Hatching a plan

"... Samantha?" You ask, shocked. "Are you okay?" You ask. Samantha's grin suddenly drops. "Damn. Nevermind. Must be a silly thought.' Samantha forces a curt smile.

"Actually... You're not far from the truth. I didn't know you thought like that. About serving a man." Samantha looks you with determination. She nods. "Yes. That's right. So can I serve you?"

A plan hatches in your head as you take a drink of your Guinness. "I'm not the one who can answer that question yet." You bring out a pen and one of Wayne's business cards. You flip it over to the back and write down the Whittman porn site web address, linked to Bianca's profile and hand it to her.

"Go to this website and chat with my wife, Bianca. She'll see if you'd be a fit or not. Don't worry, won't cost you anything. Just tell her I sent you. With any luck, we'll be seeing each other again in a more intimate setting." You take another swig if your beer. "I really hope you pass her tests. Answer honestly and be your true self."

Samantha nods, slipping Wayne's business card in between her cleavage. You throw some cash on the bar as you finish your beer, enough to both cover your tab and the tip. "And Sam -" Samantha perks up. You never called her Sam unless you really meant what you were about to say. "I hope to see you again real soon."