Tied to the Night (closed for Dreamwalker85)

[pregfet2009]

I'm standing in one of the hottest restaurants, in Seattle, and I'm not going to eat a single bite, while I am here.
"Great, I'm just a glorified waitress." I think to myself.
I am leading a couple to a secluded table, in the back of the restaurant. It's a modern setup, with a bar, in the front. It's not too bright.
"Thank you for coming to Wilderness. My name is Meg. What may I get you first?" I ask, the couple jotting down their order, with my pen and paper. "I will be right back." I say, walking towards the kitchen, in the middle of the space.

 

[Dreamwalker85]

“The hungerrrr inside, given to me, makes me what I ammmm, always it is calling me,” Jonathan Davis began to sing. The speakers carried his tunes to me and my companion. I think her name was Tiffany. Maybe it was Tina. I don’t know. It began with a “T.” We were going to this restaurant the Wildside. Honestly, I didn’t want to be here. Me and my date weren’t clicking. At all, maybe the click was one sided, but I wasn’t feeling anything. She was easy on the eyes. Something was just missing. Maybe it didn’t help that I don’t want to be here right now.

As I waited I tried to push recent events out of my head, but I just couldn’t. I didn’t build Matthias Conglomerate, but I was damned proud of it. I was damned proud of all I had done for that. Like my father before me I had put blood, sweat and tears into the company, and my efforts were rewarded. I’m the reason why the company hasn’t fallen into obscurity.

Matthias Conglomerate had always been a parts and components company. It all dated back to a very distant grandfather, Matthias. Unlike a lot of his family Matthias was intelligent. He had managed to be part of Edison’s team when they were improving the lightbulb, and managed to copyright a tiny piece that was essential to the process. My relative made the parts, but demand became so much that he had to hire on people. The first set of the workers became the board for Matthias Industries, with Matthias as founder and CEO. The money was good and given by the government.

With the start of the telephone he found a way to build some necessary parts that were copyrighted, made solely by his company. This process went on and on. No one cared about our company until that one little part broke. Whether it was good fortune, kismet, luck, being ahead of the curve just before a new trend hit or good planning, Matthias had become a great company. I think it was a little of each that got us there.

In the 80s we were on the verge of becoming a company with a net worth in the seven digits. We had a few parts in elevators and escalators in the sixties, seventies, a few bits in the old coin operated Arcade Games as they became more popular in the era of Tiffany, Tab and He-Man. That was my father’s doing. By then Matthias Industries was Matthias Corporation that had some subsidiaries too. One of my father’s great contributions was the name change. Before the company went to me he made us into Matthias Conglomerate thanks to the whole putting everything under one banner policy and attitude. He wanted a type of unified front.

By then it was the 90s, and now it has been long enough that the trademarks on our previous companies became up for grabs so we’re stuck with the name. Thanks to me I had figured out a few compenants that became very vital to smart phones just before they became the in thing. We’re an exclusive manufacturer to a few parts. My company has made deals with a few of the top companies to get X, Y or Z parts. We were always going to be that company you never heard of us until you needed one of our parts, or needed something we fixed. Then until it came to either reordering, paying us or some other corporate business we were just as quickly forgotten about. None of us ever minded it. The company started out that way.

Unfortunately, the company was involved with a shadow organization and that organization had rules. The company was also a front from the very beginning. Matthias Blackwell was a werewolf. He used the company as a means to modernize his pack. Future board members were actually those he was closest with in the pack. They became the Betas to his Alpha. Old traditions mixed with company policy. CEOS had to be mated to ensure that the Alpha in charge of the pack was still strong. That the company was going to have a secure future in our hands.

Other super naturals were in on the game too. My pack was just one of the oldest to be involved. Not the founding fathers of the idea, but like the Babe Ruth of Baseball. Not the first, but we were going to be respected and remembered for ages. I’ve always heard rumors that the Fae were involved with the whole Twilight nonsense somehow. Like they were making the public think Vampires were more like them.

