Dinner Companion

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Dinner Companion (closed for Angelique127 & myself)

OOC:
Jake, age 32, average handsome businessman

IC:
It was another hotel stay for me. Life as a consultant always meant frequent travel. This particular night I arrived at my hotel around 7pm. After checking in, I decided to grab a bite to eat at a restaurant near the hotel. It was a nice local place, not extravagant by any means, but certainly a step up from a Chili's.

Being a Tuesday, the place was not crowded at all. I was seated in a quiet section of the restaurant, with only one person seated nearby. That person was a woman, attractive yet down to earth. Looked like she was waiting for someone. We acknowledged each other's presence with a quick smile, and I sat at my table and began looking over the menu.

I heard the woman's cell phone ring. She answered it and walked away to a private area to conduct the conversation. She returned a few minutes later, noticeably upset, eyes red. The waitress came and took my order, and went over to the lady, who nearly chugged her glass of wine and then asked for another. When the waitress left, she put her head in her hands and just stared at her cell phone on the table in front of her.

I knew she needed someone to talk to. "Miss," I said, "it's obvious that call was pretty upsetting. If you think it will do some good to vent your troubles to a complete stranger, I'm more than willing to listen."
 
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Jessica Ryan

27 yrs of age, long dark hair, pretty brown eyes, measurements 36-26-34...stands 5'6'' when not wearing heels.

I was sitting at the restaurant waiting for my ex boyfriend, Micheal, to show up. Earlier he had called me, pleading and insisting that I meet him at our favorite restaurant, the place where we had met each other almost three years ago. Ever since we had broken up, Mike had been calling, telling me that he had changed, asking for one more chance, begging me to forgive him...saying he didn't realize how much I meant to him !
Giving in, I had agreed to meet him there.

Mc Finn's Bar and Grill was empty until a young gentlemen entered, who politely smiled at me, which I returned, and he sat down. At first, I thought it was Mike, who was late, as usual, and for some reason I realized my heart rate had increased, at thinking it was him, instead of the stranger. My God...would I never get over the excitement of just looking at him ? I wondered,after the way he had treated me...what he had done to me ! I should hate the mere sight of him... I tried to convince myself.

Just then my cell phone rang, disturbing the silence...

" Hello ? "

" Hey Jessie...listen babe, I'm so sorry, but I'm not going to be able to make it tonight...something came up. "

" Excuse me, Micheal... don't do this again ! " I said with disbelieve, almost shouting at him, before getting up and walking away, so as not to be overheard.

" Relax babe, don't get so upset...this is very important ! "

" What could possiably be more important than us ? " I demanded, trying to keep my voice down.

" Okay, Jessie, damn...we'll just meet there tomorrow night, alright ? "

" No...never...don't ever call me again ! Do you understand ? " I disconnected, angry and frustrated, and made my way back to the table. I guess the waitress noticed because she immediately brought me another glass of wine after I gulped down the other.
I just sat there staring at the phone, my head in my hands, trying not to cry.

" Miss, it's obvious that call was pretty upsetting. If you think it will do some good to vent your troubles to a complete stranger, I'm more than willing to listen. "

His voice was rather soothing, and sincere. I raised my eyes to look at this young and attractive stranger, knowing my brown eyes were about to overflow with tears at any minute.

" Forgive me, I'm just being silly." I gushed, feeling somewhat embarassed, " but ...but I feel such a fool for believing him. "
The stranger waited patiently for me to continue. Suddenly, I realized he had no idea whatsoever, what or who I was talking about.
" I'm sorry, my name is Jessica. Pleased to meet you. " I managed to smile...
 
Jake

"Nice to meet you, Jessica. I'm Jake." She gave me a smile, not one that meant she was happy. She was probably using the smile to hold back the flood of tears that was inevitably going to come.

"Don't be sorry. I don't think you are being silly. You are being honest about how you feel." I smiled and took a drink. "So tell me who is 'him' and why do you think you are foolish for believing him?"
 
