Take a Breakfast Meeting

You'd given them the go-ahead to make the call, and they told you her name. Sarah Cummings, apparently her practice specialized in "Male Law". Was that a thing back in your original world? There were lawyers that took up feminist causes sure, but in here did the laws treat the sexes that differently? It's worth thinking over, it's not like you don't have time. Cummings said she'd be glad to meet to discuss your case over breakfast in the morning, in a little diner across the street from the hospital at 7 AM.

Normally you have a real problem getting up that early, but not today. You only managed to get about half of a night's sleep anyway. You had walked over to the All-Nite Diner at 6 AM with the permission of a doctor and it had taken less time then you thought it would to walk there. This diner is a greasy pseudo-50's place but it's open 24 hours for the hospital staff. Apparently in the middle of shifts, not many people come here at 6 AM. Right now there's just one overweight male cook behind the dividing wall and two waitresses in orange uniforms with short skirts and some cleavage. They do seem almost dressed sensibly, but this is a place where Flying Bacon Grease was a thing. Though not to much, the orange uniforms show so much leg you can frequently see underwear.

You get the prettier of the two waitresses, a woman in her late 20's to early 30's with short black hair and very generous breasts. Her ass is fantastic too, what was she even doing here? She smiles, and brings out her little notebook. Her nametag, not that you can fail to notice it, reads 'Elise'.

"What can I get ya, sugar?" she speaks in a faint southern accent. It's a good question, and you decide to be honest this time.

"Nothing, I - uh - don't have any money. I'm supposed to meet someone here at 7."

"That bad, huh? You come from the Hospital?"

"Yeah. Massive memory loss. Apparently I don't have any paperwork either."

"Wait, you're Joe Doe?"

"You've heard of me?"

"Honey, there's a reward for any information that leads to finding out who you are. Just be glad they aren't allowed to show your face."

Holy shit! You start to wonder if this is getting out of hand. The waitress looks back at the greasy cook, then takes a look around the resturant, before looking back at you.

"Tell you what. Let's head back toward the bathrooms and you can fuck me from behind. I'll make you some pancakes after. Make me cum and I'll throw in some Bacon." Elise says with a smile and a giggle. You're a bit surprised by that offer, mostly out of the blatant deal making then anything. She must of interpretted it differently because she adds a little bit more.

"I'm supposed to Ovulate day after tomorrow..."

Well, fuck it. Sounds like a fun way to kill time. According to the clock there's plenty of time too. She pulls up the Orange edge of the uniform and looks over her right shoulder with a smile. You get up to follow, unzipping your cock. It makes sense why she didn't want to do this in the dinning room or kitchen, it's totally unsanitary. Freeing your dick, Elisa puts her hands on a counter bar inside the doorway of the kitchen, pushes her panties down, and then looks forward to brace herself.

"Here, seriously?" the fat cook grunts, but keeps working. This seems to be just an annoyance for him while Elise gives you her best bedroom eyes.

Which isn't good enough for you. You reach below her and start rubbing her pussy. She's actually a bit surprised that you're doing that, she is already kind of wet. You don't really know why, you don't really care - but you push in with a finger to get her even wetter. You even position your fingers to look for a certain cluster of nerves on her inside, the g-spot should be yours for the conquering if you can just find it...

"You really want that bacon," she manages to quip as you find the spot and her breathing changes to shallow, heated breaths. Seems like you found the g-spot, and you keep hitting it until she seems to be right up against that edge, then you pull your finger out for the main event as she's now so wet she's literially dripping down her thighs onto the floor.

"You're cleaning that up, Elise." the Cook grumbles over his shoulder as you reach down to your dick and line yourself up. She's so wet and hungry for dick that you can plunge almost entirely inside Elise on the first try, to which she looks at you again over her right shoulder and smiles. Your plan was to reach down and work her clit to make sure she cums but the way she moans tells you she doesn't need it so instead you bring your hands up and fondle her big tits through her orange uniform.

You could finish this quickly with a power-stroke rut to completion, but something in Elise's eyes tells you that she hasn't had a good cum in a while. Maybe you're imagining it, maybe that's just your ego talking, but instead of plowing and blowing quickly you breathe and give slow, long strokes angled to try to hit her g-spot again. It doesn't take long after that, and Elise squeals in pleasure as her pussy tries to milk your cock and a new wave of pussy juice floods your lap.

"Ah, fuck - come for me, sugah."

The cook says something too but you don't really care about what he says, there's a feminine voice too but that doesn't really matter either. You pick you your pace and now you just just rut into Elise and you grunt loudly as you get closer and closer...

You didn't realize she was having another orgasm until after the fact, you just knew that you were cumming and cumming hard into her pussy with your hips locked forward to not waste a single drop. It's marvalous, it's heavenly, and Elise loses her balance at some point and only your groping of her tits is holding her up.

"Damn. Haven't had dick that good in a while."

"Glad you liked."

"I'm going to make you so much bacon." she giggles, and he try to pull out slow to prevent most of the mess. It doesn't work, the moment your cock is free a splatter of cum spills from her body onto the floor. You step back, and smile - then waddle toward the bathroom to try to clean up.

By the time you head back to your seat, there's someone else sitting in the opposite side of the booth as you were with an open briefcase and papers already being sorted around. She's more mature, in her late 30's to early 40's if you had to guess, with a smile on her face and a glass of orange juice she's nursing like it's wine. She's wearing a power suit, but her shirt is unbottoned so low that you can tell she's not wearing a bra. Believe it or not that's one of the most conservative outfits you've seen on a woman sense you got here.

"Mr. Doe, glad to watch you enjoying yourself. My name is Sarah Cummings, and I want to talk to you about your case." she starts. She shuffles papers while Elise brings out some bacon and eggs with a wink. Elise must of really liked and you can't help but smile.

"You're the lawyer?"

"Nope, I just like throwing legal papers around at strangers." she quips with a hint of sarcasm with a gentle chuckle. Alright, this later was interesting. You smile, and lean back a bit.

"Fair enough. So what can you do for me? You find out who I really am?" you lie, but it's good to keep up appearences.

"Well, believe it or not I've had a client or two like you in the past. The no-records part at least." she chuckles, sliding over what looks like a Social Security card.

"Has anyone explained to you what a Revivalist is?"

"Yeah, those police detectives did. They want to bring back Marriage, basically."

"That is the short version, yes. Well, some of the more intense Revivalist Cults view society as so sexually corrupt that they don't register any children that they consider to have been born in wedlock. They just call the local midwife and hope for the best. On paper those kids just don't exist. If they're careful, they never officially exist."

"Damn. And you think that's why I have no paperwork?"

"My theory, and the theory I'm going to try to sell at your hearing, is that you were born into a Revivalist Cult off-the-grid, you decided to quit the cult and rejoin society, and in response someone in your immediate family tried to kill you by bashing your head in with a rock. Obviously, they didn't do a very good job but the shock of the betrayal was too much and your mind dealt with it by suppressing all of your memories with the Cult."

"...Damn. That's messed up."

"And it might of actually happened. Obviously I can't prove it, nobody can, but this is a legal hearing about your paperwork. I just have to show that it's plausible. Are you alright with that?"

"Yeah, I think I'm okay with that."

"Good. I think I can have the hearing ready by tomorrow. There's a fertility clinic on 7th street and Sanger Drive. They accept overnight stays for sperm donors. If you have sex with any women while you're there, pleasure them too. It'll only help our case. If you want to of course."

"Thank you."

"If you want I'll give you a lift anywhere you like as soon as you finish breakfast, and I'll pay for this. I know you don't have any money."

"I, uh - kind of already paid."

"Ah, fair enough."