Serve the Servants

"Hi, welcome to Jodie's! How may I help you today?"

The host was a radiant young redheaded woman, an infectious trained smile adorning her face. Holly elbowed her date when she caught his eyes descending to her cleavage. It wasn't showing all that much, but the elegant outfit she had on was low cut enough to be appealing for any drooling man, and matched with her cute face, Holly couldn't help but steady an eye on her.

"Agh! Yes," Eddie began with a hand on his neck, "table for two, please."

The host nodded and prepared a pair of menus. "Right this way."

The two nodded and stepped forward, beginning to follow along, when some kind of switch, at one point hidden and obscured from existence, cobwebbed and never meant for use, was proverbially wiped clean and flicked on.

Eddie stopped, grabbing Holly's shoulder. "Hey honey," he said hastily, "did you give that homeless man his kiss before we came in here?"

"Oh shoot," Holly looked down sheepishly, "Sorry, I forgot." She looked at the two with a courteous smile. "I must not have been thinking. I'll be right back!"

As Holly speed walked to the door, Eddie rolled his eyes playfully at their host, who looked on understandingly. "Sorry about that."

"It's nothing," the redhead conversationally dismissed, breathing out in reminiscence, "I could remember all the times I forgot a couple kisses for him back when I first stated working here."

"Oh, really?" Eddie folded his arms, amused.

"Oh shut up," she replied with a laugh. "Sometimes you're in a hurry and you just forget. Honestly, it's why we try to get this guy out of our grounds since he's here so often." The woman sighed, leaning against the booth. "Sometimes I think it's easier to just give him a quarter or something -- the whole kissing thing can be a bit of a hassle. But these days I don't carry change with me."

Eddie nodded, quelling her hang-ups. "I know what you mean." Before she would notice his roaming gaze he looked her over briefly. She was pretty hot. He could see how the obligation on her part to give all those homeless freaks some sugar was there.

Man, he wouldn't mind it himself either, if he had to be honest.

Of course, he wouldn't actually proactively go out and cheat with every hot girl out there (one side-hoe at most was good enough) once he was in a settled relationship. But the fact of the matter was that societal customs were just so... odd once you looked into it -- and he meant, really look into it, beyond the seemingly casual, widely accepted surface that protected them. As evidenced by how naturally expected it was for all hot-looking woman to either give a beggar cash, food, or a tender kiss, it only further cemented the way morals took a backseat to systemic solidarity. Imagine how many soft lips, stickled with lipstick, just pressed onto the lips of another man the second before, or occupied with a snack of some kind made contact with one vagabond in one rather busy day when there was nothing else she could rummage from her handbag?

It was childish, Eddie knew, to think of it as titillating, as it really was just how women were. Like shaking a hand or slapping it. Sure, a decent chunk of people on the street were kooks, but the least you could do was give them some attention if you couldn't toss them a dime, and besides, it wasn't as if you were -- god forbid -- actually having sex with them like some whore or something. These days, though, the ethics really wasn't the point; it was just the principle of the thing. Or something.

In any case, that was enough anthropology for one date.

The door swung open and Holly strode back in, a compact mirror in her hand as she fluffed up a portion of her hair.

"Had fun?" It was Eddie's turn to nudge her, which she laughed at, backing away as she put her mirror away and side-eyed him.

"Mmm don't think it's going to be that easy for you, big boy." She rung an arm around his neck, anyway, kissing his cheek. "Food comes first."

"Right," the hostess laughed along with them and beckoned them over. "Glad everything's been sorted out. Now, this way." They followed along while Holly rubbed Eddie's arm. No one, however, seemed to care that part of the neckline of her dress had been pulled over, under her tit, exposing her lacy black bra. Not even as they sat down and she adjusted the bra over her quite skimpily attired chest and told her charming date to keep those eyes up if he was still interested in that tryst planned later that evening.

Boris's hand was wrapped around the handle when the door busted back open.

That woman from before, he recognized the perimeter-surveying woman as the cocktail dress and her body continued to give him pleasant stirring vibes. His sexual appetite sure was whetted after that little sexy fiasco from earlier. Craving, in fact.

"There you are!"

