her expenses and just started."

"What a freaky fetish."

"Yes, and good thing her children will never find out."

"And did you see those two flash their tits?"

"Yeah, and they did it unconsciously, and have forgotten about it. When they realize they posted a flashing selfie, they'll get into a contest: they will each post flashing selfies around town for a month, and the winner gets to wear a t-shirt that says I have famous titties! and the loser has to jack two homeless men off until they cum on her bare tits."

"Wow, freaky clientele here."

"This is disgusting!" said male voice. Jack turned to see a male customer with two women, and the man was complainiing about his meal.

"Calm down, Walter, it's a simple mistake," said his companion.

He looked at her and gagged. "I hate onions!"

"One would think 'no onions,' would be a simple order."

"I wrote it down that way," said the waitress, "but I...."

"But I! But I!" said the man in a nasty mocking tone.

Jack shook his head.

Suddenly the man started to cry. "Mommy, I wet my panties!" He stood up, and there was a dark spot in his crotch. He started sucking his thumb and walking to the bathroom when his pants fell to his ankles, and everyone could see he was wearing Cinderella panties. He picked up his pants and shuffled to the men's room as patrons laughed at him.

"This place is wild," said Breana.

"I'll wager his lunch companions gossip about this when they get back to work, and everyone will know his secret. Also, did you know the blonde who was sitting at the table with panty boy is both humiliated and turned-on by watching her husband fuck other women, and the other woman at the table gets off on being fucked in gas station men's room, and the dirtier and smellier, the more aroused she becomes."

"Jeez, what about you?"

"I'm pretty normal," said Jack., "I love to dominate women sexually and fuck their faces, pussies, and asses. I always get them to have multiple amazing orgasms."

Breanne smiled and ran her finger through her hair. "Wanna be fuck buddies?"

"Of course."

The new waitress brought his drink and Jack ordered a turkey club and side salad with vinaigrette.