The direct approach seems best

You figure the simplest approach is best, and seeing that they are in no rush to leave, you decide to grab some food first. At a glance, no Asian women seem to be working at any of the kiosks, so you decide to follow the example of your targets and get something from the Mexican food kiosk. You keep an eye on the two girls in case it looks like they're going to leave, but the line is practically non-existent, and you get your large burrito and soda while they are still finishing their food.

You make your way over to their table, now confident about things going your way. The girls don't notice you until you are about to sit down with them.

"Can we help you?" the one with glasses asks. She said it in a pleasantly polite tone, but she clearly doesn't know what you are doing here. Her friend with the red streak in her hair looks a little more wary, but she doesn't look hostile or truly upset yet either.

"Oh, I'm just having something to eat, and figure I could use the company," you say to them, sitting down in the open chair between the two, "Stay and chat with me a while."

The change in the two girls is subtle, but immediate. Upon hearing your command, they both visibly relax, with the red-streak girl even moving back from the edge of her seat. Overall, they both look more genuinely friendly towards you than they did a few seconds prior.

"Oh, that's perfectly fine!" Glasses girl says with a smile, "We don't have anywhere we need to be going to right now."

"Yeah, we're almost done, but we'll wait for you to finish talking to us before we go," Red-Streak girl says, "Sorry if I was jumpy a second ago. I had no idea what you wanted from us when you first showed up, but now that I know you want to talk I'm all good now."

"Oh don't worry about it, that's understandable," you reply, "For all you two knew I could've been some random thug getting ready to mug you."

"Well I didn't think that exactly, but it's good to know you aren't one," Glasses girl says with a laugh.

"So, let's start with the basics," you say as you unwrap your burrito to begin eating, "My name is John, what's yours?"

"Nice to meet you, John," Red-Streak girl said, "She's Naomi, and I'm Sucky-Sucky."

You very nearly **** on your first bite as she says this. You cough a little and ask, "Excuse me, what was that?"

The girl lets out a squeal and covers her mouth, her face going red, "Ohmigod, that's not what I meant to say! It just slipped out! My name's Suki, not... that."

"It's fine," you say in amusement, realizing that it was your humiliation request kicking in at the best possible time, at least for you. Poor Suki on the other hand was now having a hard time making eye contact with you, trying to figure out how to best salvage her dignity after that kind of first impression. Naomi meanwhile expressed only mild confusion at the incident, not seeming to care about the crazy name her friend just blurted out.

"Man Suki, nervous much?" she says, going back to eating her food.

"Y-Yeah, I guess," Suki replied, getting back a bit of her previous cheer as it appeared no one seemed to mind, "Let's just forget I ever said that."

"Oh, I dunno," you say, a devious idea popping into your head, "I kinda like the sound of 'Sucky-Sucky' myself. In fact, I think from now on that should be what you insist everyone call you. Hell, make it your actual name if you can."

Suki (now Sucky-Sucky) just stares at you for a couple of seconds, then shrugs and says in a surprisingly agreeable tone, "Okay."

"That's it? You're seriously fine with that?" you ask her, curious to see the reasoning behind her reaction.

"Well I mean, it's going to cause some misunderstandings with people that know me at first, especially my family," she answers, "Not to mention all the paperwork and stuff involved with legally changing my name. And to be honest, I would prefer having a name that isn't quite so demeaning. But hey, that's just the way life works sometimes. You told me to call myself that, so there's nothing I can really do about it. I might as well embrace it, right?"

She looks to Naomi and enthusiastically says, "So from now on, call me Sucky-Sucky, okay?"

"Well, if that's really going to be your name now," Naomi answered a little uneasily, "Just don't be too hard on me if I slip up, okay? This is going to take some getting used to..."

"I can help with that," you say, now looking over at Naomi, "From now on, the only name you can call her is Sucky-Sucky, whether you are talking to her or anyone else."

Naomi actually smiles at you again, "Thanks John! That'll help out a lot."

"No problem," you reply, "You can pay me back by making out with me."

"Oh, sure thing," she says. She leans over the small table towards you and begins kissing you deeply. You eagerly return the favor, wrapping your arms around her back and pulling her in closer, knocking her tray off the table and spilling what little was left of your meal on the floor. You can't help but run a hand through her hair, the strands of her ponytail silky smooth as your fingers ran through them. You give it a little tug, but Naomi doesn't seem to notice, being too busy interlocking her tongue with yours. From what you can tell, Naomi probably didn't have much experience with this sort of thing, but right now it doesn't matter. This was hot, and you were more than happy just making out with a girl like her. You're tempted to go further, but with your mouth pressed against her so hard you couldn't give her any other commands, and you weren't sure how much other than this would fall under the 'make out with me' command, so you pull away once you had your fill of her mouth.

Naomi plops back down in her seat, her face now looking rather disheveled. She fixes her glasses first, then wipes her lips with her thumb before running her hand through her hair to straighten it out.

Meanwhile, Sucky-Sucky seems to have taken the make out session you had with her friend as an opportunity to finish her own food uninterrupted by either of you. She swallows her last bite, then asks Naomi casually, "So, was he any good? You seemed to be getting kind of into it by the end there."

"Shut up, Sucky-Sucky," Naomi said quietly, though the blush creeping up her cheeks said that her friend wasn't entirely off base.

"I certainly enjoyed it," you said to her.

"Thanks," Naomi said, before turning back to her friend and asking, "Anyway, what's the plan for when we're done here? I was thinking we could see if there's any good movies playing..."

You look between the two girls in front of you, one of whom you got to make out with you within minutes of meeting her, and the other who you managed to convince to actually change her name on the spot, as they resume chatting like nothing unusual happened. It was still amazing to you that neither they nor anyone nearby saw a problem with you telling them to do things like that! The whole situation was giving you a raging hard-on that you felt like satisfying soon. The question was, which girl were you going to get to help you? And were you going to dive straight into the sex, or play around with them a bit more first to build things up even more?