Go out to dinner

"Lets go out to dinner." Olivia says, "There's a place I've been wanting to try."

You're surprised and disappointed by sudden change of activities.

"Now?" You ask, Your cock still twitching as you continue to eye the dildo in her hand.

"Yeah. I'm starving." She says. You don't see her pleased smile as she notices where your eyes are currently focused. "And I get the feeling you're hungry too."

She playfully waves the dildo in air causing you to snap your focus away.

"Um... Okay yeah, lets go eat." You say, doing your best to hide your disappointment.

You feel your heart sink slightly as you watch Olivia put the dildo back from where she got it, hiding it away once again.

"Don't worry." She says warmly as she leans in to give you a peck on the lips. "This is going to be a really good night."

She pulls away and gets up off the bed. She goes to the dresser and begins picking out clothes.

You sit there for a moment, feeling your cock painfully soften as you accept the fact that your playtime is over. You eventually get up and start to get ready.

...

You sit quietly in the passenger seat as Olivia drives. She's been talking about something but your having trouble paying attention as your mind continues to wander to your earlier activities. You try to push it out of your head, but you can't stop yourself from thinking about that glistening toy cock, about how it felt between your lips, how exciting it was to slide it down your throat.

Your thoughts are interrupted as Olivia puts the car in park.

"We're here!" She say.

You look up at the small building in front of you. You're a bit surprised as it doesn't seem to be the kind of place Olivia would normally want to go to. It looks run down, seeming more like a dive bar than the upscale restaurants she's normally pushing for.

"Are you sure this is the right place?" You ask as Olivia has already started getting out of the car.

"Yeah. I figured you'd want to try something new." She says.

You decide not to worry too much about how out of character Olivia's being tonight and just go with it. You get out of the car and follow her inside.

The environment of the place is slightly strange. It's dark, with neon lights glowing enough to let you see. It feels kind of like a night club, but there's not much noise. Music plays softly and there are plenty of people but they all seem to be having casual conversations, no dancing, or partying. Of course it could just be because the night is still young.

A man stands behind a large check in desk at the front. He doesn't seem to pay you too much attention as you enter, he simply picks up his pen.

"How many?" He asks, still not looking up.

"Two." Olivia says. "A table in the back please."

The man suddenly looks up, seemingly eyeing the two of you before giving a smile.

"Of course!" He says. His change of attitude almost as strange as Olivia requesting to sit in the back.

He picks up two menus and signals you to follow him. The three of you walk quickly towards your table, it seems almost as if it's getting darker that further you go. You pass open table after table until you reach a small booth placed against the back wall. You look at Olivia a bit confused as she doesn't seem to be at all fazed by the fact that it sits directly in-between a door you assume leads to the kitchen, and the bathrooms.

"Here you are." The man says.

Olivia takes a seat with out so much as a strange glance. You watch her for a moment, partly expecting her to ask for another table, but as she gets fully seated, you follow her lead and get in the booth with her. The man places the menus in front of you.

"Someone will be with you shortly." He says. "But if you need anything, I'm right up front." You couldn't really tell in the dark light, but it felt as if he was giving you an intense look as he said that.

He walks away, leaving you and Olivia alone.

"Why did you want to be back here?" You ask. Still confused by here choice.

"I heard it's one of the best seats in the house." She says.

You're about to ask where she's been hearing all these things about this place, when she suddenly gets back up.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom." She says as she steps over to the door directly next to your table. She pauses and looks at you. "Wanna come?"

Her question stumps you. Is she asking if you have to go? Her demeaner continues to seem out of the ordinary as she stares at you.