Quick Drink

"Sure Amy, how about a milkshake?"

Amy's eyes lit up as she glanced at you from the driver's seat; you could tell by the way she hungrily glanced at your body that she was thinking of more than one way to fill you up. "Sure, darlin, sounds great! You sure about a milkshake, though? You'll be plenty full after your lunch with Ms. Catherine."

Curious as to why she said that, you shrugged and said, "Sure, why not?"

She looked back to the road. "I have just the place in mind, and it's mighty close, there's no way we'll be late for your lunch date!" She sped off, closing the partition and leaving you to your thoughts. Who in the world was Catherine, and why did she have a limo driver and the works? Your mind raced as the car matched the speed of your thoughts; it seemed Amy was eager to get wherever she was taking you so that she'd have plenty of time to spend with you. After what seemed like just 5 minutes, the car stopped, and Amy opened the door to let you out. As you stood up, you realized that Amy dwarfed you by several feet; you, at full height, stopped at just under her breasts. Her slender appearance didn't give credence to her curved, lightly muscled body; you could tell she was strong, and by her height, definitely could hold her own. She laughed as she tussled your hair. "Here we are cute stuff, why don't you just take a seat inside and I'll order us up somethin' nice." You walked with her to the door, and held it open for her. "My, my, cute AND courteous. Catherine's got herself a catch!" Sitting down at the nearest table, you could tell that this place was extremely expensive, yet extremely empty. Amy walked up to the counter, and you couldn't help but stare at her slim yet defined curves in her drivers' skirt. With the tight ensemble, you had no clue what she was packing under there, which made it all the more mysterious. You watched as she ordered two small vanilla milkshakes and then sat down with you. "Now, hun, we only have about 55 minutes before Ms. Catherine arrives, and I know she's mighty picky when it comes to proper etiquette and behavior with her dates. I have a lil' challenge for you, sweetie, because I like myself a bit of competition, but also because I think you're a cutie pie, and I'd love to help you out. So here's my proposition. We get these two milkshakes, and see who can chug 'em the fastest! If I lose, I'll give you the down low on all of Ms. Catherine's likes and dislikes, so she falls smitten with ya on the first date. You lose, and I get you for the full 55. Whaddya say, darlin?" Amy's eyes were steely as they stared at you, only downplayed by her playful smile.

Your thoughts raced; Catherine seemed like she could be a great person-- any amount of information would help. On the other hand, Amy's smirk was almost ominous.