We meet at the local Hooters restaurant

Dennis replies:

"Good afternoon Jenny,

Glad you responded. I am actually in the city today and would be happy to discuss this in greater detail with you. I actually am available this evening. Let's meet at the Hooters in Fresh Meadows. I'll send a car to pic you up. Would 5:00pm be a convenient time for the driver to arrive this evening?

Love,

Dennis"

I'm a bit taken back at first. Who does he think he is inviting me to Hooters of all places. What a trashy place to try and hit on a lady. Also, what's with him ending the message with "love", and why is it written like an email to a boss. Also, why so early? I paused for a while and thought. Then the more I considered the dm, the better I felt about it. I remembered my "why", and decided that his mischievous destination actually aligns with my objective. This is the right place to prep him if my goal is his economic support. I reply in his format:

"Hey Dennis,

Interesting choice of establishment; I heard every goes there for the fries :D. Sure, 5:00 sounds perfect. Can't wait to see you. Thank you sooooo much.

Love,

Jenny"

I have no clue what to wear. I consider all my options, and then remember the only outfit I've ever worn in front of him. It was a white top with light gray dots, a grey skirt and Air Jordans. I decided to wear the same outfit, but replace my sneakers with heels to look a little more classy. I finish it with a white thong for just in case. I know I'm going to feel super self conscious with my modest breasts considering the place is known for workers with huge "hooters", so I stuffed mine an inch with tissues. I look in the mirror, do a quick spin, then bend over to check my butt. I'm ready to go.

The car arrives just on time. At 7530, I'm dropped off at the restaurant. When I enter, its darker than most restaurants and 80% empty. The few occupied tables are taken by guys sitting alone, mostly with messy wings and stacks of empty beer mugs. I look around and spot Dennis sitting at the bar. He was easy to spot as he looks like a cubby Super Mario. He's about 5 foot 4, 50 pounds over weight, curly brown hair and a super huge mustache. He's wearing a half buttoned Hawaiian top, exposing his flabby chest with a mix of grey and white oversized hairs. Below, he's wearing sagging brown cardo shorts. His toes are popping through his old sandels with multiple hairs straying from the big tow. He has an empty glass of beer next to his half empty mug, so I can tell he had at least a drink already.

"You look stunning." he said in a very slight slurred voice. He looks me up and down, pausing a bit longer then normal at my breasts and legs, then continues, "Here, have a seat *He pats the open bar seat next to him. I sit down and quickly cross my legs, as I notice all the eyes in the place diverted to me. He places his middle aged hand on my knee and continues, "so I hear you have a problem." I pause momentarily in shock, then begin to continue, "Well, yes i have a ..."

As I begin to explain the problem, I'm immediately cut off by a middle-aged waitress with huge breasts and a name tag stating she's Clair, "Miss is Mr. Clarkson bothering you? We've had issues with him being handy with the females for years." She looks at me, then his hand on my knee, which is now approaching my upper thigh. She sees my discomfort, but I stay on plan. "No thank you miss, this is my date. But I appreciate you!". The waitress backs away in disbelief and disappears into the kitchen. I feel my smooth, inner thigh get a squeeze as he responds, "your date ha? I hope the ending will be happy." He smirks.

Despite my grossed out emotions, his old, filthy hands on my leg and his corny, horny old comment, I hold back everything I want to say and stay on track. He looks me in the eyes and says, "How much do you need? $50, $100? I'm sure we can work something out."

My heart starts pounding, not because of his hand, but because my response will be like 100 times more than he expects. I try to swallow the gulp in my throat, but my throat is entirely dry. so instead I just whisper, "$2,780".

He looks at me for a few seconds, removes his hand from my leg and does a strong belly laugh. As he does, I sit there, looking like a useless child who dug herself into a hole I can never get out of. He responds, slightly louder than I said" Two, Thousand, Seven, Hundred, Eighty Dollars?" and laughs a bit more.

I'm not sure if this was fear, desperation or embarrassment, but without thinking, I take it hand, place it back on my upper thigh (this time ever higher than where it was when he removed it) and respond just loud enough that I don't think anyone heard, "please, I'll do anything at all and I'll pay you back."

What happens next. (comment with a path number and it just might come next!)

1) Dennis offers to help pay a chunk with a 1 time, $1,000 loan that must be paid back at the end of the month

2) Dennis offers to move in for a month and will give her $100 a day plus food to serve her for 30 days.

3) Another man overhears and offers to pay it all if she's spend a weekend with him and brothers.

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