The thought made me smile as some very cute woman started to lead me, and my date to our table. My mind still swirled with my problem. I was going to lose the company very soon. Being the oldest in the family didn’t necessarily secure your position. None of my accomplishments mattered either. My younger Brother, the idiot, was more than willing to take the CEO spot away from me because he had mated. He had found the woman that spoke to him on a level that few humans could understand. It didn’t matter he knew nothing about the company.

I wasn’t out of options. I was just going to play the field. Find my mate, it shouldn’t have been hard. Sadly, this was date number five, and this Theresa was the worst yet. Maybe her name was Tara. I still couldn’t remember.
As we sat down my eyes went over the waitress, before I made my order. “Svedka Cherry Vodka and Coke,” I had my ID out. I was a brand guy. I knew what I liked and to me it was that simple. Before the waitress left I got another good long look. It was almost a shame she’d be coming back. Her ass was rather nice. Crap.

Tanya was giving me a look. It was an icy filled gaze before she said, “YOU WERE STARING AT HER ASS!”

“Tanya-,” I said trying to be calm, but was cut off.

“IT’S STEPHANIE!” she screamed at me.
Crap. At least I got the T part right, right? “Can we just tal-,”

“YOU DON’T EVEN CARE WHAT I THINK? I’VE BEEN TALKING TO YOU ALL NIGHT, AND YOU HAVEN’T EVEN ASKED ME A SINGLE QUESTION! I’VE HAD TO ASK EVERYTHING!”

By now the waitress was back with our waters. Stephanie grabbed hers and tossed it at me. My black suit, and charcoal grey shirt, with a simple black tie, now had various water markings all over them. She stormed off a moment later. Every eye in the restaurant was on me.

Holding up a few hands, I was about to regret what was going to happen. There was one way to smooth everyone else’s night over, “First round is on me,” I heard myself say. My wallet was going to feel this one.

People applauded, cheered and thanked me in various ways as I went to sit down in Stephanie’s chair. It wasn’t wet like mine was. I sighed and started to take off my tie to ring it out.

“Great,” I heard myself mutter unaware the waitress was still there.

 

[pregfet2009]

"Mr. Blackwell, would you like something to dry off with?" Meg asks, remembering his name from checking his driver's license.
Truth of the matter was, I felt sorry for the guy. In his defense, he seemed preoccupied. She thought to herself.

 

[Dreamwalker85]

"A towel from the bathroom if you have any. A restart to my day while you're at it," I asked. Why I said that I wasn't sure. Sitting down I just composed myself. Most of the people had gone back to eating. Closing my eyes I just savored the fact I wasn't the center of attention anymore.

When the waitress returned I smiled at her warmly. A hand was offered to take it, "I'm sorry about all that. Can you tell your bosses I'm sorry. This is the fifth date this week I've had, and to be honest the only person interesting I've talked to is you," I was being blunt. Honestly, why some random waitress seemed very good to me just baffled my mind. There was just something about her.

Pulling back my raven black hair. Deep down I wished I could have tied back my hair a little more. It was long enough to put in a little knob. My blue eyes just ran up and down her frame without looking like a hungry animal.

 

[pregfet2009]

"Well, I can do something about the towel, but the restart, you have to talk with the manager upstairs, if you want that kind of cosmic intervention." She says.
She pulls a hair elastic, off of her wrist.
"I had that awkward hair stage too." She says, as if reading his mind noticing him running his hair to the back off his neck.

 

[Dreamwalker85]

"Well, I would pay extra for the cosmic intervention since your managers would get involved," he said with a smile. Things were turning to normal.

Extending his hand he took the hair tie, "My name is Collin. My hair is only awkward because of my company. They think growing out my hair longer than this would bring chaos. Some of the board members have some uppity rules," he shrugged and smiled.

"So, this is the closest we can get to a compromise," he shrugged and grinned. "I hate to ask you this, but is there anything I can get you for complicating your night? I've bought the establishment a drink. You're on the clock, but could I pay for a meal you have during your break? Talk really nice to your cosmic tampering managers so they would be more inclined to give you a raise that's more than a few cents an hour more? A vacation? You name it," Collin smiled at her softly. He was trying to be kind. There was just something about the waitress he was drawn to.

