I was sitting in the dimly lit corner of the fancy, Hollywood restaurant, drinking expensive wine because I make so much with my side hustle writing for Literotica. The tall waitress with the DD breasts in a black shirt and tight black slacks that hug her perfect ass, sees me typing on my phone. I try to be discreet, hiding the screen if I see her walking my way.
When she stops to refill my wine glass, she asks "Girlfriend?"
I'm a bit surprised and distracted by the question. "Hm, what?"
"Most people who hide their phones when I come by are writing love letters. Sexy messages to a lady or a guy. Judging by the giant bulge in your pants that has every woman in the room staring and drooling, it must be a steamy one. I was just wondering who it's for, in your case."
I smiled at her assumption. "Which would you prefer it be?"
With a quick glance toward the host stand, she helped herself to a sip of my wine. "Personally? I hope it's a girlfriend. That would mean you're straight and I would have a chance with you. And your bulge. Because I have no respect for other women if they can't hand in to their guy.
"What if I told you the people I'm writing to are both?"
Her eyes got wide and her fingers drifted between the buttons of her blouse. "You're bi? That is so hot. You're writing to your boyfriend and girlfriend in the same letter? So they know about each other. Is he bi, too?"She had opened her shirt and was pinching her nipples through the bra. "Does he fuck her as well, or do you suck each other and do ass stuff while she watches?"
I reached across the table to pull her shirt closed. "I guess I better explain before you get fired. I write erotica."
"Porn?" She said a little too loudly.
I shrugged. "Porn usually refers to movies. What I write is meant to be read."