Jessica

" Well..." I paused for a moment, wondering if Jake really wanted to hear my story, or if he was just being kind, " Him is my ex fiancee, Micheal Rogers, the man I was going to marry, until recently. That is why I am here, to meet him, but the cad broke another promise...and I was foolish enough to believe him, to trust him again. "

Jake nodded, listening, waiting for me to continue. I took another sip of the wine, before doing so.

" I don't want you to think that I am a little drama queen, crying over a broken date...just because he failed to show...you have no idea what he is like, or what he's done...I have spent several weeks trying to forget about him, promising myself I would never see him again. Never give him the chance to manipulate my feelings..."

Suddenly I couldn't control my tears, just thinking of the bitter, heart breaking memories. I reached for my purse and my hankerchief, realizing my make-up would run, in front of this kind, and good looking stranger...
 
Jake

'Here it comes' I thought as Jessica started bawling. I saw her rummaging in her purse, presumably for a tissue, so I got up and handed her my handkerchief (fortunately he hadn't used it). I waited patiently for a couple minutes for her to get it out of her system.

This wasn't how I had planned to spend the evening, but fortunately I didn't have anything I had to do tonight, and being on the road can get lonely. I decided to take a chance and ask her spend dinner with me. It could end up backfiring, just a night of babysitting a blubbering woman. But if it worked out, hey, sure beat dinner by myself.

"OK, Jessica, listen to me," and she looked up at me with raccoon eyes. I was speaking in a fairly stern tone, but she needed a confident, serious voice right now. "First, I don't think you are a drama queen. I believe you have a valid reason, probably several, for being so hurt. I recommend that you do two things that should help you feel much better. The first is go into the bathroom and get yourself cleaned up."

She nodded with a sniffle, "and the second?" she asked.

"The second is to come out and allow me the honor of being your dinner date for this evening."
 
Jessica

When Jake asked me to be his dinner companion, I do believe it was the first time I truely smiled all evening. Maybe in several weeks.

" Excuse me, while I visit the ladies, sir. "

Once in front of the mirror I touched up my makeup, brushed my hair and re-applied my lipstick. I hoped that Jake had not decided to make a quick exit...that my tears didn't scare him off, he seemed so nice...and attractive. Already, I felt so much better and composed.
Lifting my dress, I adjusted my tiny g-string, cursing myself for wearing the uncomfortable thing, but Micheal always loved me to wear them, along with the garterbelt and stockings. Speaking of, I pulled them up and made sure the seams were straight.
I looked myself over in the mirror...Go to hell, Micheal Thomas, I don't need you... I was tired of crying over him, and just wanted to have some fun, for a change !

When I re-entered the restaurant, I saw that Jake had moved to a more private table in the rear. Their were candles burning, and a menu waiting, along with a fresh glass of wine. Jake rose as I approached, and being the perfect gentlemen, he seated me at the table.

I was impressed, someone was finally treating me like a lady...

" You are not from around here, are you Jake. " I spoke, suddenly interested in this very handsome, and attentive, well mannered man...
 
Jake

While Jessica was at the Ladies' room, I snagged the waitress and told her about the change in plans. I asked her if my order had been started yet. She checked for me and she said it hadn't, so I told her to put it on hold. She also suggested a more romantic table, and set it up just right, a great idea. I'll have to remember to tip her extra for that.

When Jessica came back out, she looked happier - less sad anyway. She looked stunning, too. Hmm, maybe, just maybe, this evening could turn out way better than I imagined.

After she was seated she noticed that I was from out of town. "No, I'm not from around here," I replied. "I'm a consultant. I had a client meeting about 2 hours east of here today, and I have meeting another client for a late lunch tomorrow, but they are only about 15 minutes from here. I'm staying at the hotel next door. I take it by your question that you do live around here?"
 
Jessica

" ...I take it by your question that you do live around here ? "

" Yes, I have to confess, I am from around here. I've lived in Dallas all my life. " I informed him. For some reason, I glanced at his hands to see if he was wearing a wedding band, although that in itself didn't prove a thing, he could have simply removed it ! Not that it mattered...Jake would probably be gone by tommorrow anyhow.

