Not without hickups

Steve and Peach held hands as they walked the three blocks up the hill to the Mexican restaurant. Peach looked stunning in her leather outfit and they nearly caused a few wrecks by cars that were driving by.

“See everyone is jealous of you,” Peach rubbed against Steve’s shoulder.

*

Peach and Steve sat together while waiting for their table.

“So tell me,” Peach said, “You have a job, a place of your own… why didn’t you have someone before me?”

“I did,” Steve said, “but they aren’t worth talking about.”

“Two wedding rings?” Peach whispered in Steve’s ear.

“How do you know about that?” Steve kept himself from shouting in shock.

“I know everything about,” Peach whispered in Steve’s ear, “I’m your perfect lover, I just want to hear how you say it.”

“Ok, I had a few that wanted to get serious but I didn’t, a few that we both were just looking for some fun in the meantime,” Steve said, “And a few that I wanted to be serious with but were looking for a good time.”

“Ejo de puta!” they heard a woman snap.

“Oh boy,” Steve said, “I forgot why I don’t come here.”

“And she is?” Peach asked.

“Elena, the owner’s niece,” Steve said more calmly than he felt.

“What are you doing here?” the Hispanic lady said as she stormed over.

“The nice young lady wanted to try a local Mexican restaurant,” Steve said trying to remain calm.

“Excuse me,” Peach spoke up, “Are you the manager?”

“No,” a man said as he came over, “I am the owner and manager. It has been a long time senior. Welcome to my restaurant Senorita.”

“So shall we leave?” Peach asked in a calm but authoritative tone.

“No Senorita,” the man said, “My Niece does not decide who we serve.”

“You were right Steve,” Peach said turning to her companion, “He is a very nice polite man. Sir, I just love eating at local family owned restaurants, they are so refreshing compared to all of the chain places.”

“Thank you Seniority.”

“Tio!” the Elena huffed.

“Elena,” the man said, “How many times have I told you, if I ban everyone you have had a fight with this place would be dead seven nights a week. Please enjoy your dinner.”

*

“Can I take your plates?” the waiter, and owner’s youngest son asked.

Peach reached in her purse and pulled out a pink credit card with a super Mario gold coin printed on it. She put it on the plate for the young man to see and handed it to him. The young man took the plates away and Steve looked at Peach with a curious look.

“You selected Rich Bitch and Sugar Momma in my Mistress Traits,” Peach said taking a sip of her soda, “That means I have more in my deposited in my checking each week than you make in a year.”

“How much more?” Steve asked.

“Lets just say I could house feed and clothes a hundred girls in your harem easily,” Peach kissed Steve’s nose, “Speaking of which… You need to pick out a few more girls.”

“Uhm,” Steve stammered before whispering, “You want me to have more girlfriends?”

“Harem girls,” Peach licked her lips, “Harem Girls are keyed to be mutually loving of each other and their master. Besides it gives me some others to spank and tie up as well.”

“Well I have to think about it,” Steve admitted, “I didn’t think the app worked to begin with and then you showed up and I have been reacting to the changes.”

“That’s fair,” Peach smiled and then it took a mischiefs look, “I want you all to myself tonight anyways.”

The owner’s son returned with the slips and Peach grabbed it and signed it quickly. She then took her card and smiled at the young man.

“Let’s go, I still want to go shopping Steve, and I know you will like what we get,” Peach said as she stood up.