 

[pregfet2009]

She nods. "My name is Meg. No last name, yet. You may be an overdressed serial killer, Mr. Blackwell. " she laughs, then smiles ruefully. "I just want the rest of the weekend, away from this place. Don't get me wrong, I love my job, but my last day off, was over a week ago." She softly asks. "Plus,
the rest of the night, all paid, of course."

 

[Dreamwalker85]

"So, how much cash would it take the weavers of the cosmic to give you that time off, end your shift now, and have a promotion waiting on you when you get back? Restaurants, retail, everyone offering a consumer business wants a white whale. The whale is willing to relent to your special brand of hunting, but I need to know how your contracts want the whale?" Collin wasn't sure how or why he was doing this. Something in the back of his mind assured him this was the right thing to do. If he had five really bad dates, at least there was a chance of having one really expensive okay dates.

 

[pregfet2009]

The restaurant manager comes over. He has an angry scowl, on his face. "Meg, you have other customers. Why aren't you.." He starts, but he stops when he sees Collin.
"Mr. Blackwell, I didn't realize you would be joining us this evening. How can Meg assist you tonight?" He says, schmoozing just enough to be annoying.

 

[Dreamwalker85]

"I require Megan's services for the evening," Collin began. His eyes went up and down the manager's attire, "I'm going to need to see to it she is off for the weekend as well. You see I was so impressed by her service I wish to take her out to eat. I will pay for my usual, plus everyone's round I offered to pay for, garuntee you the next three to five business lunches happen in your establishment," staring at the man Collin spoke. He was looking to the manager. Collin was dead serious, both his words and his eyes said so.

"I also have not been more impressed with your wait staff than I have with her. You should really model your personel with her when you get back. I'm sure people like me would be -disappointed- with you if they did so," he emphasized the word just to show that he did not like it. In a way Collin was scolding the man like a father, mother or mentor, would have scolded a child or student they were recently disappointed with.

"I will pay for the meal on the way out. Meg should be getting her things so she can join me for dinner elsewhere simply because most people don't wish to have a date where they work. You understand right," Collin patted the managers shoulder then went to the front as if he owned the place.

 

[pregfet2009]

"We wouldn't want to keep Mr. Blackwell waiting, do we, Meg?" The manager grits, with a sneer.
Meg quickly seizes the opportunity to gather her possessions.
"Say what you want, Andrew. Most businesses would kill for an opportunity that I literally handed to you, on a silver platter." Meg says, calmly, walking past.
Andrew grabs Meg's wrist.
"You always thought that you were hot shit, because of that fancy degree you have."Andrew says, bitter.

Meg firmly shakes herself from his grip, slapping him across his cheek, loudly, with her other hand. A few of the guests gasp, and chatter.

"You aren't going to put your hands on me. Andrew, here's something you don't know about me. I chose this job, because I love people, not for some washed up drunk, to pass judgement on me. If you have a problem with that, then talk to my lawyer, because I'm suing for defamation of character, and for discrimination. You didn't want me to have that manager's position, because I'd make you look bad. Plus, the fact of that I have a set of tits, instead of a pair of balls.You won't have to fire me, because I quit. Watch your sales bottom out. I've had many guests say the only reason that they only come back, is because of me. If you have anything else to say to me, it better be that I enjoy the rest of my night." Meg says, seething mad.

 

[Dreamwalker85]

Collin saw all of this. "I will pay for what I said, but it would seem that management has left a bad taste in my mouth. Our future arrangement is currently in question at best. Can you have one of your waiters ring me out?" The question wasn't that of a request. Paying for everything Collin said to Meg, "Anywhere you wish to go is yours. If you wish to go home, I will call you a cab. If you wish to go out to eat I can take you in my care. When you wish to leave myself, or the cab. While, I do wish to take you home it's a little...unrealistic to think that way. We just met. the conversation was lovely, but only five minutes long. I'm willing to give some benefit to the doubt," Collin paid for everything then looked to Meg.

"If you stay for dinner. I suggest steaks. I know of a good place. Packed or not, they will have a table for us," Collin looked at Meg. He was trying hard to control himself. Part of him wanted to look at Meg like how many people ogled a steak before eating it.

