Dite's Diner

“What kind of name is Dite?” Regina asked as I parked the Porsche.

“No, dai-tee as in Aphrodite. It’s a lesbian owned diner and common place for lady hookups.” Regina’s sundress blew in the wind, I kept an eye on her hemline knowing she had nothing on underneath. The diner was mostly empty, I hadn’t ever been there during a Monday morning. The occasional lunch rush but even then, I mostly ever showed up on the weekends during a hunt for a partner.

We took a seat in a booth by the front window. “So you do you think? The blonde at the counter? The cutie over there? That smokin’ waitress? Ooh or maybe the greasy cook?” Regina asked looking around the diner.

“Well the waitress isn’t a big fan of me.”

“How could she not like you?” Regina asked reaching across the table to brush my arm.

“We had a one night stand, and Clair didn’t take the news too well that I was only occasionally into girls and pretty much never romantically interested.”

“Bobbi,” Clair coldly opened, “who’s your friend?”

“Regina, pleasure to meet you,” Regina introduced herself grabbing Clair’s hand. The brunette waitress blushed as Regina kissed her knuckles.

“What can I get you?” Clair basically asked Regina’s cleavage.

“Um, a Dite burger, ooh onion rings, a basket of chicken strips, some fries, aaaaaand a strawberry milkshake.” Clair stared in shock at Regina’s large order.

Not waiting for Clair to get over it, I gave my order, “Just a BLT and a lemonade for me.”

“Oh, yea a BLT too. And some fried pickles,” Regina added to her oversized order.

“Um, coming right up,” Clair said scribbling on her notepad.

“How can you eat that much? Aren’t you afraid of getting fat?” I asked still getting used to Regina’s eating habits myself.

“I don’t know, food tastes good so why not eat. As far as the getting fat goes, it’s never been a problem. Maybe a Ringmaster did it to me long ago or maybe it’s the same ring magic that makes me easier to manipulate,” Regina shrugged checking out the people passing by on the street.

Clair brought over our drinks and Regina took the chance to ask, “So, when are you free?”

She blushed, twirling her hair around a finger, “I’m working doubles the next couple days. But I’m off on Thursday.”

“Hmm, we were hoping for something sooner, but no problem planning ahead,” Regina took a spoonful of her milkshake.

“We?” Clair turned giving me a look of disdain.

“She didn’t mean that. It would be just you and Regina,” I quickly corrected.

Clair seemed to relax, knowing that I wouldn’t be involved, “I’ll be back with your meal.”

“You don’t want her?” Regina asked licking at her spoon.

I dipped my own spoon into her shake, glancing at Clair over Regina’s shoulder, “Honestly, I’d love to bend her over the table right here right now, but without a way to change her opinion of me,” I shook my limp shoulder, “she’s not going to go for it. But that’s no reason you can’t have some fun.” I smiled licking at the strawberry milkshake.

The lunch rush was just starting as Clair arrived with an overloaded tray of our food. “So Thursday?” Clair asked ignoring me.

“Absolutely,” Regina picked up one of the fries.

Clair smiled putting down the last plate of Regina’s feast, “I wish I could talk more, but the lunch rush.” The whole place was starting to fill up with the early lunch-going women. “Text me,” she said sliding her number on a napkin over to Regina. She turned and left without so much as a ‘nice seeing you’ to me.

I watched in amazement as Regina started on her 3 course meal. “So what about the right now?” Regina asked, biting into an onion ring.

“Well, the lunch rush is bringing in the ladies. So I’ll just see about picking out a single lady and bringing her into our web,” I said, stealing a fried pickle from the field of food covering the table.

“Bobbi?” a sexy redhead said as she entered the diner. Well, hot damn that was easy. Only problem was, I had no clue who this lady was. “You don’t remember me,” she said sitting down next to Regina.

“Yea, sorry,” I admitted, still checking her out.

“It’s Felicity, you helped me on Saturday at your um, impromptu orgy,” she said, picking at Regina’s plate of fries.

I didn’t really know how to react, “You were there? I don’t actually remember most of that night. What did I help you with?”

She started rolling her sleeve up her arm to show off her bare forearm. I wasn’t quite sure what I was looking at. “It used to say Andrea, but you took my ex’s name off my arm.” I couldn’t help but wonder if my name was now tattooed across her ass. “Here I took a video,” she said scooting over to make room for me to join her and Regina on their side of the table.

She hit play on her phone. The whole scene was crazy. Were those girls pink and blue? I recognized the elves from yesterday passing the camera, joining a large gathering of elves. How many elves did I make? People were making out on every surface available, plenty of them going much further. The camera blurred as she turned to look at something. It was me on a throne, my hair already pink and my clothes gone. A girl approached, I could see her talking but the video was too far away to actually hear. With a wave of my evidently still working left hand, the girl’s legs started to glow. They merged into each other, did I make a mermaid? No, the tail was growing longer and longer, coiling around the room. When her legs stopped glowing, her lower body was completely replaced by a giant snake’s tail. The lights of the club dancing off of her newly formed golden scales. I should probably track down the snake lady at some point.

“Goddess blessings, wish I had been there,” Regina said between bites. I went to grab the rest of my BLT only to find it missing. “So Felicity, you up for a threesome?” I choked on a fry, hearing Regina ask so forwardly.

I quickly reached for my drink only to **** on it as Felicity responded, “My place is just around the corner.”