"...So we did very well in Q3, and we're looking strong for Q4 as well. If revenues bear out as forecasts indicate, I'm very excited for our growth in the new year."
Abby took a sip of her wine and smiled, trying her best to seem interested while David, her date, droned on about his work. He was trying to seem important and impressive. He was succeeding in nothing other than boring her to tears.
Abby was a twenty-three year old beauty, dressed to kill. She wore bright red stiletto heels on her dainty feet, and her long, sculpted legs were bare. A tight red cocktail dress rose up high on her thighs, leaving them enticingly exposed. The fabric clung to every curve of her hourglass figure. The dress was low-cut, and left her deep cleavage spilling over the top. Her long, wavy blonde hair hung down over her back and shoulders, which were likewise exposed. She had sparkling blue eyes and plump, thick lips, on which she wore matching bright red lipstick. A small diamond bunny pendant hung invitingly between Abby's high, round breasts. She had recently been named Playboy's Miss September, and she would be on the cover and centerfold of the upcoming issue.
Her date, David, was a man in his fifties. He was balding, gray-haired and portly, and his asymmetrical face was marred by a large and bulbous nose which betrayed his fondness for drink. Frankly, he disgusted Abby. But David was a powerful Hollywood producer. Her agent had advised her he had a lot of power over which young actresses got juicy roles. Abby knew she had to capitalize on the brief window of fame that the Playboy cover would offer. So here she was, having dinner with David in an exclusive LA restaurant, L'Atelier.
Abby gasped, her doe eyes briefly widening, when she felt David reach out under the table, his sweaty palm pressing up against her bare thigh and squeezing.
"So, as I was saying, if all goes well, I could definitely see us having something for you next year. Maybe a supporting role? Or maybe a starring one. We'll have to see how well you convince me."
David chuckled lewdly to himself. His eyes were openly roaming over Abby's comely, buxom body.
She quickly regained her composure. Giggling, Abby raised one hand to play with her hair and moved her shoulders together, deepening her cleavage. She leaned forward slightly to give David a better view.
"Oh that's like,
so
exciting! You're like really important and stuff, huh?"
Abby put on her best ditzy bimbo act, watching David watch her. As gross as she found him, it gave her a sense of satisfaction to see how easily she had him wrapped around her finger. His eyes were locked on the deep cleavage of her large breasts, and he licked his lips openly.
"Oh yes, Abby. I'm a
very
important man. So, should we get the check?"
Abby batted her eyes and smiled. She had him right where she wanted him.
"Well like, maybe in a little bit? I'm still finishing my drink. Besides, I wanted to hear more about that like, movie you said I might be in? It's like
so
cool hearing about your job!"
Abby let her gaze linger for a moment on David's lips before raising them up to his eyes, skillfully creating the impression that she wanted to be kissed. Nothing could be further from the truth. But this was Hollywood, and she knew she had to play the game if she wanted to make it far.
David looked momentarily crestfallen, but regained his composure.
"Sure, baby. What do you want to hear about?"
"Pardon, Mademoiselle?"
Abby looked up, and sucked in her breath. The man standing before her was gorgeous. He was tall, dark, and handsome, with thick, tousled black hair and a sexy five o'clock shadow. The double breasted jacket and houndstooth pants he wore marked him as the restaurant's chef. His lean, aquiline face had a wolfish look, and his dark eyes were watching Abby hungrily. He smiled. She felt a moist spot between her legs. Abby giggled in spite of herself, forgetting David in a moment.
"Uhm, hi?"
"Bonjour. I am Jean-Luc, the chef here at L'Atelier. Before the lovely couple receives their bill this evening, I wanted to introduce myself. And to inquire if your meal was perfectly up to expectations?"
Abby giggled again. She felt her cheeks going slightly flush.
"Oh wow, that's like
so
nice of you! Yes, everything was like, totally wonderful!"
Jean-Luc smiled more widely. His hungry look, and the open desire with which he was looking at Abby, was making her wetter by the second. David's hand squeezed more firmly on her thigh. She reached down, batting him away without thinking.
"I am so pleased to hear. I had hoped also that I might tempt the mademoiselle to try one of our signature desserts?"
David's eyes looked down toward his waist. Abby bit her lower lip, grinning. She knew exactly what she'd like to try. Her blue eyes made their way slowly down across Jean-Luc's body, taking their time drinking in every inch of him. In front of him, just before his crotch, he held a silver tray covered in a cloche. Abby had been so preoccupied looking at him that she was noticing it for the first time. She glanced back up at Jean-Luc's face, giggling again. He chuckled back. Their mutual gaze told each the other was fully aware of the double entendre.
"Hmmm. I
guess
I could be tempted. After all, you've tasted
so
good tonight."
Abby's tits jiggled enticingly when she laughed at her mistake before correcting herself.
"I mean, the food you made for us has tasted so good."
Jean-Luc took hold of the cloche, removing it from the tray. Abby's eyes widened when she saw what was on it.
"Oh...it's so...
big
..."
For all the world to see, it looked like an ordinary slice of red velvet cake, if a large one. Yet the moment Abby had laid eyes on it, it was as if a trance had come over her. It looked delicious. No, it looked like the
most
delicious slice of cake she had ever seen. The rich red layers appeared spongy and moist. But it was the frosting that particularly drew her attention. It was so thick, so creamy, so white. Abby could feel saliva pooling in her mouth. She swallowed, licking her luscious lips.
Jean-Luc chuckled.
"Would the Mademoiselle like to taste?"
"Please...I want to taste it..."
Abby's voice was husky and absent. She was breathing heavily, her date entirely forgotten. Her wide eyes were fixed on the cake. Jean-Luc lifted a fork that lay on the side of the plate. Abby moaned softly when he plunged it through the surface of the slice, scooping off a large piece topped in a thick layer of white, creamy frosting.
He turned the fork toward Abby, raising it to her mouth.
"Uhm, excuse me?" David asked. Neither Abby nor the chef responded, or even acknowledged that he'd spoke.
Abby leaned forward, pressing her breasts together and giving Jean-Luc a clear view down the front of her dress. Her eyes looked up at him obediently. He nodded, giving her permission. She parted her red lips, her mouth moving exaggeratedly over the extended fork.
"
Mmmmmmmmm.....
"
Abby moaned, hollowing her cheeks and closing her eyes as she drew her lips back slowly over the metal instrument, slurping up the delectable dessert. It was like nothing she had ever tasted. Her mind was hazy, thoughts fleeing. She was barely aware that she had come here with David, a man who had power over her future career. She could think of nothing but the sweet, sinful flavor in her mouth.
"Wow...that was amazing..." Abby said breathily, raising a hand to fan herself.
Jean-Luc grinned his wolfish grin.
"I am so glad mademoiselle is pleased. Would you like more?"
"Oh, yes..."
They continued that way for long minutes. Jean-Luc fed Abby, bit by bit, the entire slice. A pall fell over the restaurant as more and more people at each table turned to watch. The din of evening diners turned to awkward silence. The restaurant rang only with the sound of Abby's lewd, pornographic slurps and moans as she savored bite after bite of rich red cake.
Finally, it was over. Abby sighed to herself as she swallowed down the last of the slice, her plump lips smacking together. Her face was flush red. She opened her eyes, fixing them on Jean-Luc.
"Wow..."
"The Mademoiselle has enjoyed her dessert?"
