THURSDAY EVENING
Normally, John liked to stay in with Cori. She would cook for him and they would have sex once or twice before bed, then once more in the morning before work. John tended to be fairly routine in terms of his sexual activities, but Cori was slowly bringing him out of it. She had only recently persuaded him to fuck her ass, which he loved, of course. Perhaps it was a bit of that newfound wild-side combined with the sheer excitement created by Cori's outfit that led John to want to take her out and show her off. He wanted to make sure everyone saw her with him and knew that he was going to fuck her.
He suggested they go to Marlins', which was one of only two "up-scale" restaurants in Darien. Marlins' was best known for its seafood, but also had fine steak, salad and pasta dishes. It was also a favorite of the guys at the shop because the Marlins' staff was very accommodating when it came to Cori. They never questioned her attire and accommodated almost any special requests, including dark, outñof-the way tables. This time, however, John decided he wante d to be out in the open, where everyone could see Cori.
"Sounds great to me," Cori said. "Do you want me to go home and shower and change, or go like this?"
"I want you to stay just the way you are," John said. "You always look great, Cori, but I've got to tell you, you've never looked better than you do right now."
"Thank you!" Cori was genuinely touched and leaned in to kiss John on the cheek. "You're so sweet. We're going to have so much fun tonight. I'm completely yours. We can do any thing and every thing you want."
"I'm not sure I'm young enough or have enough energy to do every thing I want," John said, "but we're going to have fun trying! Now, I don't know about you, but I'm hungry."
John opened his car door for Cori and put a large beach towel over the seat to keep the oil off it. The drive to the restaurant, which sat out of town about 3 miles, right off the interstate, took only about 10 minutes.
Even though it was still early in the evening, John was glad to see the parking lot was full and a large crowd of people was standing just inside the door, waiting for a table. John let Cori off at the door, then went to park the car. Normally, Cori was not at all shy about her wearing her skimpy attire in public, particularly at this restaurant, which she had been to many times. But the oil, the slipping of her bathing suit and its truly miniscule size made her only slightly apprehensive about the spectacle she knew she was. Overall, though, she was completely calm, poised and gorgeous as she walked toward the door.
Naturally, her arrival had already prompted a stir inside the restaurant and a couple of men waiting for tables rushed to open the door for her. She smiled, thanked them and walked in, acting is if she didn't notice the ogling eyes and the murmurs from the crowd. This wasn't the shop, and not everyone here had seen her before. Some came from out of town or off the interstate. And not everyone approved of her attire. Still, most of the people were local, had seen her before and were not surprised.
There was very little open area to stand, and Cori found herself in the middle of the crowd, barely able to move without bumping into someone. Naturally, several of the men seemed to be bumping into her on purpose, and she felt a few small gropes and touches on her ass.
A few moments later, John came in and was given a warm greeting of approval from many of the men standing near the front. He nodded a greeting, then took Cori by the arm and made his way to the front desk. There, he found Drake, one of the head waiters. Drake had taken care of Cori and her dates many times and was pleased to see them approach.
"John, good to see you," he said, extending his hand. John quickly slipped a $20 bill into the hand shake. "And Ms. Cori, may I say you look even more sensational than usual. Can I get you your usual table in the back, John?"
"No thanks, Drake," John said. "I agree that Cori looks especially nice this evening and I think the rest of the restaurant might enjoy the opportunity to see her while they dine. Is there a more visible table that might be free?"
"I think we can accommodate you, sir. Give me just a moment, please, and I'll arrange it," Drake walked away, tucking the bill into his pocket. In addition to the nice tips, the Hard Body Shop helped the restaurant by allowing Cori to appear in their advertising from time to time. In return, the restaurant always accommodated Cori and the guys and handled any complaints about Cori's attire quickly and discreetly. So, if John and Cori wanted a front and center table, Drake was going to provide it. And he was also going to provide the service himself. He wanted to make sure they were taken care of, not disturbed and he hoped to get an eyeful of Cori and another fat tip while he was at it.
Drake was in his late 30s, very tall and lean with dark hair and handsome face. He wore a dark suit and light blue tie. He took his job seriously and was very professional. He knew he could probably make more money in a large city like Atlanta, but he liked this small town and had lived her for almost five years now. He liked his little house and the small community. And, of course, he liked Cori and her friends from the garage.
He noticed a couple leaving from one of the tables in the center of the main dining room and immediately swooped in. He motioned for a one of the busboys to clean it, then went back to show Cori and John to their table. They would be right in the middle of the main dining room, visible to almost everyone in the room. People on the second floor would be able to see through the clear railing and look right down on Cori while they ate.
"Come right this way," Drake said, extending his arm to Cori, who looped her elbow around his. Guests like Cori and John did not have to worry about waiting lists like the rest of the crowd.
After seating Cori, much to the delight of all of the men in the restaurant, Drake pulled John aside and mentioned that he could provide a bit of spot lighting on the table, if John so desired. John agreed that might be nice and joined Cori at the table.
In the dim dining room, Cori was still the center of attention, but her skin didn't glisten in the lack of light and it was hard for most people to get a really good look. That changed when Drake flipped a couple of switches and bathed Cori in soft, direct light. It wasn't exactly a spotlight — the whole table and even John were caught in the glare — but it was a nice, attractive light, not too harsh for Cori's eyes. She was now clearly illuminated in the otherwise dark dining area, her skin glistening in the light, her nearly nude body on display for all to see an enjoy while they dined.
Cori was surprised that John had asked for all of this, but certainly did not mind it. On the contrary, she was glad to see John taking charge and doing with her what he wanted. If that meant putting her on display for all to see, that was fine with her. Whatever made him happy. She decided to play along with it even more than usual, and to really put on a show, letting John know she was completely comfortable with this whole thing. She also understood that part of this fantasy for him was the need to make it clear to everyone that he was fucking this hot piece of ass and that after dinner he intended to use her body to pleasure himself any way he pleased. John was a on a rare power trip, and Cori was ready to help him live out his fantasy completely.
She began by arching her back and squirming in her towel-covered seat, contorting her body and giving the paying customers as well as John a nice little show.
John gave Drake the thumbs up as the tall waiter returned with water and a bottle of wine. He also brought them a complementary appetizer of shrimp cocktail.
