No, so you try Carlson's

The guy shrugged slightly. “I don’t think so,” he said, “but you can ask the manager. Give me a second, okay?”

I waited until the manager had been called out, who was a friendly guy in his fifties—fully dressed. We shook hands and talked briefly, but unfortunately he informed me that they weren’t hiring at the moment.

“But you know, I’m pretty sure Carlson’s is looking for new guys,” he told me. “You might want to check with them. You definitely have the right look. I’d hire you in a minute if I could afford the extra staff.”

“Thanks,” I said. “How do I get there from here?” I asked. The manager told the host to help me with directions. Once I had them, I headed out.

“That was … it was…” the professor was struggling to find an adequate description.

“Can’t think of a word for ‘I liked seeing all the hot guys with big dicks’?” I teased her.

“Well, yes,” she admitted frostily. “I’m sure you’d feel the same way about a place with all nude girl waitresses with big boobs,” she suggested.

“Definitely,” I agreed. “So, you missed some great wakeup sex this morning,” I said.

“O–oh?” she stammered, a little caught off-guard.

“Oh, yes. Your counterpart woke me with a blowjob, but she was in position for a sixty-nine. Can you imagine the sight, when I first opened my eyes and your pussy completely filled me view?”

“Oh…” the professor said nervously.

“You like women, too, don’t you professor?” I asked.

“I … I…”

“You mentioned yesterday that you wanted to know what a version of you who wasn’t afraid to admit it would be like,” I reminded her.

“Oh, that’s right, I did,” she admitted.

“So tell me,” I said. “What’s it been like, seeing ‘yourself’ in third person, through my eyes? Watching me fuck you last night?”

“Um…”

“Can you feel a little sympathy with Narcissus?” I asked. “Does she turn you on?”

“I…! I…!” she stammered.

“She does!” I teased. “Did you ever imagine it was you licking her pussy when you watched it on the monitor last night?” I asked.

“Please … I…. Yes, all right? Yes, I did! Yes, she turns me on! Yes, I wish I was in bed with the two of you! Dammit. What do you want from me?” she demanded.

“Relax, Elizabeth,” I consoled her. “Relax. I just want you to be more open about your desires. With what turns you on. How can you ever get what you want if you won’t even admit what you want?”

“I … you have a point,” she admitted with defeat.

“Elizabeth, I have a challenge for you,” I told her. “A project. Homework, I guess you might call it.”

“Oh?” she asked archly. “And why do you keep calling me ‘Elizabeth’? Only my fourth grade teacher ever called me that.”

“Sorry,” I said. “But I’d just been calling you ‘Professor’ before, and then I started to get to know your double as ‘Liz.’ It felt like a good way to keep from confusing the two of you.”

“Oh. Well, okay then. I mean, it doesn’t sound bad,” she acknowledged. “Actually, I think it sounds kind of … sensual when you call me ‘Elizabeth,'” she admitted.

“‘E-liz-a-beth,'” I drawled slowly, like it was an erotic epithet.

“Mmm,” she hummed. “Yes?”

“Your homework,” I reminded her.

“Oh. Right. Well, what is it, then?” she asked, sounding a bit bewildered by the idea.

“Tonight, I want you to go out to a bar. I want you to wear something cut low enough in front that you can’t wear a bra, and a skirt short enough that you can’t take big steps, and heels so high you have to practice walking at all,” I told her.

“Excuse me?” she demanded.

“I want you to go someplace classy, and I don’t want you to leave alone. Man, woman … both … it’s up to you, but whether it’s at your place or someone else’s, I don’t want to hear from you tomorrow morning unless you’ve been in bed with someone else tonight. Deal?” I asked.

“I … I…. Well, what if no one … I mean…” she trailed off haltingly.

“Trust me, Elizabeth,” I said with assurance. “As attractive as you are, if you wear what I told you, you will not have any problem finding a date. Your only problems will be deciding which offers to accept and which to turn down.”

She took a deep breath, then let it out explosively. “Okay, if you say so,” she said.

“I do,” I affirmed.

“So what’s ‘Carlson’s’?” she asked, changing the subject.

“From what your double was saying earlier, I gather it’s similar to Brett’s, but patrons are allowed to take a little more liberty with the staff.”

“‘Liberty’?” the professor repeated curiously.

“Well, from what I hear, hand-jobs and blowjobs, and sometimes even sex,” I said, a bit teasingly.

“Ohmigawd!” Elizabeth blurted. “And you’re going to work there?”

“Sure,” I confirmed. “If I can. I mean, it sounds a lot more appealing than working as a longshoreman, or whatever else I could get with no references or anything.”

“Wow.”

“Plus, more eye candy for you, right?” I asked, teasing a little again.

The professor didn’t say anything, but she snorted a bit and I think I heard her suppress a laugh.

“Okay, professor, I thinm it’s about time for you to get started on your ‘homework,'” I told my invisible voyeur. “You’re going to need to go shopping for some appropriate attire.”

The professor grumbled a bit, but then went off the comm to comply with my instructions.

When I got to Carlson’s, the view inside the restaurant seemed similar in a lot of respects to Brett’s, but with a lot of minor differences that added up to a big shift in overall tone. For one, the male wait-staff didn’t wear crotchless chaps: they wore bowties, detached cuffs, black fedoras, and patent-leather black shoes, but nothing else. For another, I saw one getting a hand-job from two giggling, middle-aged women at one table, and one getting a blowjob from a guy at another table while two of his buddies quietly cheered him on at another. And that was just in my initial glance around the place as I approached the host’s podium.

“Table for one? Or a seat at the bar?” the host asked me politely. Just like the host at the first place, this guy didn’t even comment on the fact that I was totally naked, a fact that I was beginning to get used to, but still found amazing nonetheless.

“I heard you might be hiring?” I enquired.