Riko's Date

Fauna: Good luck.

Adam: ???

Elizabeth and Fauna had been texting him all week. Adam had a date with Riko that night.

###: Change of plans. Giorgio’s at 6.

Adam: I assume this is Riko?

Riko: *thumbs_up*

Giorgio’s at 6 was a huge departure from the original plan of Hannigan’s at 8. First of all being that at the time, it was 5 and he hadn’t started getting ready yet. Adam jumped from his couch, rushing to the shower.

He barely made it in time, “Hi, reservation for Adam Ward.” He assumed the reservation would still be in his name like the other they had made.

The hostess scrolled through her tablet, “Ah, there you are. Sir, your reservation isn’t until 7.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’ll just wait then.” Adam took out his phone, Riko’s text definitely said 6.

Adam: Hostess says our reservation is at 7.

Riko: I know.

Adam double checked the earlier text. ‘Change of plans. Giorgio’s at 6.’

Adam: But you told me 6?

Riko: Oops.

Adam rubbed the bridge of his nose, Fauna’s ‘good luck’ text was making a bit more sense. His dates with Elizabeth and Fauna had both gone well and he liked both women. They had told him some about Riko, and they seemed to like her so despite this less than stellar first impression, Adam told himself to be patient. And with an hour to wait, he had plenty of time to be patient.

At 7:20, Adam sat at the table alone.

Adam: Are you still coming?

By 7:30, he was on the verge of leaving. Until he saw her approaching, the hostess leading the woman you’d seen in the Matchr photos. Riko. She wore tight black leather pants and a sleek white blouse. Adam stood to greet her, and the waitress was on them in a flash.

“I’m so glad you could make it.”

“Oh, of course, and I’m so sorry for the inconvenience,” Riko dropped her voice to a whisper using her hand to block Adam’s view of her mouth, “But someone told me the wrong time for dinner.” What! The waitress shot Adam **** glares, and he wanted to slink under the table and die. “Are you ready to order?” she asked Adam.

“Oh, um yes, I’ll have the mutton.”

“I love the mutton here,” Riko cooed over Adam’s order, “but tonight I think I’ll go with the bass.”

“Splendid,” the waitress took the menus and left.

“You’ve had the mutton? Do you come here often?” Adam asked, a little surprised. Most people he knew that wanted to go to Giorgio’s have been waiting months, or even years for a reservation.

“Absolutely. You ever been here?” she asked, sipping her water.

“No, I had a reservation a couple years ago, but my boyfriend dumped me and I canceled.”

She leaned back, “What a raw deal. You get dumped and miss out on world class food? You should’ve gone anyways.”

“Maybe, but on a teacher’s salary, I was kind of relying on him to pay.” Adam winced at the words realizing what he’d said.

Riko laughed, “It’s okay. Viv is paying.”

Adam chuckled, “Thanks. So how did you all meet?”

“That’s Viv’s story,” she smirked, looking around the restaurant. “Can we switch seats?” Adam was confused but obliged, switching seats with her. “That’s better.” She reached across the table to grab her glass from where she’d left it.

He couldn’t be certain, but it felt almost on purpose when her fingers poked the edge of the glass, tipping it over. The water spilled over the table and into his lap. He dabbed at it, and ultimately excused himself to the bathroom. By the time he made it back to the table, their food had arrived.

Riko was digging into Adam’s mutton, her bass sitting in front of his seat. “I think we got our orders mixed up,” he laughed.

“Mmm, the mutton just looked so good. Plus I don’t really like bass,” she said, scrunching up her nose at the fish across the table from her.

“But, then why did you order it?”

“Oh, Adam, you don’t mind swapping do you?” she pouted.

He was so confused, but ultimately decided not to argue. He rubbed the bridge of his nose before cutting into his fish. He wasn’t always the biggest fan of fish, but at Giorgio’s everything was delicious, sure it wasn’t the mutton that he wanted. But maybe next time, if Riko ate here often maybe he’d actually be back.

Riko reached over the table scooping her fork through the rice on Adam’s plate. On her second reach across she stabbed into the bass, taking a bite back for herself. “Mmm, that’s tasty. Want to swap?”

She’d already eaten most of the mutton by that time, having started while Adam was still in the restroom. “I-I, what?”

“I think I want the bass, here you can have the mutton.” She held the ravished plate across to him.

