Desperation (closed)

"You want to fuck me. The look you give me certainly isn't from a guy who just wants to make love with someone." Tara said, giving him a grin as she took another sip from her coffee. "But that is a conversation we can have another time. I believe you promised me a nice meal. I intend to eat to my heart's content tonight. Not crappy, overpriced pizza, but something really good and delicious."
 
Her teasing excited him and he decided to continue the innuendo, the was no doubt that she didn't mind the sex talk.

"I also intend to eat something good and delicious tonight," he returned her grin, "and I guess I should admit to wanting to fuck you. No point pretending to be all sweet and innocent now," he stood, not bothering to hide the noticeable bulge in his trousers.

He was pretty sure she had noticed already, and she would have to purposely look because he Did not have a massive long one, it was just shy of 8 inches but he was known for his girth.

"I mean I have already offerered to pay you for sexual favors, well at least in so many words." He smiled, "but you have not agreed to anything and the least I can do is actually take you to dinner, no strings attached, as I promised." He grinned, "besides I don't think I can afford you, I do not know what Chasity charges and I am sure you are at least worth double that for just a kiss on the cheek."
 
Tara couldn't help but look at the bulge that he was sporting in the front of his pants. She knew he wanted her. Someone didn't flirt with a girl that hard and not want to get into her pants. However, he was a man of his word and wanted to take her out to dinner. The least that she could do at the end of everything was a quick blow in his car or a handjob. It wouldn't be fair to simply leave him wanting with a serious case of blue balls.

"Chasity would rock your world for the amount that you would pay her. I've heard it time and again from a few of her clients." Tara said as she left her coffee cup on the coaster and stood, ready for him to lead the way to their next destination.
 
"Well I don't want Chasity," he said taking her hand and leading her towards the apartment door, "I want you to fuck me stupid as you said earlier." She would bea able to feel the warmth of desire on the skin of his hand.

"I am going to take you to a very nice place, the owner there is an old friend of mine and his food has won many awards." He turned to face her, taking her hands in his, "so no it is not cheap pizza." He grinned at her, "but all the while we are eating, know that the thing I want to taste most is you."

He pro ugh the her hands up to his lips and kissed them gently.

"So while we are at dinner, you think about this. Five thousand dollars a month is what I will pay you. For that you will have to wear a nice sexy outfit at the office, here, accompany me to nice places like tonight." He smiled at her, "and of course a blow twice a week"

He opened the door, interested to hear her reply or counter offer.
 
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"Well, there's always room for negotiations." Tara said with a smirk as she stepped out of his apartment and allowed him to lead the way back to his car. "I'm thinking one blow a month for that amount of money. And you'll be sorely disappointed when you discover that I don't own many sexy outfits. I can try and dress up as much as I can, but you might not like it in the long run."
 
"Wow, only one blow a month for five grand," he grinned as they entered the lift, "essentially I am paying you a decent monthly salary, with some perks for about four hours hard work."

He looked at her, imagining what it would feel like to have her kissable lips wrapped around his cock. He wondered if she would take him deep or focus on getting it over with, would she moan if took control, or shot his load in her mouth.

His thoughts were interrupted when the elevator stopped and two guys stepped in.

"Hey Tara, looking as hot as always," the one said giving her a long stare.
The other wasn't as obvious and greeted her politely before asking Steven if he wanted to join them at the bar to watch the game.

"Can't do tonight, I am taking Tara to a friends restaurant for dinner."

"You have a date with Tara?" The first one asked incredulously.

"Not a date, Tara just helped me with something and my friend wanted some test subjects for some new recipes he is trying out."
 
Tara hated it when the other guys in the apartment complex would pay attention to her. They were interested in sex, not getting to know her for who she was. When they were interrupted in the elevator, she rolled her eyes and was surprised when Steven took to her defense.

"Yeah someone actually wants to get to know my brain." Tara said with a glare towards the other two men. "Surprising, I know."

When the door dinged on the bottom level, she exited without another word to the two of them, waiting for Steven so that they could continue to their dinner destination.
 
Steve refrained from giving the other guys a smirk of victory, but instead politely said goodbye and exited the lift.

After opening the car door for Tara and helping her in he sat down next to her in the drivers seat.

"Just so you know," he turned to her and smiled, "I also want to screw your brains out, once I get to know them first. But I am sure that would change my contract offer, I mean intellectual conversation is at least another two thousand dollars a month."
 
"Look you don't have to keep throwing money on top of the deal. Just be a normal guy and we'll see where this goes." Tara said, glancing over at Steven. "I want to get to know you before we roll around in the sack. If I decide that I don't want to fuck you, then maybe we'll talk about payment."

