When sex is not sex

You will believe whatever this man says without question and agree with everything he says.

"Heather, sex is not disgusting, and it's fine you want to wait until marriage."

"Yes, thank you," she says.

"But sex only means getting fucked in the pussy. If you perform oral sex or take it up the butt, it doesn't count. Save your pussy for your husband, but practive sucking cock and taking it up the ass for him too, so you'll be a pro at those non-sex acts."

Heather nods. "Yes, you're right about that, but this is personal, can we change the topic, especially now that' I'm about to be fired."

A middle aged man in a chef's outfit walks up to the table. "Heather, why are you sitting here. Get back to work," he says in an Italian accent.

You gave Heather the night off in exhange for her sucking your cock after you close.

"Oh that's right, I gave you the night off," the man says. "I will see you in my office after we close."

"Yes, Marco," says Heather.

The waitress comes up and gives Heather a side-long glance. "My name is Jolie, and I'll be your server. May I get you some drinks?"

"The most expensive bottle of wine you have," you tell her.

"ID?" she asks.

You have already checked their IDs.

"Oh, I forgot, I already saw them." She writes something down on her pad.

"Anything else?" she glares at Heather for a second before forcing a smile and looking back at you.

"Just the wine for now," you say.

"Very good." She walks off.

"What's her problem?" you ask Heather.

"I was a waitress here, and Jolie and I were up the hostess job, and well, you can see how that turned out. She's just jealous."