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.
Mary's buttons were undone again when she returned with their food and a pile of napkins. The fact that he lived a life of plenty didn't stop Blake from appreciating more. The top napkin had a phone number written in lipstick on it. Chloe snapped a picture of Mary.
"Wha?" Mary protested.
"He needs something to go with your number. You don't want him to forget who you are, do you?"
Mary put her hand in front of her chest, which seemed a clear case of locking the barn door after the animals had escaped. "Um, no."
"Well then. Just your face and those lovely boobs," Chloe said. "Nothing incriminating. I make up the contacts and then send them to his phone. I have a database of all his girls so that he can keep them straight."
Mary blinked, and straightened. "Oh," she said.
Blake wasn't sure leading with the fact that there were so many girls he had trouble keeping them straight was smooth, but he decided it was at least kind. And he didn't have to resort to dishonesty, or even to hiding information, to have plenty of fun with willing women. There was something about being a demon that attracted many women, "like moths to the flame," as Sonia would say. Odd to think that being part infernal meant that he could be more straightforward when dating than he ever felt he could be when he was fully human.
Mary scurried off, fixing up her buttons again. Her pants, which had the look of being part of the uniform of the diner, were snug enough for Blake to notice her nice big ass. She wasn't slender and she'd never be a model, but she had cushion in all the right places. "Maybe I will have to squeeze into her late this afternoon," he said.
Chloe laughed. "Squeeze in her, you mean?"
"I meant what I said, and I said what I meant."
"A demon's unfaithful, one hundred percent?" Padmeena said.
"I'm not being unfaithful, I'm being completely up front about it," Blake protested.
Padmeena smiled. "I'm happy with you fucking her," she said. "Providing she, too, is happy to be seen with you in public. I just thought it sounded funnier that way."
"What are you talking about?" Chloe asked.
"It's a line from a children's book," Padmeena said. "Slightly changed."
"About eggs. Speaking of which," Blake said, picking up a fork. "Let's enjoy a nice, peaceful meal."
But the meal didn't stay peaceful. About five minutes later, with two slices of French toast, one fried egg, and a bit of bacon still on his plate, a woman's shrill voice impinged on the throuple's happy brunch.
"I can't believe," she said, "In all my days, that you would serve
that
in this restaurant."
Blake looked up, wondering what food item had so offended the woman, only to find her at the entrance, pointing a stiff finger precisely at him. She was around forty, he suspected, with dark brown hair, bangs, and glasses, wearing a smart blue dress that hugged her figure. She would have been quite MILFy if she hadn't been so aggressively antagonistic.
He raised an eyebrow at her.
"And this a family restaurant," the woman went on. "I bring my kids here, and --"
"Mom," said a girl next to her, modestly built and quite a bit younger. Short shorts bared her long legs, and a tank top suggested small, but very perky breasts. "I'm not a kid. I'm nineteen years old." She looked over at Blake, shrugging as if to apologize for her mother, but the look turned into a gawk.
