Dinner!

The restaurant you go to is not cheap. It's all dim lights and art deco furniture, with a menu full of words that sound vaguely French. You're nervous for a second - the two of you seem way underdressed for the place, in your jeans and sweaters - but Ashley walks in without a worry.

You know she's decently wealthy from the inheritance, but you can't imagine her eating at places like this often. If she's doing this place just for you, that just makes you feel guilty - you don't really need her to spend all her money on you! You just want... to feel something. That you haven't felt yet.

There's an employee at the front, who Ashley shows your reservation. She's very, very pretty - thin, short, blonde, high-cheekboned, her hair pulled back in a bun, she's wearing a short black dress and pale tights and manages to make it look formal somehow. Ashley's certainly noticed, unable to take her eyes off the woman, and you **** down your irrational jealousy.

The waitress smiles at you and leads you to a table off to the side. "We're pretty full right now, so your server will be with you in a few minutes. And, of course, if you have any special requests - like a third for your date - let me know."

Ashley watches her hips wiggle as she walks away. You watch Ashley watching those hips. And then you think over what the waitress just said. "A third?"

Your... date... giggles cutely. Demurely. "Yup. I guess if we want we can have sex with her while we're eating. Maybe use her as a plate?"

Your train of thought feels like it ran into dynamite. "Her?" Your date looks at you, confused. "Her?" The look you're getting is turning concerned. "I thought that - you said that - you said you and Hannah would do anything for me, but she -" You can't complete your sentence. Your mind is thoroughly boggled.

She gets it anyway. "Well, yeah, we would. But it's not just us, you know. There's lots of girls who'd do anything for you. Lots and lots and lots of girls, all over the world."

"But - I don't - That doesn't -" Girls in general being totally subservient to you? You know that wasn't true a few days ago. You _know _that doesn't make sense.

But just because it doesn't make sense doesn't mean it's not true. You know that waitress offered herself as a "third". You know there's not many meanings possible there.

The thought is causing you mild existential terror. What is the world you live in, where women will do literally anything for you? What does it imply that their submissiveness to you and you alone is so strong that it overrides any reasonable thoughts, like a waitress's willingness to do her job?

What does it imply about your new relationship?

Existential terror is easy to suppress when it's mild, it turns out, and you turn to the waitress when she arrives. Not the same blonde as earlier. This one's older, with a more serious look on her face.

It's probably bad that women will do anything for you. Probably implies something awful about your date. But you can worry after the date, right?

"Fuck me", you tell the waitress.