They sit through dinner.

Tyler made his way back to their table after a few minutes. Kaitlyn and Tyler sat together on one side while Zoey and Tom sat on the other. Zoey faced Tyler and Tom faced Kaitlyn.

"Didn't fall in, did you?" Kaitlyn teased.

"You aren't that lucky." He said with a grin. They both shared a laugh. As Tom began to ask Kaitlyn some general question about where she worked, he zoned out as he took in the ambiance.

M'aison De L'amour was a very, very fancy restaurant. The fanciest in their vicinity, actually. Everyone around them was either old or looked to be made of money, and service was quick. Dress code was formal, and the wait staff catered to their every need. If Tyler so much as looked at his strawberry tea, they topped it off. Everyone used, 'sir' or 'madame', and the place was spacious, yet eloquently decorated with what looked like a classical, yet modern take on France. This would definitely be a place that Zoey would offer to take them to.

Zoey.

He looked up and as if he knew, she was staring right at him, her hand on her face as she looked bored. Or so she seemed. Her eyes flashed interest. He no longer heard conversation.

But he felt her. A foot, tender, slim, and very much Zoey rubbed a toe through stockings against his leg. He tensed up as he scooted farther into his seat and the table, practically right up against it. He slid his foot out from his dress shoe and returned the favor.

A hint of a smile flashed on her face. Tom and Kaitlyn were still talking. Slowly, he played footsie with her. A foot here, a foot there, a foot pressed onto his. She raised her eyebrow gently as she felt him rest his foot on her kneecap and then motioned down with her eyes. She shifted in her seat, her legs opening slightly. He gripped the table, making his knuckles white. He had to play it cool.

He felt bare skin as he slid from up her stocking, past her dress...and right onto her crotch. He felt her little tuft of hair and he felt his chest jump in shock.

"Tyler?" He heard, snapping out of his zone. He immediately snapped his foot back.

"Yes, Kaitlyn?"

"Tom asked if you enjoyed working with Zoey. Wanted to know if she caused you any trouble?" She raised an eyebrow. "Are you okay? You seem...flustered."

"Yeah, sorry." He apologized. "I'm just kinda hungry." He laughed a little. His eyes darted to Zoey for a split second. "But, uh, nah. Zoey is fine. Kinda lame, but fine. A lot better than Danny."

"Who's Danny?" Tom asked.

And so, Tyler told them a funny anecdote in which Zoey butted in as well and they jointly told a story, the entire table laughing along the way.

"And that's how Danny ended up with his foot in the toilet, two paperback copies of Moby Dick--"

"And his keys locked into his car." Zoey finished. Tyler laughed and pointed at her.

"I totally forgot about that!"

They all shared a laugh. "I'm glad to know you two get along." Tom said. "She doesn't talk about you too much." He noted. "I was surprised when she invited you guys to dinner."

"I'd hope she wouldn't talk about me too much," Tyler said with a laugh. "I mean, with a guy like you around, I'd be afraid for my safety if she talked too much about me."

Tom laughed as he flexed his guns. "Yeah, I'm a bit of a professional weightlifter."

Tyler laughed internally. 'No, I'd be afraid I'd end up in jail for fucking your girlfriend so much better than you that you decided to end it all.'

"Yeah." Zoey said snidely, "you break a sweat getting up off of the couch."

They shared another laugh.

"So, Kaitlyn, where do you work again?" Zoey asked, seemingly getting into the conversation. She pressed her foot up against Tyler's cock.

Wait.

Wait...

Tyler felt his dick surge, being held down by only the elastic of his underwear and the button on his pants.

Zoey leaned back nonchalantly, almost unnoticeable. If anyone looked down underneath the tablecloth touching the floor, they would be caught and alienated faster than Zoey could say --

"Wow. That's really interesting," Zoey said, pressing her big toe up against his head. He looked down at his empty plate and grabbed some sliverware so he could grip onto them tightly. "So you're just interning for them right now?"

He couldn't even focus on what Kaitlyn was saying. He felt her touch his shoulder as she laughed and he laughed too to keep the act up. She leaned a little more and he felt her other foot join in on the action. He felt his precum drip out of him and stain him. He was lucky he wore black.

"Oh, Tyler? No, he's a good boss. Very hands on, not willing to try the things that I say, and extremely domineering in his work."

He felt her push down hard. "Geez, the last project we had to do, he had me wrapped up for so long that we both didn't wanna finish until we were both satisfied with the outcome. Of course we weren't, but that didn't mean we didn't go right back when we had time to. He took the lead and really showed me how we could do it."

"Yeah, he is a great leader. Do you think Ethan will give you more boring things like re-codifying all of the books? I feel like Tyler and you can do a lot more than that," Kaitlyn said.

"Oh yeah. That last book project was a doozy, though. I'm anxious to see what we're going to be doing tomorrow and for the foreseeable future. We might even get to do it in the back and not bother any of our important clients that we care a lot about, especially since that really weighed on our minds as we worked relentlessly last week."

"So if you do your project in the back you think that won't bother anyone?"

"Well," She fondled his shaft with her feet before using the other to play with his balls, "If we decide to do it in the back, I'm sure it'll be Tyler's call. I'm all for it, but I've never done anything back there so it's a little scary. I don't want to mess up and ruin something so good, you know?"

"Oh, totally." Tom agreed. Tyler couldn't muster out a single word.

"What about the clients? I feel as if you just tell them what you're doing they probably won't mind. I mean, what's happening is what's happening. You can't help it. It's literally right there and so convenient to just hammer it all out, right there on the floor. Right? There's nothing wrong with that." Kaitlyn said.

"Precisely. But, Tyler had a lot of rules the first time around. I think this time though, now that he knows the layout and plans, we should be good to do it. I think the back would be the best, however. It's better that we keep these clients happy since they do so much for the store and we don't wanna, you know, be in their way and stuff."

"Oh, totally. Say, why don't you do it in the back, Tyler?" Kaitlyn asked. He felt both of her big toes grinding up and down his shaft.

"This project will definitely need to be greenlit by Ethan, but I'm all for just getting all of it done. Sometimes you just don't need permission and hope you find forgiveness on the way, you feel?" He managed with a straight face. He was sweating bullets -- and dripping.

"It's a great project anyways. Lots of things need to be taken advantage of while the iron is still hot. I don't know why it's taken so long to do." Zoey added.

"Honestly, we could easily finish it all in one night if we just didn't stop at all and kept going at it. Unfortunately -- wheres the fun in that?" He asked the table. Tom nodded.

"Yeah I feel you bro. Taking your time is just as nice as going right through it. You get to stop and smell the flowers."

"As long as we have fun while doing it, I don't care how long it takes. The end result is always the same." Zoey said. She pulled her feet off. "A huge wave of relief as we realize we've hit the peak. Ah, nothing better."

"Quite an impressive...feat." Tyler said. "Very good."

"Sir, madams -- your food has arrived. Please enjoy the meal we've set out before you." Their waiter said as they approached with their respective plates.

"I love eating." Tyler said, keeping his eyes on Zoey as their plates began to pass from one another. "I absolutely love doing it."