lunch

Greg drove to the ritzy shopping district and pulled into a swank bistro. A valet parked the car. As Greg was going in, a middle aged man in an expensive suit and his trophy wife came out. A few moments later the confused man has handed Greg two-hundred dollars cash, and his wife flashed her boobs at the valet.

Greg went in. The maitre'd looked at him with a thinly veiled sneer. Greg soon had the best table in the house while the maitre'd had a strange urge to go after work and fuck the fattest, ugliest hooker he could find and pay her to treat him like a little boy.

At the table next to him sat two women who appeared to be in their mid-thirties. They were nicely dressed with perfectly coiffed hair and perfectly done nails and make up. Greg overheard them chat about buying new clothes and then make snide remarks about acquaintances of theirs who had gained weight or whose daughters weren't up to debutante snuff. Millicent was the more cattier one.

Greg had the women ingore him as he carefully examined them. One had red hair pinned up and held meticulously in place. She had a long, thin nose, green eyes, high cheek bones, and her fake boobs nearly popped out of her silk blouse. Her friend had short fake blonde hair, blue eyes, collagen enhanced pouty lips and a slightly upturned nose. She wore a black mini-skirt and tight white sleevless sweater. Greg had them say each other's names out loud. The redhead was Rhonda and the blonde was Millicent.

Greg ordered his lunch: lobster salad sandwich and a glass of wine. He used his ring to get past the ID check. Greg then went to work on Millicent.

"Rhonda is so, SO SEXY. I can't believe I didn't notice this before. I'd love to lick every inch of her: her face, her legs, her boobs, her ass, her pussy, her asshole. I'd love to tongue out that pussy and asshole. I've got to have her. I'd do anything if she'd let me make love to her. I need my tongue on her!"

Greg watched Millicent blush and her chest heave. He smiled and turned his attention to Rhonda: "Millicent is really attracted to me. I've never noticed, but she has a huge crush on me. I WOULD love to have her service me, but I bet I could have some fun with her. I'd love to dominate her and make her grovel. I'm so much better than she is. She should beg me just to stay friends with her. I think I'll try something."

Greg focused. Rhonda took the fork from her salad and splatted some caesar dressing on her shoe. "Oh, dear, look at that. Millicent, if you lick that up, I'll let you lick something else!"