" Are you married, Jake ? I asked, sure that someone as goodlooking as him would be...or else he knew a woman in every town, from coast to coast...
 
Jake

"No, I'm not married. I guess I'm too involved in my work." At least that's what my last girlfriend said, but no need to tell her about that. "I'm on the road most of the time. Gets kind of hard to keep a steady relationship."

"So what do you do for a living?" I needed to change the subject. We definitely did not want to be discussing relationships.
 
Jessica

" So what do you do for a living ? "

I looked Jake over before answering, wondering how he would react.

" Well...I am a dancer."

" A dancer ? " Jake raised his eyebrows slightly.

" Yes...I dance at a club downtown. It pays the bills. " I paused and sipped my wine. " Before that, I guess you could call me a daddy's girl, lived off of a trust fund, but we went through that, Micheal and I, and so I started dancing. And Daddy found out and disowned me. Micheal has very expensive tastes... "

I didn't bother to finish telling Jake that Micheal wasted most of my money on cocaine...besides that, my past was water under the bridge. Or so I tried to convince myself.

Jake smiled, and then signaled the waitress, who came over to take our order...
 
Jake

'A stripper. I'm having dinner with a fucking stripper' I thought. When I first realized it, I was shocked. I couldn't think of anything to say. Some red flags were there. It takes a lot for a girl with money to begin dancing at a strip club.

Then of course my mind - and my manhood - began to realize the possibilities for the evening. I believe I cracked a smile at the possibility of having fantasy come true. I tried to catch myself so I flagged the waitress to get our order.

But just because she was a stripper, doesn't mean I should treat her any different that I would any classy lady. Since she comes from money, she'll especially appreciate it. I asked her what she wanted and ordered for the both of us.

"You don't have to justify what you do to me. I think its intriguing. I've never known a str- a dancer. But it didn't sound like you are too enthusiastic about your job. Or it could be that you are embarrassed. So be honest. Are you just in it for the money or is there some part of you that likes performing?"
 
Jessica

...So be honest. Are you in it just for the money, or is their some part of you that likes performing ? " Jake asked, after the waitress had departed with our order.

" Both, I guess. I mean, I have the rent to pay, and all my bills...my credit cards, but my pride and joy is my brand new, little blue, convertable Mustang ! So, of course, the money is important. " Again, I did not bother to mention Micheal, and how I supported him.

" And to be honest...I do love performing ! It can be very thrilling at times. When I am up there on stage...I feel a certain amount of power. I am in control, and it's like I am bringing a fantasy to life ! "
I looked across the table at Jake. His eyes sparkled in the candlelight...I could tell I had his undivided attention.

" Which is not part of the reality. I tend to be very submissive in bed !" I almost laughed when Jake choked on his drink. " And another thing, The g- strings are so uncomfortable ! "

I squirmed in my chair, as if to prove my point...
 
Jake

The comment about being submissive in bed got me. I wasn't expecting her to be that forward. Clearly this was not going to be an ordinary, small talk conversation. If I played my cards right, this could be one hell of a night - and right now I've been dealt a damn good hand.

Drawing on my consulting experience would be good here. I had a knack for finding out what people really wanted, which is sometimes hard for them to express. Once you know that, it's easy to please them.

With my composure back, I asked, "I find that contract very interesting. Do you think you are submissive in bed because its your natural tendency or would you rather be more dominant and just haven't been in the right environment?"
 
Jessica

Taking another sip of wine, I pondered the question.

" Lets see... I believe I am naturely submissive. I enjoy feeling like a woman. I like it when a man takes charge. Not that I wouldn't like to be in charge once, be dominating in bed !" I answered, watching Jake refill my empty glass.

A voice inside my head warned me to be careful, and not become too intoxicated !

Jake seemed to be waiting for me to continue...

" It might be nice to have a man worship me, have him bound, and hear him beg for release. Doing anything I ask...existing only to please me. " I said, hoping that I wasn't going too far with this gentleman that I had just met...
 
Jake

It's a good thing he was sitting across the table. This conversation was giving him an instant hard on. He was still hearing some confusion in his voice. He'd love to give this woman a night to remember. Those were always the best. To do that, he had to draw out exactly what she wanted and whether she could actually do it.

