Jill was surprised by the question, but then remembered that half of the wait staff here appeared to be young people looking to break into 'the business'. She smiled and said, "Um, yes, I am hoping to be an actress." Her smile slipped a bit when she thought of how she'd been in town almost a month and had been to a few auditions, but other than having two separate creepy men hit on her, she hadn't had much success.
"I thought so," Portia continued, beginning to butter the girl up. "You have that Jennifer Love Hewitt, girl next door look going for you."
"Thank you," the cutie blushed.
"Have you had many auditions?"
"A few."
"Any roles yet?"
"No."
"This city can break a lot of dreams," Portia said, patting the girl's hand.
"So I'm learning."
Just then the owner of the restaurant, Lorenzo Bruno walked up and greeted, "Portia, you look absolutely stunning."
"You always know the right words to say," she smiled, although secretly annoyed at the interruption.
"It's been a while."
"True, but you know I always come here before a big event," Portia said.
"The gala is your next stop I assume."
"You assume correctly," Portia said, thinking now this actually may help speed things up. "Sorry, for the long time between visits, but I have been swamped with castings of late." She saw that the young woman's eyes popped open at that, just as Portia had intended.
Abby returned at this moment and Portia introduced her. "Lorenzo, this is my good friend, Abby, and Abby, this is the owner of this fine restaurant and a long-time friend, Lorenzo."
Lorenzo suavely grabbed Abby's hand and lifted it up to kiss it. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Abby."
"It's very nice to meet you," Abby responded, as she felt a chill go up her spine at the sight and touch of this incredibly handsome man; apparently Portia had only turned her bi, not full lezzie. She hadn't been single long (single being a relative term since she was definitely still married and it had only been a couple of hours since she'd told her husband she wanted a divorce), but she was already pondering her next man.
Portia noticed the look of both Lorenzo and Abby as she continued, planting a seed for her girlfriend. "Abby is recently on the market after a rather extreme betrayal by her asshole of a husband."
"Portia!" Abby gasped.
"My pretty lady," Lorenzo said, taking the woman's hand back in his, "you deserve to be treated like a princess."
Portia agreed, "That's what I told her. She's as lovely and sweet as a princess and just needs a prince rather than a frog."
Abby was flustered and flattered as she laughed awkwardly, "Well, it has been very nice to meet you."
"You as well," Lorenzo said, unwilling to take his eyes off of this woman. Alas, he eventually did and instructed, "Please take Portia and Abby to table seven."
"Yes, Mr. Bruno," Jill nodded.
"Come visit us later, Lorenzo," Portia said.
"I certainly will," Lorenzo responded, appreciating what he sensed was Portia playing matchmaker, which was unusually generous of her since she didn't often give away one of her beautiful companions. "Jill, make sure to take extra special care of these two."
"Yes, sir," Jill nodded. Lorenzo knew about Portia's preference for young women and seeing the predatory look in her eyes when she looked at his new hostess, he thought he should reciprocate as a matchmaker. Portia didn't know that he knew about the coat room rendezvous spot, but he did. He knew everything that went on in his restaurant.
Portia smiled at Lorenzo before turning to Jill.
"Follow me, ladies," Jill said, grabbing two menus and leading them down an aisle and to their table in one of the choicest locations in the restaurant.
Abby sat down, but Portia stayed up a moment and leaned in to whisper in the young beauty's ear in her most sultry seduction tone. "We are not done chatting, my pretty girl, I see a bright future for you in this town." She allowed her hot breath to linger and then tugged gently on the girl's earlobe with her teeth for just a second to clearly signal her intent and set in the maître's head the first thoughts of being with a woman. She then added, not even trying to hide her true intent, "I want to have a private audition with you before I leave, if you catch my drift."
Now, Jill had certainly dealt with many forward advances while working in her family's restaurants, first near their home in Mississippi and then in New Orleans and had learned early on how to break away politely or shut things down coldly. But in this instance, she found herself feeling both frozen and heated by the brazen words and actions of this beautiful woman. It was all she could do to mumble, "Yes, ma'am," as she felt her cheeks going ruby red.