"Now, I'm starving. Let's get some food!" Tara tried to lighten the mood with that little quip, but she was serious. Her belly rumbled harshly after that, letting him know just how hungry she was.
 
He couldn't help laugh at the well timed rumbling from her empty stomach.

"Lucky for you the restaurant isn't too far away, and Clive is already expecting us."

He drove her in silence for a while before taking the opportunity to strike up a conversation.

"I must apologize for coming off as an older guy wanting a kept woman. Although most of it was said in jest, I can't say everything was innocent.."

He parked the car, and turned to her, "you don't owe me anything and I will still try help out if you will accept it."

They were met at the door by a gentleman wearing a chefs apron. Steven greeted Clive warmly and was quick to introduce Tara as a friend desperately in need of some good food.

The restaurant was empty and most of the tables had already been stacked away, but one was still set up for service. Clive explained that the staff were all to happy to wait for the man whose financial backing had eased the burden of loans and thus made it easy for him to pay them better with less working hours. In short it seemed that although the restaurant had always been a success, with less money going to banks it was now very successful for all involved.

When the first plates were placed before them Steve looked at Tara.

"You are going to get a proper three course mean and if you want to know what you are eating you can ask Clive, I prefer to have my taste buds try and guess."

A waiter poured them some wine, a half glass for Steve and a full glass for her before leaving them to dine.
 
"I think you'll see that I drive a hard bargain when it comes to whom I go to bed with." Tara said with a smile as Steven escorted her into the restaurant and they were instantly shown to a private table that had been set up just for them.

She wasn't used to being treated like this with people specially making her a meal and servin g her whatever she wanted to drink. She glanced down at the first plate that was placed in front of her and didn't hesitated to dig in. It was so good, she thought to herself, sighing in contentment.
 
He smiled when she showed eagerness in what they were being served. Picking up his glass he took a sip of wine to accompany the food.

"It is good," he said with a smile, "I am obviously not going to drink too much, driving and all, so you will have to savor it for the both off us."

When she sighed in contentment, he laughed, "it sounds like the food is touching you in more sensual ways."

But he had to agree with her, the food was very good.

"You know what would make this meal better?" He looked at her, "if I was enjoying on a date with a beautiful young woman. A woman with the most compelling eyes and hair that ignites the fire in her demeanor." He grinned, "a woman with such perfect breasts that I cannot help but be drawn to them."

He took another sip of wine, "a woman who I ...."

The waitress returned with the main course and he cut himself off.
 
Tara looked across the table at Steven as he made commented that she was enjoying the food in a sensual way. Of course she was. It wasn't every day that she got to have a feast like this. This food was well beyond what she made on a normal basis working her job at the pizza place. This was the kind of thing that she savored and enjoyed greatly when there was a chance.

"Trust me when I say that I do not take any of this for granted." She said with a small grin as she continued to eat, enjoying the wine as well as the wait staff took excellent care of the both of them.
 
"Well we both know this type of lifestyle has a cost," he replied with his own grin. "Not that we will eat like this every night," he smiled and reached across to touch her hand, "but let us say that you will only every eat pizza from your old work, if and when you want to."

He pulled his hand back when the waitress bought them the desert. The waitress placed the plates before them with a sly smile and only when she had retreated did he realize why. His friend had jokingly laid out the desert in a stylish depiction of a female body. The whisps of sauce forming the curves of the torso and arms and legs. A large ball formed a head and two smaller ones the breasts. The was also a bright red cherry strategically places between the legs.

"Sorry about that," he said with amusement, "my friend has a sense of humor, or so he thinks."
 
"He's ambitious." Tara said, glancing across the table as he tried to explain away the dessert that had been placed in front of them. "But it's alright. No harm done. We both know you're not getting laid tonight, so let them all think what they want to think about the both of us."

She shrugged her shoulders as she picked up her spoon and started to eat without another thought about it. If she didn't make a big deal about their relationship and future business arrangement, then maybe he would start to relax.
 
“Not getting laid,” he feigned a sad look, “I would have thought that this nice dinner had at least gotten you down to your underwear.”

He smiled before taking a spoonful of the desert, “at least...you taste good,” he grinned as he took another small taste of the desert. It was true, it tasted exquisite and way more elegant than the humorous presentation. “It might be a poor attempt at humor, but my friend sure can whip up a meal.”

Looking around and seeing that they had been left alone, he bent down to the plate and dragged his tongue along and scooped the cherry into his mouth.

“At least I got figuratively lucky,” he pronounced with a smile as he bit into the cherry, not realizing that his action had caused dollop of the creamy desert to be spread across his cheek.

“So where to next dear,” he topped up her glass, “are we going to dance the night away?”
 
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