Blake leaned back comfortably in the booth at the Edy's Diner. The Diner was new, even if it was built on a solid foundation of nostalgia. The walls were adorned with pictures of girls in roller skates serving customers in a parking lot, but Edy's didn't offer that kind of service. What it did offer was top quality French toast made from challah, and the ability to serve bacon that wasn't burnt to a crisp.
Of course, he attracted a lot of attention. His fire red skin was part of that, as were the spiral horns that twisted up from his skull. His tail was tucked away, so no one could see that. Even if it hadn't been so obviously demonic, Blake probably would have attracted attention for his size. As a human, he was six-two and built. His demon form added a few inches of height and another layer of muscle, all over.
His right arm was wrapped around a blonde bombshell named Chloe who wore what was technically a dress. The top part of the dress, such as it was, pushed up a good deal of cleavage, and was attached to the rest of the dress with only a large gold ring. The bottom part left her sides bare until mid-hip, and then had just enough fabric to make her decent when she sat down before revealing her long, shapely legs.
His left arm stretched to rest on the shoulder of a dark, South Asian woman. Padmeena wore a white T-shirt, the looseness of it gathered in a knot just below her breasts. It was just translucent enough to reveal that she wasn't wearing a bra under it. It had a slogan on it that rested over a stylized red logo of a head with horns, and the words "Free Use" could be made out clearly, although the rest of the lettering was obscured by the way it was tied up. A pendant with a red charm similar to the logo on her prominent chest hung from a silver chain around her neck.
Blake's legs were spread, comfortably, the outside of his thighs rubbing against the bare legs of the women on each side of him. The diner was a few blocks from Padmeena's apartment, and she'd been nervous about running into someone she knew. At the same time, she'd admitted that a woman who wouldn't be seen with a demon in public didn't deserve to have his cock inside her. Blake appreciated her courage, and enjoyed her embarrassment more than he liked to admit.
The waitress looked nervous, too. Her buttoned blouse was under some strain from her large breasts, and she had a fresh, innocent face. "Hi. I'm Mary," she said, "And I'll be your waitress." She placed menus in front of each of them working from left to right. "Start you off with something to drink?"
"Tea," Padmeena said.
"Hot or Iced?'
"Hot. Cream and Sugar."
Mary nodded. "They're at the table, so you can add them yourself. You, um, sir?" As her eyes swept to Blake, she stared. Demons were in the news, but it was still rare to see one in person. Blake usually went out in his human form, but he was becoming increasingly comfortable appearing as a demon.
"Iced Tea, no sugar," he said, sweeping her body with his gaze. She definitely had a nice chest. He used to be very good about keeping his eyes at a level, but since he'd received an infernal soul, women had been enjoying him looking more, and he was getting out of the habit of disguising it.
"Yes Sir. Ma'am?" Mary turned to Chloe with what looked like relief, and her face was turning pink.
"Just water. Mary?"
"Yes."
Chloe smiled at her. "Oh, nothing I should say to you." She turned to Padmeena, and said, "He sure likes seeing cleavage, doesn't he?"
Padmeena looked at Mary, then at Chloe. "Oh. Yes. He does."
Mary looked between them, confused. "I'll put that right in," she said.
"What was that about?" Blake asked.
Chloe took a sugar packet out of the little bin. "Bet you a sugar packet that when she comes back she's unbuttoned a button or two."
"I see you're a high roller," Blake said. He took a sugar packet out, too, and put it on the table next to Chloe's. "You're on."
"I'm not showing any," Padmeena said.
"No, but you're also not wearing a bra," Chloe said.
"Is it obvious?" Padmeena asked.
"From this angle it is," Chloe told her. "It's not obvious that you're trying to be obvious about it, though. It's not like you look like a whore, or anything."
Padmeena blushed. Blake cocked an eye at Chloe. Being called names was one of Padmeena's kinks, and he indulged it often. "My whore," he murmured to her.
Padmeena nodded. "And proud of it," she said. "But I don't want to get us kicked out."
"Aw," said Chloe. "We could go from restaurant to restaurant, making sure we get seen with this hunk by everyone in town."
The dark-skinned beauty just nodded, fixing her eyes on Blake. "Whatever you want," she said in a low voice. "I'm your whore, after all."
Blake leaned back and hugged each woman a little tighter. "Life is good."
Sure enough, Mary had unbuttoned two buttons on her blouse when she came back with their drinks, and made a point of leaning over as she took their orders for food, which didn't change Blake's opinion about the goodness of life one bit. "When do you get off?" he asked the waitress.
"Hardly ever," she said, without missing a beat.
He just looked at her.
"But if you want to change that," she added, "not until four."
"I have plans for the evening, but feel free to leave me your phone number."
She smiled slightly. "Is it true what they say?" She looked between Padmeena and Chloe.
"It depends on what they say," said Blake.
"Oh, don't tease the girl. Yes, it's all true," Chloe said.
Padmeena held her hands up about a foot apart.
"Oh my god," Mary said. She blushed, and turned away, her hand in front of her chest with a motion like she was fixing up her buttons.
"You could totally squeeze her in before your date with Sonia this evening," Chloe said. "In any case, all the sugar packets belong to me!" She put up her hands and then brought them to the table, dramatically.
Padmeena grabbed one of the packets with a quick hand. "Except this one, I need it for my tea."
Chloe watched her as she emptied the entire packet. "Sure you want tea with that sugar? If you like tea, why not just take it straight?"
Padmeena stuck her tongue out. "My mum would have poured two in. This is moderation."
"Don't stick it out unless you intend to use it," Chloe said.
"I'll use it any time he tells me to," Padmeena said, adding two little cups of cream to her tea.
"On me or him?"
"Depends on what he tells me, doesn't it?" Padmeena retorted, and smiled at Blake.
The whole slogan on the shirt, he knew, said "Free Use Infernal Whore" but they all agreed that displaying all of that would probably get them denied admittance to the diner. He could make out the top of the word Infernal, and while it couldn't be read, Blake figured people could tell there was more to it than just "Free Use." But if some human male had ideas, Blake was confident he could set him straight, possibly without needing a surgeon to straighten the boor's nose again, later.
