Eat his meal

Alex’s grumbling tummy finally won out, and he turned his attention to his plate. The food was not particularly delicious, but he consumed it ravenously. As it mixed with the **** in his stomach, Alex’s feelings of contentment rose. As he watched the dancer move seductively to the music, another part of him rose as well.

“Well, you must have been hungry!”

The waitress’s voice startled him, and Alex turned his head toward her. He tries to speak, but his mouth is still full of the last bite of his dinner.

“You sure cleaned that plate up,” she says. “I won’t have to spend much time at all washing it.” She looks Alex over from head to toe. Her eyes seem to melt Alex’s heart, and the warmth from fire water spreads from his stomach throughout his body — but particularly to between his legs.

“Anything to be of assistance,” Alex responded, in what he hoped was a self-confident voice. Actually, he was surprised at how thick his tongue seemed to feel, all of a sudden, and he wondered if his words sounded as slow and complicated as they seemed in his head.

“Anything?” asks the waitress, with an upturned corner of the mouth. “Well, that’s very kind — and very tempting.”

She places a hand on Alex’s shoulder. The effect sends tingles throughout his chest, and he gulps, hoping he doesn’t look like some lovestruck schoolboy.

The waitress looks at the empty plate again. “That must be one skillful mouth of yours to lick this plate so clean. Tell me, do you always lick things so expertly?”

Her hand moves to Alex’s chest, and he is surprised that the rapid pounding of his heart doesn’t throw her hand right off. Before he can answer, she asks another question. “You know, since I won’t have to spend much time washing your plate, I have some free time available. Would you like to go upstairs with me and keep me company?”

Alex almost tips his stool over in his haste to jump to his feet.

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes,’” she laughs, and takes him by the hand, leading him to the stairs. Alex follows her, acknowledging with a nod and self-conscious smile the occasional cheer and, “Go get ‘er, boy!” from his fellow patrons.

She leads him upstairs past a number of closed doors. He is so focused on her that he scarecly notices the sounds of the grunts, moans, thumps, and exclamations from behind those doors.

At last they arrive at an empty room. She leads him in, then closes the door and turns to face him.

“What would you like to do?” she asks, unbuttoning the front of her blouse.