CHAPTER FIVE: BREAKFAST TACO
Norm slept well himself and woke up the next morning the way every man should be allowed to start his day -- with a naked, hard-bodied babe curled up next to him. Norm studied her perfect body in the pale morning light, reminding himself that all that good stuff -- those tits, that pussy, that ass, those legs -- was his for the taking now. It was hard to believe. He imagined he understood how lottery winners felt now. One day, you're struggling to make ends meet, working two jobs and the next you don't have a financial worry. It had to be hard to remember that money was no longer an object.
Likewise, Norm had to remind himself that he had hit the babe lottery. Not only was she gorgeous, but so far she was willing to do anything and everything and, even if she wasn't, he had some blackmail and guilt options he could resort to. He had to remind himself that he didn't have to be a "good guy" any more. He didn't have to be normal and plain. Discretion and taboo were no longer objects. If he had a thought or an urge, there was really nothing -- unless it was illegal -- to keep him from doing it. What freedom!
He smiled as he thought about all this and knew what he wanted for breakfast. He used his good left hand and started tugging on her nipples, gently at first, then harder until she woke up. "Hey, Kitten," he said softly. "Time to get up. Pap's hungry. I worked up an appetite last night."
"I'll say," Cori said, groggily. She made no effort to pull away from his hand, which continued to torment her nipples. For Cori, this was nothing new -- ever since she started working at the Hard Body Shop, her body was a sex object from the moment she woke up until the moment she closed her eyes. She hadn't expected that lifestyle to follow her to San Diego, but it had. That, she decided, wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
"Did you decide what you want?" Cori asked.
"Oh, I know what I want," Norm chuckled as he squeezed her breast. "But first I want to eat breakfast. A taco."
"What?" Cori asked. "Tacos for breakfast?
"Not like you're thinking," Norm said. "No, you've heard of breakfast burritos, right? Well, this is sort of like that. Look, just get whatever fruit we have -- bananas, strawberries, grapes, oranges ... and don't slice any of them up. Bring a gallon of milk and a bowl, too. If we have any fruit dip, bring that. Oh, and if we have any Fruit Loops or Cheerios, that would be good too."
"OK," Cori said. "What do you want me to wear?"
"Do you have any tank tops?"
"Sure."
"Good. Just a tank top and some heels. Nothing else."
"OK," Cori picked up her heels beside the bed and scooted off to her bedroom. She came back a moment later wearing a thin, cream-colored tank top that must have come out of the girls clothes department. It was ridiculously small on her, stopping three inches shy of her belly button while the scoop neckline dipped to mid-breast. It was skin tight. She wore a set of bright red pumps with them. "How's this?" she asked, turning around in the doorway to give him the full picture.
"Perfect," Norm said, eyeing his prize.
"Thanks," Cori said. She hurried off to prepare the breakfast Norm had requested, returning about 10 minutes later with a tray filled with fresh fruits they had purchased yesterday, a gallon of milk and a box of Cheerios.
"Sorry," Cori said, setting the tray across Norm's lap, "no fruit dip. And don't we need tortillas or taco shells or something if we're going to make tacos? I don't think we have any."
"Oh yes we do," Norm grinned.