It had been maybe four or five days since he had made it with a woman. He had been buried, figuratively in paperwork and general pencil pushery. Slade, his gray-haired, wide-bellied boss counted on him to make him look good, and he had clutched it out over a grueling two-day period. He was very professional, but now that business was taken care of, it was time to take care of business. He rubbed his eyes as he walked around his huge desk, and made a beeline from his study to his room, where he stripped from his gray pinstriped suit, leaving it lazily on the floor, which he knew would make his mistress unhappy, but she wasn't around.
His naked form appeared underneath the shower as if made of wax or marble. He had a bit of a belly, which no one who didn't see him naked would believe, and he had huge protruding pecs, and large, sinewy arms and legs. He soaped up his entire body as he had now showered for the first time since the previous morning. He thought of succumbing to his instinct and rubbing a load out of his huge, nine inch member, but he knew he'd be less likely to go out and find tail if he did. Plus, on the off chance his mistress summoned him, he wanted as large as a load for her as possible.
After drying himself, shaving and slipping into jeans and a fitted shirt and stylish 80's era gym shoes, hopped into his old Chevy and made a beeline for the local "family" restaurant where 18-29 year olds served fries and beers with their tits out. He was hungry, having not eaten since before going to the office earlier that morning, and though he was fairly confident (100% sure) he could get some from one of these ladies, he did need to eat if he was going to hunt, so to speak.
He nervously fondled his recently smoothed chin as he entered the establishment. He wasn't disappointed as he was greeted by two blonds who might have been nineteen or in their early twenties. They brightened when they saw him and their breasts almost seemed to perk up, and the one on the left said, "You look like shit," and the other one giggled behind her hand.
He smiled, "Been working hard."
The other blond piped up, "You were hardly working."
The genuine smile this statement gave him, brightened the two of their's. "You caught me," he almost growled. "Can I just sit anywhere? You guys don't seem busy."
"Only if I can," the first blond said, and he raised his eyebrows. He kept eye contact with the two of them as he retreated to a table, and the staredown didn't break until the next customers, two white guys, probably truckers or farmers, came in and the two blonds had to seat them.
He didn't need to see the menu, he instead spent his alone time perusing the different girls. For the most part, all of the waitresses were beautiful, sort of a prerequisite for the job. But he was looking for the most beautiful. He was looking for the gem, the cream of the crop. And he think he spotted her when his own waitress, a stacked red-haired girl with obviously pierced nipples, approached and he saw her right beyond her chest flesh. She was a light-skin Mexican girl, probably, and her ass was huge in her skimpy skirt, and she was busting a table, sweat dripping down her face. Her facial features may have been a little plain, but the way they came together made for a beautiful woman.
"Would you like a menu, babe?" his waitress said knocking him out of his trance. The gem had finally finished busting that table, and turned and made eye contact with him from afar, momentarily before quickly breaking it and rushing behind the bar. The look that she gave confirmed to him that she would soon be another conquest. He genuinely wondered if she knew at that moment.
He then looked at the red-haired girl, eyes first, then breast then eyes. He slyly made it seem like he was gathering her name, and said, "No thanks, Jasmine, I know what i want," finishing with a smile.
She rolled her eyes, "I'm sure you do. Good save."
He laughed. She continued, "Almost believed you too. What will it be?"
He laughed again. "I'll have thirty wings, hot hot, hot. A bunch of fries on a plate, and a pitcher of shandy."
"Damn, daddy. You got people coming?"
He merely grinned.
"I seriously ask because we're only supposed to give pitchers to parties of at least two."
The gem had appeared behind the bar behind Jasmine's shoulder and stared at him, he stared back as he said maybe a little loudly, "Next you'll tell me you need to see my ID?"
Jasmine said, "Yes, would be nice."
He then looked her in the eye. She said, "Way to make a scene tough guy. You know I don't care, just don't forget to tip your waitress, ya know?"
He had looked back at the gem, who was now busting a table two tables away, he said, "Thank you miss," and took his hand in hers, and kissed it. When she opened it, it had two twenty dollar bills folded neatly. She grinned, "No, thank you. Is there anything else you need?"
He looked at her again, and could clearly see her shiver as he asked, "Do you think I need anything else?"
She smiled and walked through the swinging door mumbling something about putting his order in immediately. The gem meanwhile, must have had some special bond with the table with the amount of attention she paid it. He smiled and said lowly, "Miss?"
She turned around immediately. "Oh," she said, "Did you need something."
He summoned her with a finger. "I'm waiting on beer, but could I have a soda? I'm so thirsty."
"Sure," she said nonchalantly as she walked by him with no eye contact, returning with a Sprite.