"You know, sometimes it's hard to a naturally submissive person to be dominant, even for a night. The submissive role is often viewed as easier. You just have to follow orders. The dominant role can be tough - you have to be aware of not only your own limits, but your partners. Do you think you'd be able to do that?"
 
Jessica

I was about to respond to Jake's question, when the waitress appeared with our bowls of salad. She set them in front of us, and asked if we needed anything else. Jake said no, everything was fine, and thanked her.

For some reason, I glanced at Jake's hands. They seemed very strong and capable. For a brief moment, I imagined them touching me...

" I think I could handle it. Are you daring me ? " I asked taking a bite of salad.

It occured to me, that I hardly knew this man, but he was very intriguing...he seemed to be honest, someone who I could trust. Too bad he is moving on tomorrow... Still, I wanted to know more about him....

I waited...wondering if maybe after dinner he wouldn't like to go to an upscale, classy strip club in downtown Dallas ? It all depended upon his answer...
 
Jake

I took a bite of salad. This was quite a change from the woman I saw just a few minutes ago.

"No, I'm not daring you. I've known you for, what, half an hour. The first part of which, well, you were acting completely different that you are now. If I-, if one were to put himself in that vulnerable of a position, he'd want to be assured that you would be there for a night of exploration and mutual pleasure and not have any lingering negative emotions."

He was wondering if she'd catch that slip-up that kind of brought things to a more direct, personal level.
 
Jessica

My God...what was I thinking ? I had just met this man, and already I was dreaming of going to bed with him...well, he was very attractive, had nice strong hands, and their was something else about him, he seemed confident, and polite...so different than Micheal, who was rather immature.

" Tell me Jake, why were you about to eat alone ? Most of the business men I know, if they were alone in a strange city, would be busy stuffing five dollar bills down a pretty dancers thong ! Sorry, just speaking from experience...but what were your plans for later on this evening ? '' I asked, pushing my unfinished salad bowl away...
 
It occurred to me that just because most of her patrons were businessmen does not necessarily mean that most businessmen visited strip clubs. It also occurred to me that discussing the flaws in her statistical sample would be a really stupid thing to do.

"I'm here because when I checked into the hotel, I was hungry. I really hadn't thought about what to do next quite frankly. Most evenings I have work to do but tonight I don't. Do you have something in mind?"
 
Jessica

" Do you have something in mind ?"

Again, my imagination got the better of me. I could visualize myself teasing him until he could take no more...ready and willing to do my bidding ! I quickly banished the thought from my mind, not wanting to appear to easy, or eager. God he probably assumes that anyway, after I mentioned what I do for a living. But if the truth were told, I had never went to bed with any customer that I had met at the club. Not that their hadn't been offers...no, I was completely faithful to Micheal and not easily tempted, but he on the other hand had the audicity to bed another dancer working there, a friend of mine, or so I thought !

" The nights still young, but I must say, I do enjoy your company, Jake. And you have made me feel so much better ! " I said gratefully.

We stared at each other, in the candlelight. I watched him, my manicured finger twirling in my dark hair. I was feeling slightly intoxicated, and playful...

" Well...we could go to this private club I belong to, or we could go to my apartment where I have a bottle of tequila I have been saving, for a specail occasion. " I blurted out, hoping I wasn't being too forward !
Before he could choose, or reject my offer, the waitress was back again with our dinner...
 
Jake

This night was promising to be quite interesting indeed. After all, women don't just invite you back to their apartment - with a bottle of tequila - for cookies and conversation. I thanked the waitress and began to eat my dinner. I was barely paying attention to the food, thought, my thoughts on what might happen with this hot woman in front of me.

I was curious about the private club. Was it a strip club? Truth is, I've always gotten bored fast at a strip club. I've always preferred being a participant to being an observer, but then again, I've never been the guest of a dancer. Who knows what's in store then?

"I enjoy your company as well. Both of those sound like they would be great options. Tell me about the club and what we would do there."
 