“What?” he repeated, everything crashed over Adam in that moment. The last minute change of plans, the wrong time, the late arrival, the spilled drink, the swapped meals, all of it. “You’re a bit of a brat, you know that?”

Riko put the mutton back in front of her, “I do know that,” she said with a smile. “Most men leave before I even arrive.”

“Why? Why do you do it?” Adam’s head was spinning.

Riko shrugged her shoulders. “I guess, I’m just a bad girl,” she bit her lip.

Adam rubbed the bridge of his nose again, “Was this all just another test?”

“No, of course not. Viv knows better than to trust me with that kind of stuff.”

“So I guess if you’ve been a bad girl, I should probably punish you after this,” Adam teased.

Riko squirmed in her seat, “Actually I have to leave right after this.” She sipped her drink, “SO, you’d need to punish me now.”

Adam choked on his drink, now? “I-I,” she gave him a smirk, biting her lip, “Bathroom now,” he said as sternly as he could.

She jumped up and led him to the bathroom. He pulled her into the men’s room, and into a stall. He placed her hands against the door, and pulled her pants down around her thighs. Her ass was perfectly round, and Adam could’ve stared for hours, but that’s not what they were there for.

“How many do you think you deserve?” he asked, gently caressing her bare bottom.

She whimpered, “Mmm, probably like 2 or 3.”

Whack. “I was thinking more like 15, 10 for making me wait, and 5 for the mutton.” Whack. She whimpered, pushing her ass back towards him. “Count them for me.”

“Two, sir.” Adam’s cock twitched in his pants. “Three, sir.” After 11, they paused when someone entered the bathroom. Riko pushed her ass back into him, teasing, prodding. They waited while the man used the urinal and left without washing their hands. “Gross,” Riko said, they should kick him out for that.

Smack, “Eeek, twelve, sir.” Her rear was growing brighter with each smack, “Thirteen, sir.” His pants grew tighter, “Fourteen, sir.” He felt the warmth of her ass under his hand before pulling back, “Fifteen, sir.”

“Are you going to be a good girl, now?” he whispered in her ear.

“Yes, sir,” she cooed, starting to pull up her pants.

Adam caught her hand, stopping her from covering herself. “That was your punishment, but don’t you think I should be rewarded for putting up with you?” He released her wrist, his hand brushing over her red rear, and between her legs.

“Yes, sir,” she purred, widening her stance giving him better access.

He released his hard cock from his pants, and repositioned her, until he could press his tip to her pussy. She was soaked from the punishment. Adam plunged himself into her depths, he reached around to massage her clit. A small moan escaped her, but she bit her lip trying to stay quiet.

The stalls creaked as Adam thrust into the brat. “I’m about to cum,” she whimpered.

And he stilled, his cock half buried, and pulled back his hand hovering over her clit. “Do you think you deserve to cum?”

“Please, sir. Please make me cum,” she begged, pushing back on his cock.

He considered denying her, punishing her further for torturing him earlier. But ultimately he figured an orgasm would be a good way to make amends. For now, at least.

She quivered against him, pressed to the stall door. Her orgasm quickly crashing over her as he resumed his efforts. He wasn’t far behind, his load being milked out by her clenching sex. She turned, leaning against the stall door as she worked her pants back up. He leaned in kissing her, she melted against him. “You’re a lot nicer after being fucked.”

“Well, then you’d best keep me well fucked,” she caressed, his softening cock through his pants.

“Sounds like a plan,” he kissed her again, before leading her back to the table.

The waitress returned, “We were starting to think you’d left. Here chef, Quinn wanted you to try the new pears.”

Adam gave Riko a look. “Thanks, Harley. And if you can send the check over, I’ll take care of it.”

“Yes, chef,” Harley, the waitress, responded leaving a plate on the table. Pears poached in a caramelized red sauce.

“Chef?” Adam asked, slicing into the pear dessert.

“Riko Giorgio at your service,” she smirked taking her own bite.

After dessert, Riko left a huge tip on Viv’s card. “Tell the ladies, we said hi,” Harley told her when they were leaving. She retrieved her leather jacket and helmet from coat check, and Adam walked her around back where she’d parked her motorcycle in a spot marked specifically for her.

She sat on her bike, and pulled Adam in for a kiss, “I expect Viv will be reaching out soon.”