She breathed a sigh of relief as she spotted the street camper from earlier, who had migrated further down the building by the restrooms.

"Yepprs, I'mma-I-I'mma here," he nodded back as she rushed to him as best as her heels could go. His gaze looked as clouded as they were expectant.

Then, nearly knocking Boris over in shock, she swung her arms over his neck and planted a deep, passionate kiss onto the unshaven, googly-eyed man's lips.

"What the fuck!"

A few pedestrians in the sidewalk passed by with only a brief glance. They continued on with their indistinct chatter as Boris stared on, jaw open.

Like an interest-piqued detective, Boris approached the two people, one of which he was fairly certain was holed up in a trash can a month ago or so, as they kissed and made out like somewhat modest teenagers.

The lovingly groomed woman briefly released her lips from the guy, her hands pushing him tight against her body as he had a hand awkwardly on her hip, just inches away from her tight ass and suggestively outlined legs. She cocked her head to the side and asked, "How's that? Some more, maybe?"

"Mm-hhmm!" he nodded, looking like a child on the lap of a tired Santa Claus mascot.

"Alright," she looked at him with natural patience -- while simultaneously as natural as a ball rolling up the Giza. "But no touching any of the restricted areas. Got it?"

Another nod. Satisfied with that gesture, she dove back in. She grabbed his head with one hand and pulled him to her. Her mouth worked its way into his like it was the climax of Casablanca and her other hand stroked his back gently and pressed against him.

Boris bet the guy was having the time of his life.

Out of his own emotionally fueled boorishness, he walked up to them and clasped the woman's ass. Surprisingly not the first of the day.

"Fucking hell, you whore," he spat out in partial laughter and partial disbelief, "let me have a piece of you too!"

Before she could even turn her head to face him, Boris spun her around, tearing her arms away from her lucky attention feeder for the day and pulled her into him. With a sleazy smile he took out his tongue and licked her face, bringing the appendage down from the corner of her eye to her cheek until finally he entered her mouth with his own. He was feeling bold recently; considering no blue suit was after him, either, he might have been floating a little too high for his own good.

He clawed at her ass with his two hands. She didn't push back, and Boris shoved her pelvis against his dick and shook her against it like an exercise ball, which caused him to groan in pleasure. All this girl action in the same day -- it was the most he'd gotten in forever!

"Mm you're hot!"

"Oh, hi," she finally managed once Boris drew his mouth away from her and licked the tip of her nose. "I didn't know you needed a kiss, too. My name's Holly, what's yours?"

"Call me Bitch Fucker," Boris grabbed her tight dress and pulled it down to see her bra-encased breasts.

Very nice, he concluded, lifting them up for him to inspect, then squeezing them. First the right one, then the other, then both. Like bugle horns. Holly watched him from above with a lightly dubious twinkle. "Bitch Fucker, huh?" she laughed. "Sounds like your folks had a dirty sense of humor."

Damn. What the gotdamn hell was with this nonchalance? He wanted to fuck her then and there. He wanted to fuck everyone, everywhere, right now.

He wasn't sure what was going on, but if this was a dream, he wanted to dream.

Boris collected himself, however, and with a **** grunt let her go after one final tit squeeze. "You shouldn't cover that up you know, you look fucking great!" Then, leaving a long, suspicious stare to the other, still frazzle-haired homeless dude that seemed to watch them without little outcry from his own part, he took towards the other side of the plaza. There was a decently mildly populated corner he knew right by the phone store and fast food place with some seats he'd relaxed in before, and he wouldn't mind taking a chair.

As he ran off, stomach grumbling while he indistinguishably cursed at his still persisting hunger, Holly adjusted a heel that slipped loose. After some seconds she succeeded in fitting it back around her foot, then looked to the homeless dude from before and waved a very terse goodbye. She felt like the other one had seemed in a bit of a rush, so didn't really push it as she walked back to the entrance and ruffled through her handbag for her compact mirror and some sanitizing breath spray.

Hm, she thought as the aroma of fried, grilled, and barbecued foods swirled into her line of smell, he was actually not that bad of a kisser. She giggled, and caught Eddie looking at her from the corner of her eye and teasingly recalled their own makeout sessions from escapades past. One of the better ones this week, that's for sure.