Jessica

" Oh it's a private club, that caters to wealthy members and guests. The place is huge, almost anything goes. I must warn you, some of the most beautiful women in Dallas go there, and you may see some kinky things going on. " I explained, but to describe Floyd's was almost impossiable, besides it might be hardly proper to take him there, on a first date. If one could consider this a date...

I informed Jake that I danced at a place called ' Stargazers', where he might be more comfortable. I went on about my various outfits that I wore on stage...the prim and proper teacher in glasses, and tight conservative bun, who lets her hair down, or my leather chaps and booted cowgirl with hat and whip ! I told him that I could be the innocent schoolgirl with a taffy, or a cheerleader...
" Speaking of a cheerleader, I use to be one in college. I attended the University of Texas, of course, but I was asked to leave the team..." I rambled on, leaving the reason of my departure out of the conversation.

It occured to me, that Jake must have thought he was getting involved with a very' naughty' female...but when drinking I just couldn't help it, my mouth got the better of me...hee he...
I was quiet, and took a bite of my shrimp scampi...chastising myself for not acting more like a refined, sophisticated lady, instead of the wild, spoiled, slutty, rich, daddy's girl I was appearing to be...

" You decide, Jake. " I whispered...
 
Jake

I tried to put on my best listening face as she went on (and on and on) about her different stripping outfits. Going to her workplace would certainly be interesting and fun. But the club idea sounded like a potential once-in-a-lifetime experience.

"The clubs sounds quite interesting. It doesn't sound like anything I've ever been to, but I'm open to adventure. Am I dressed OK?" I said, noting the business casual attire I wore from today's meeting with a high-tech company. "I do have a suit at the hotel if I need to change."

The waitress came over and took our plates from dinner and asked if we wanted some dessert or coffee. I had eaten enough and figured I was going to get dessert in another form later, but I gestered to Jessica to let her know it was her decision.
 
Jessica

"You look fine ! " I said, not bothering to inform him that he was about to see all kind of various styles in dress, from lace to leather.

I passed on dessert, resisting the urge for a little chocolate...perhaps later.

We sat in silence, and I let him finish his drink, before paying the bill. I noticed he left the waitress a big tip also. We stood and walked towards the front door, my pride and joy, the blue Mustang gleaming in the streetlight parked at the curb. I unlocked his door and made my way to the driver's seat. Once buckled, I started the engine and put the top down, since it was a beautiful night.

I caught Jake looking at my legs, and giggled.

" Are you ready honey, to have some fun ? " I asked, adjusting my mirror, and slipping a Stevie Ray Vaughn CD into the slot.

We drove off, heading downtown. Once on the freeway, I stepped on the peddle. I glanced over at my passenger, my hair flying in the wind...I think he was relieved when we slowed down, back on the city streets, where I had to drive at a slower rate of speed.
Upon reaching the parking garage, we exited my car and locked it. I made my way towards the trunk and found a tight, body hugging, very short white dress.

" Please be a gentlemen and turn your back, this will only take a second. " I asked. Lifting the other dress over my head, I pulled it off, standing there clad only in my stockings and heels with that irrating g-string, which I decided to remove.
Not really sure why, just on the spur of the moment, I called " Jake " who suddenly turned around. I tossed him my panties ...

" A little Texas hospitality for ya ! " I laughed...
 
Jake

Part of me wished she would have said that I needed to change my outfit, the part that wants things a bit safter. That way perhaps we would have made it to my hotel so I could change and never left. That part of me was really regretting my decision as she drove us down. Then there was the other side of me, the one going 'yeah, but look at those legs.'

Once parked, she pulled something white out of the trunk. It didn't look very big and if she was going to wear that, well, I wasn't complaining. She asked me to turn around while she changed. When she called my name I got caught be surprise, she wasn't done and damn was that a sight to see. She tossed something at me. Which I snagged out of the air. It was her panties, well, what there were of them. Thinking quickly, I sniffed them gently, not sexually but more like sniffing a fine wine, all the time peering over them looking directly at her. "Hmmm, excellent body, delicate aroma."
 
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