They doubt it, but let you sit

The two women and the man all turned toward me at the same time.

They studied me carefully, trying to understand what was happening. The three of them glanced at one another, then fixed their eyes on me again.

This time, I returned their gaze.

“Who are you?” the middle-aged woman asked, frowning.

I guessed she was about forty-two. Her face carried a little too much makeup, the kind people use when they start worrying about age.

My gaze drifted down to the neckline of her black dress. Her bra held her generous cleavage firmly in place.

“That’s not important right now,” I said, ignoring the question as I took the empty seat.

Beside her sat a bald man who looked roughly the same age. Across from them was a young woman who resembled the older one so closely it was almost amusing — the same features, just twenty years younger.

“No, I think it is important,” the older woman said sharply. “This is our table. You can’t just sit—”

She raised her index finger and her voice began to rise.

I stopped her immediately.

“Wow… I’m lucky today,” I said, the sarcasm impossible to hide.

“Of all the people I could have met tonight, I had the fortune of running into a Karen.”

I tried to suppress my smile, but the situation almost felt staged.

“Excuse me?” the woman snapped. “What did you just call me? I am not a Karen—”

“Shh.”

I raised a finger slightly. The word alone was enough to stop her.

“Listen carefully,” I said calmly. “And look at me.”

The three of them obeyed without another word.

Their eyes locked onto mine.

“I am nobody,” I continued quietly. “And if you’re lucky, you’ll finish dinner tonight still being yourselves.”

None of them could look away.

“Now,” I said, “tell me your names… and why you’re here.”

My words sank into their minds and turned into commands.

“I’m Jessica Miller,” the woman said flatly. “I’m here for my daughter’s birthday.”

“I’m Ben Miller,” the bald man followed, his voice tense. “I’m here for my daughter’s birthday.”

The young girl spoke last.

“I’m Angie Miller. My parents brought me here to celebrate my birthday.”

“What a beautiful family,” I said appreciatively.

“Now, before we begin… Jessica, what bra size do you wear? Since the moment I saw you, my eyes have been almost glued to your huge tits.”

I said it without the slightest shame.

“Excuse me—!”

She inhaled sharply, clearly preparing to shout at me. But halfway through the breath she froze.

“…38D,” she said instead.

Jessica suddenly covered her mouth, confused by her own answer.

“They look heavy,” I continued calmly. “Can you make them jiggle a bit for me, please?”

Even when it wasn’t necessary, my manners remained intact.

Jessica resisted for a brief moment but then she began to make small jumps in her chair, showing how heavy and flaccid her tits were.

“Thank you.”

I gave a small nod and turned toward the bald man.

“I’ll return to you in a moment, Jessica.”

Then I looked at him.

“Mr. Miller… tell me about yourself.”

….

“How are you doing this…?” he stammered.

“We… we made a reservation here to celebrate our daughter Angie’s birthday. Today she turns twenty-one, and we’re going to give her a brand new car.”

The last part slipped out of his mouth before he could stop it. It was information he probably meant to reveal later in the evening.

When I looked at Angie, I saw her expression shift. The fear remained, but now it was mixed with something else — excitement.

“Wow, Angie,” I said, impressed. “You must be an incredible daughter. My parents never gave me anything that expensive.”

I tilted my head slightly.

“You must make them very proud.”

My attention returned to Jessica.

“Tell me, Jessica… are you proud of her?”

She lifted her chin slightly.

“Of course. She deserves everything in this life for being so exceptional.”

“Is that so?” I said thoughtfully.

I placed an arm casually around Angie’s shoulders.

“Well… if she’s as special as you say…”

I smiled faintly.

“I think I might make her one of my wives.”

The reaction was immediate.

Fear and anguish vanished from the parents’ faces, replaced by pure rage.

Angie, meanwhile, shrank away, trying to pull herself out from under my arm.

A waitress approached after noticing the enraged expressions on the Millers’ faces.

“Is everything alright here?” she asked, clearly trying to help.

“Oh…” I glanced quickly at her name tag.

“...Misty. How nice of you to arrive.”

I leaned slightly toward her.

“Do you remember the gift I brought for my mother-in-law?” I asked casually. “Could you please bring it?”

She clearly had no idea what I was talking about.

I leaned closer and whispered something into her ear.

Her confusion disappeared instantly.

“Of course,” she said with a bright smile. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

She turned and walked away quickly. Moments later I saw her leave the restaurant and start running down the street.

“She’ll be back soon,” I said calmly, returning my attention to the table.

I looked at Angie again.

“Now tell me,” I continued with a small smile, “what is my new wife doing these days?”

“Umm…”

Her mind was clearly struggling to process what was happening.

“…I’m about to finish college,” she said slowly. “And I plan to start working at my boyfriend’s parents’ publishing house.”

The last part came out more quietly as she lowered her gaze.

“Boyfriend?”

I frowned.

“We’ve been married for five minutes and you’re already having an affair?”

I sighed dramatically.

“I didn’t expect my wife to be so disrespectful… or so easy.”

I pretended to look betrayed.

“What kind of parents are you?” I asked coldly. “How can you feel proud of raising a cheating wife?”

I kept my voice calm, still playing the role of the offended victim.

Ben turned toward his daughter, his expression tense.

“Honey… this is serious,” he said, his voice trembling slightly. “Why would you do something like that?”

The words seemed to leave his mouth before he fully understood them.

“You should respect and love your husband,” he continued, confusion flickering in his eyes. “What you did is unforgivable.”

I nodded slowly.

“Surely she learned it from somewhere.”

I pointed at Jessica.

“From you.”

Jessica frowned, clearly confused.

“Going out every weekend… different men every time,” I continued calmly. “You were her example. Of course Angie ended up like this.”

“No… I don’t… I—”

Jessica suddenly pressed a hand against her temple.

A sharp headache cut through her thoughts.

Her memories began to twist.

Nights out. Loud music. Bars. Strangers’ faces blending together.

The images felt wrong… but at the same time strangely familiar.

Twenty-five years of quiet family memories began to blur, replaced by something darker.

“No… that’s not…” she whispered.

Her voice faltered.

Then her resistance collapsed.

“She should know how to find a good man,” Jessica said suddenly, her tone changing. “Someone strong. Successful. A real man with money.”

Ben stared at her, stunned.

Jessica lifted her chin proudly.

“Do you think that with this loser’s poor salary we could have bought you a car?” she continued. “No, I paid for that car with this”

Jessica cupped her tits with both hands, pushing them up.

The pride in her voice was unmistakable.

The truth no longer mattered.

From this moment on… this was their reality.

Angie looked at her mother differently now, as if she were seeing someone else entirely.

“But Jessica… you said you were going out with your friends,” Ben said, his voice heavy with sadness.

And he wasn’t wrong.

She had gone out with her friends.

But those memories were already fading, drifting further away from her mind with every passing second.

“Ben,” I said gently, placing a hand on his shoulder, “this must be very hard for you. I understand.”

I sighed sympathetically.

“Many of my wives have done the same thing to me.”

I leaned closer, lowering my voice.

“And believe me… they always regret it.”

Ben stared down at the table, his expression conflicted.

“You know what?” I continued. “You deserve better than this whore”

I glanced coldly at Jessica.

“Tell me what kind of woman you want, and I’ll help you.”

I gestured casually around the restaurant.

“Better yet… pick anyone in this place. I’ll see what I can do for you.”

Ben slowly raised his head.

His eyes moved across the room like a hawk scanning for prey.

One by one, he studied the women in the restaurant.

Then he stopped.

His finger lifted and pointed across the room.

“That one…”