Escort

"I'll escort your VIP tonight," you tell Black Jack.

"Great follow me then," he says leading you through another door in the break room. "Here put this on," he throws you a piece of clothing as you enter what appears to be a walk in closet. "You'll need to lose the bikini too." You look at the article thrown to you and realize it's a tiny little strapless dress. You don't even bother arguing about it, instead you just strip out of your bikini again and slip into the dress. The dress is a shiny silver and is barely long enough to cover both your crotch and nipples. You'll have to be careful to keep everything covered especially since Black Jack doesn't offer you any underwear. He asks for your shoe size and brings you a pair of matching heels. "I'll have a grunt deliver your stuff back to the Pokecenter, it will be there when ever you get back." He takes all your clothes and shoves them in your bag. When you pass through the sex shop again he leaves it at the counter giving the man clear instructions.

You have very little practice in heels so you're a little shaky following Black Jack through the streets, especially since you're preoccupied with keeping your dress on. The two of you enter a very fancy restaurant and Black Jack asks the hostess for an 'Admiral Harvey.' She guides the two of you through the busy restaurant to a secluded table in the back corner. "Tommy boy, I heard the boss had put ya in charge of Cerulean. Congrats, I knew you had potential when I recruited ya." Tommy? Maybe it's a nickname of some kind.

"Thanks Admiral. I brought you something for tonight." He pulls you forward, bringing attention to your presence. "A little short notice, since you didn't tell me you were coming to town, so she's the best I could wrangle."

"She's wonderful. But that's the nice part of being retired, I don't have to report my goings on to nobody." The old man sitting in the booth stares at your barely covered chest. "So what's your name, darlin'?"

You gulp before finally answering in a quiet voice, "Amber."

"Well, Amber, why don't ya scoot in here with me," he pats the booth next to him. You try to keep your dress in place while sliding in but it's a lost cause. You settle for keeping your tits covered since the table cloth will keep your bottom covered. You can feel the leather rubbing against your pussy as you slide into the booth. You stop at a normal sitting distance but the Admiral pulls you in close wrapping his arm around your shoulders. "So has Tommy been treating you nicely?"

Black Jack sits in the booth across from you and the Admiral. "Black Jack um . . ." you think about the glory hole but don't even know what to say so instead you just meekly say, "Yep."

"HA," the Admiral bellows out, "Black Jack, I always forget about your stupid name." He turns to you, "I've told him to drop the name but he just keeps with it. But hey I guess the stupid nickname hasn't kept Tommy from rising through the ranks." Black Jack and Admiral Harvey talk for a bit longer before he finally says, "Well Tommy boy it's always a pleasure, but my food will be getting here soon and I've got a lovely lady to keep me company instead of your ugly mug." With a quick exchange of goodbyes, you're now alone with the Admiral.

"Waitress," he calls a waitress over to the table. "My date's going to need some food, tell the manager I'll pay triple to steal someone's meal that will be coming out with mine." The waitress leaves, and before long she returns with two plates. The Admiral's steak and your stolen smoked salmon. You had just ate in the break room but the fancy meal set before you looks too good to pass up.

During the meal, the Admiral, who tells you to just call him Lars, asks you about where you grew up and how your journey has gone once he found out you were a trainer and not just a whore, err escort. You learn about how he used to work for Team Rocket until just earlier this year. After the two of you finish your meal, Lars has you order a dessert. While you wait for the waitress to come back with your chocolate mousse, Lars stops talking and instead starts kissing your neck and playing with your tits. His pawing makes your dress fall, and you feel embarrassed being exposed to the restaurant. Luckily nobody seems to be watching.

He stops when you say the waitress is coming. You take the opportunity to pull your dress back up. The mousse looks amazing. You grab a spoon and go for a bite, but Lars grabs your wrist. "Maybe we play a little game. How about you go under the table, and if there is any dessert left by the time I finish then and only then will you get any." He takes the spoon from your hand and pulls aside the table cloth giving you a path to under the table.