To Kathy it was immediately apparent that Dalton was well known to the staff of 'Bouquet La Femme'. He was greeted familiarly by the hostess a strikingly attractive woman who could have been a high fashion model. As she led them to their table she didn't hesitate to study Jenny and Kathy with an appreciative smile on her lovely face. Anyone not knowing Dalton might have thought the trio a late middle aged man with his young trophy wife and delightful daughter. But the hostess knowingly saw them for the unique mΓ©nage they were and seated them accordingly. Kathy took in their surroundings noting the abundance of nude female statuary, some of it in classic poses, much of it in the erotic embraces of lesbian love. Everywhere there were fresh flowers and fountains of sparkling water mingling with the soft refrains of classical music. Their table, small and cozy was secluded by greenery, and instead of chairs was surrounded by a circular leather bench so that they could sit close to one another.
Studying what she could see of the patrons Kathy observed that most were women, some quite beautiful, others more plain, and she read everything from femme to butch in their demeanor and behavior with each other. The wait staff was male however and the young man who attended them was polite, competent, and very helpful to Jenny with the menu when they ordered.
Dalton had seated himself across from the mother and daughter so he could study their beauty while they waited to be served, and he began plying Jenny with questions: what was she studying in school, did she want to go to college, did she want a professional career of some sort? Did she have hobbies, and what did she enjoy for entertainment?
Kathy was suddenly aware that this was more than just polite conversation, and she was struck by the sincerity of Dalton's apparent interest in her daughter's future. Was there a contrast between that wildly sensual exploration of Jenny's most private charms in the car and this interest in her well-being or was there a consistency of purpose in it all?
Clearly he was favorably impressed when Jenny told him she was on the list for academic honors and that she loved the classics in literature and music. As for a career she did want to go college but she would need scholarships and she hadn't made up her mind yet as to a profession but she thought it should be in the arts.
"How long before you graduate from the Academy?" he probed.
"Just how old do you think I am Mr. Dalton," she glanced up at him.
"You look fifteen Jenny."
"I know I do, sir," she laughed "but I'm nineteen, I graduate in a few weeks, and maybe someday I will have tits like my moms."
"Your breasts are delightful just as they are my dear."
"Well you should know you sure got the chance to feel them up just now," she giggled with a knowing glance at her mother.
"And you enjoyed every minute of it didn't you sweetie?" he said as he studied the girl before him. Her responses had not only been freely given, they telegraphed that her sexual history was far more sophisticated than her innocent appearance suggested.
The readiness of the girl's arousal with the mere stimulation of her young breasts, the receptivity of her legs and loins to his explorations, the quick surrender of her sex to his touch rousing her to such knowing responses were clues that this youngster not only had an intense sexual nature but had already learned how to give it full expression. The final confirmation of her erogenous sophistication residing in what had been nothing less than an anal orgasm just before the impending crash, the passionate pulses of her anal pucker lingering with resonance in Dalton's consciousness. He turned to Kathy catching the amused knowing expression in her eyes and decided to question her about her position at the film studio and her modeling. She recounted her rise from a stenographer to an executive secretary, and as for the modeling, she had been spotted by one of the photographers who had coaxed her into glamour shots for some fashion magazines, and it had just gone on from there.
"Gone where?" Dalton quizzed.
"Well, I did some work in one of the films they were shooting."
"Really?" Dalton enthused, "What film?"
"Oh it was nothing."
"Yes it was mom," Jenny intruded with a giggle, "it was a porno film."
"Ah!" Dalton exclaimed, "With you in it Kathy, it couldn't have been 'nothing', it had to have been stupendous."
"It was just a soft-core flick."
"She was gorgeous in it Mister Dalton. You should have seen it, and she can really act too," the girl enthused. "Tell him how many films you've been in mom."
"Just four," Kathy admitted.
"Yeah but all four in a year and you're just getting started," the girl insisted.
"And where can I get copies of these films?" Dalton asked seriously.
"Three are still in production and the first one is on the market. I can get you a copy if you want it."
"You better believe I want it," Dalton exclaimed. "Do you have a stage name?"
"Yes. It's 'Desire Delight'. Isn't that awful?" Kathy giggled.
"She is a delight, Mister Dalton, wait till you see her in action," Jenny announced enthusiastically.
"I sincerely hope I won't have to wait too long," Dalton smiled down at the girl and they all collapsed in knowing giggles just as the waiter brought their dinners. For the moment silence overtook them in their absorption with the meal during which Dalton reflected upon his unbelievably good fortune. The episode in the car with Jenny, aided and abetted by her mother's support, had progressed rather further than he had intended on this first outing together.