Creep to the rescue

Andy approach our table and looked us closely up and down. I could see on the look of his face that he judge me because of Levy, he cleared his throat and sad: “I have to ask both of you (cough) “Ladies” to leave our eatery, we don’t serve (cough) women of your kind.”

I knew it, I could die on the spot! Thank to Levy he thinks I’m some kind of whore, I have to save the situation: “I’m sorry Andy, I know my friend looks like a cheap hooker. But that is just because she is a bit dense when it comes to fashion. She had no ill intention of dressing like a tramp.”

Just when I was hoping that my explanation would calm Andy Levy interrupts me: “What the hell are you talking about Lucy, you are the one that looks like a cow-theme whore, with the bells on your exposed nipples and the tag between these balloons you call tits!”

I could not belief my ears, does she really believe I was the problem: “And what is with you, it’s a miracle you haven’t flashed your snatch to everyone on our way here, at least your bikini top covers the billboard you call a chest!”

Just when a catfight was to break out between me and Levy, someone appeared behind Andy and sad: “What is the problem here?” It was the perv from the clothing store, great the last person I need, did he follow us, CREEP! I could swear his eyes glow for the fraction of a second, but it must my imagination, he turned to Andy: “There is nothing wrong with the way this two slut dress, don’t you think so as well, sure it’s a bit risky, but at least they are hot bitches!”

Andy seemed a bit confused, but finally says: “You are right, the cow slut has some tasty looking udders and the little wench would look good with my cock between her lips. I guess they can stay.”

With these word, Andy leaves our table. I was perplexed, the creep did it, he convince Andy to let us stay, but no just that. He and Andy where saying so nice thing to us. I guess the treatment Levy and I had gave him, had teached him how to treat a woman.

Also he was leaving our table, so I and Levy could talk: “Listen Levy I’m sorry, I guess the whole situation with Andy let me say some cruel thing I did not mean. I adore your outfit, it perfectly displays your titties and your ass looks bootylicious. Also the fact that your cunt is nearly showing is the cutest.”

“Thanks Lucy, I have to apologize as well. You rock the cow slut outfit. I mean its perfect for you, with your gigantic gazongas and your huge behind just let you look like you were some breeding bitch.”

I smiled at her: “Thanks, that was the style I was aiming for.”

I’m glad that Levy and I have ended our quarrel.