"Good, because I have a very thorough casting process," Portia finished, leaving the prey standing there completely overwhelmed.
"Yes, ma'am," Jill repeated, stunned by the woman's words and confused by the tingling sensation in her loins.
Portia sat down and Jill, trying to stay focused on her job, said, "Your server today is Fiona and she will be with you shortly."
"Thank you, Jill," Portia smiled warmly.
Jill nodded and left, a complete barrel of nerves. Was this woman implying she wanted to have sex with her? Had she offered her a chance to be cast in something? Was she reading incorrectly the woman's friendly words? Was this woman a lesbian?
Abby asked, once they were alone, "Are you going to seduce her too?"
"I may," Portia nodded, watching the sweet, young ass walk away.
"You are incredible."
"Turning straight women onto the joys of feminine lust never gets boring," she chuckled. "Plus, I don't want to lose this contest," she added, the stakes too high.
"Well, at this rate I can't see who could possibly beat you," Abby said.
"Trust me, they are all good adversaries," Portia replied, knowing the others would accelerate their aggressive seduction tactics seeing her three straight turns.
"It's a little scary to think there are five of you out there turning straight women all over the city."
"Are you complaining?" Portia questioned, slipping out of her heel and moving her foot in-between her friend's legs.
"Not at all," Abby replied, pulling up on her gown and parting her legs further apart to give her friend easier access to her still-wet and needy pussy... even after three separate sexual encounters. Had this woman preyed on her or rescued her?
Portia felt the heat and dampness beyond the panty and knew it wasn't only for her. It was time to help her friend on her way to truly getting over her jackass of an ex. "What do you think of Lorenzo?" she purred.
"I don't know," Abby lied.
"You know," Portia said. "Don't think I didn't notice how you looked at him and he you."
"You think so?"
"I know so."
"Well, he is quite hot," Abby admitted.
"And Italian," Portia added, "and you know what that means."
"I don't."
"He's hung like an Italian stallion," Portia replied, moving her foot a little to tease her friend's pussy.
"Mmmmmm, that would be a nice change from Peewee," Abby said.
"And I guarantee he would treat you like a lady in public and a slut in the bedroom," Portia assured, knowing Lorenzo quite well.
"I don't know if it's your words, your foot rubbing my pussy or all the sex I've had today but I desperately want a real cock that will fuck the shit out of me," Abby admitted, hoping it wouldn't hurt her friend's feelings.
"Well, let's see if we can make both happen."
"Both?"
"My latest turn and you getting a big dick to fuck the shit out of you," Portia smiled, moving her toes between her friend's pussy lips.
"You are so bad," Abby moaned.
"I know," Portia smiled, just as the waitress arrived. The pretty Fiona took their drink orders and left.
"Have you fucked her?" Abby asked.
"No, but I know she has already had pussy."
"How do you know that?"
"Janet the coat check slut keeps me up to date with who are potential turns," Portia explained.
"You have turn spies?"
"I never thought of it like that," Portia laughed, as she moved her foot back to the floor, the position getting a little uncomfortable. She then slid two fingers inside her own uncovered, wet pussy and generously coated them, "but I like the term."
The waitress returned with their drinks and took their food orders. Just as she left, Lorenzo arrived with another round of drinks and asked, "Do you mind if I join you?"
"Please," Portia replied and pointed to a spot right beside her good friend. As he slid in, Portia stood up and said, as she removed her fingers from her pussy, "I'll be right back."
Abby gave her an immediate look of 'Don't leave me alone,' but Portia just smiled.
Lorenzo's eagle eye caught the hot slut's removal of her fingers from her crotch as she got to her feet and volunteered, "Jill goes on her break in two minutes."
"Good to know," Portia said, loving that he was always looking out for her and knew her preferences.
Portia left the two to get to know each other better while she walked to the front and saw Jill alone at her spot. She walked up to her and asked, "Does it get boring here sometimes?"
"After the initial rush it can," Jill said, instantly nervous around this woman.
