Try to sweet talk Vito Calagari

You don't have the money to cover the check, but you resolve to do what you can to ease Mr. Wood's burden. Within reason.

You get up from the table and head in the direction of the bathrooms. You veer off just before them and head through the double door marked "employees only". You find your way through the bustling kitchen towards a closed wooden door in the back. You rap your knuckles on the door.

"Just a minute," comes the baritone voice of Mr. Calagari.

A few seconds later you hear a lock disengage and the door swings inward. You are confronted with the flushed face of Vito Calagari.

You are immediately reminded why you hesitated when this idea first came to you. Vito is immense. He might have been handsome as a very young man, but now his rotund body is straining a tuxedo to bursting. His oiled moustache glistens with sweat. His eyes twinkle when he sees you and he can't help but smile.

"Ah, Mr. Wood's companion," he smooths his tuxedo coat. "Come in, come in."

Vito waddles back behind an expansive wooden desk and settles into an oversized chair. He folds his hands across his huge chest and pats his fingers on the tuxedo. You stand opposite him at the desk.

"Ah, now what can I do for you, Miss...?"

"Applebottom," you smile and extend a hand across the desk. "Joy Applebottom."

He shakes it politely.

"Yes, pleased to meet you, Joy. How can I assist you?"

"Well, it's about the check," you say and bite your lower lip.

"Yes, yes, you and Mr. Wood and your friends dined well," he replies.

"I was wondering if," you play bashful, "I mean, I was wondering if I could, maybe, convince you to, I mean, ummmm, consider us square."

Vito raises a dark eyebrow.

"What are you proposing young lady?"

"Well, I mean," you walk around to stand next to him and lean your hip against his desk, "maybe I could show you my body."

Vito sputters with surprise.

"Young lady, I am a happily married man!" He exclaims.

He holds up a framed picture of him with his very fat wife and his three fat children.

You push the photograph aside and lean forward so that he can see down the neck of your dress.

"Even a loyal husband like you must fantasize," you lean even closer, "about a hot teenage girl like me."

"Well, I mean, I-," Vito stammers.

"My big breasts," you run your hands down your dress, "my hard little nipples. My waxed little teenage pussy. Don't you want to me to dance for you Mr. Vito?"

"300 dollars is a lot of money, ah, Joy," he hooks a finger in the collar of his tuxedo and loosens it.

"There will be another 300 dollars in your future," you whisper. "There probably won't be another Joy Applebottom."

Vito gulps, but his expression hardens.

"More," he says.

"More what?" You ask.

"I want more than a dance," he licks his fat lips. "For 300? I want to, ah, go all the way..."

You frown, considering his counter offer. So the fat old coot wants to fuck you? You might be able to convince him to accept a striptease if you keep arguing, but you don't want to leave Mr. Wood waiting too long. Your tight little pussy could probably make a fat slob like Vito Calagari cum in seconds.