 

[pregfet2009]

"I'll take care of it, Mr. Blackwell. You are in my old section. I said that I would join you for dinner, didn't I? I'm a lady of her word. However, I do wish to go home, and freshen up, before." Meg says, calmed down.
She bites the inside of her lip.
I wonder what he looks like, out of that suit.

 

[Dreamwalker85]

"I'll take you back," Collin said. He went to his car after taking Meg's arm. Guiding her to his 2013 Black Audi R8 Collin held the door for her. Slipping inside he started it up, "You will tell me where to go." From there it was up to her to lead them.

When he was in the car the man asked a bunch of questions, "Tell me about yourself?" "What are three things you like about yourself? "What are three things you've changed?" "Three things you can't believe you've done?" "Three things you've always wanted to do?" These questions did sound like they came from an HR questionnaire because they did. However, the questions were insightful.

Collin watched Meg before she left. There were only two questions on his mind: "What is the sexiest piece of lingerie she has?" "What would I need to do to see her in and out of it?"

 

[pregfet2009]

"Whoa, whoa. Collin, we have the entire night. " Meg says, laughing softly.
"So, this is what you're like, when you're actually interested in a girl?" She teases.
"Born in Atlanta. Moved to Seattle, for college. Graduated magna cum laude, with a degree in business management, and communications. Double major. Are you interviewing me for a job?"She asks, raising her eyebrow, before arriving to her apartment building. "Give me 35 minutes."

 

[Dreamwalker85]

"Forgive me, but I've been on five dates and you're the most interesting lady I've left with," Collin joked back, but the facts were completely true. Meg WAS the most interesting person he left with. It was a sad look at how his dating life was going.

Then she joked with him about the job, "Well, I'm sure I could use a personal assistant if you're interested, but I find some of the psychology questions we fielded for HR to be a lot more telling than 'Hey, what's your sign?'" He was just being honest there. Meg was still quite impressive to him.

He watched Meg leave. She may have felt how his eyes were on her ass and legs. Collin waited in the car occasionally looking to see if lights were on in a window, he secretly hoped the window was open for a peak at something...anything. Plus it would have helped passed the time for him.

 

[pregfet2009]

A light turns on, in an apartment, on the second floor. Meg's silhouette is shown, with her arms over her head, pulling the shirt off that she had on, and she walks away from that window, and clicks on another light, in her room, that has a set of sliding glass doors. She had forgotten that she had left the drapes open, and anyone with curiosity, could look in and see. The light eggplant colored lace bra, comes off, and is cast to the side. Meg's breasts, were not too large, a solid C cup, but they were round and perky. She turns around, not thinking, and after getting her pants unbuttoned, she bends over,pulling the pants off, giving anyone watching a pretty view of her bald pussy. She turns, leaning, and pulling out a new set of undergarments, she leaves the room, for a few minutes. She comes back, with a towel wrapped around her lithe body.After dropping her towel, she puts on the already chosen undergarments. She goes to her closet, and slides on a modest, but curve hugging, black dress. She slides her feet into a pair of 2inch white pair of heels. She puts her lipstick, license, keys, and phone into a white clutch, and lays it on her dresser. She puts some diamond earrings in, clasping them in place. Looking in the mirror, she nods at herself, in approval of her work.Grabbing her clutch, she turns out the lights and comes out, locking her apartment door. She steps out, onto the street.

 

[Dreamwalker85]

Collin's eyes became glued on that window. Sure, it was a little ways away but it was quite a sight. Everything about Meg's body made his mouth salivate. Were or not, he was picturing her on all fours begging and screaming for him while he was pushing against that ass he saw. His mind filled in the blanks of how her body would have looked while he thrust himself deep into her warm core. Everything about it was divine and nearly made his consciousness drift too far away from reality.

He watched every detail until she held out a dress. Pulling his eyes away the man finally gave her some privacy. Staring ahead the man just looked out into the night as he sat in the car. Crossing his arms Collin tried to sink into his car chair. When Meg came up to the car he unlocked the car.

Once inside he turned on thecar that came to life with the turn of a key. Although, the man didn't start driving until Meg was buckled in. Starting off Collin asked, "How do you like your steak anyway?" The question was asked nervously as the man was enough of a straight shooter to admit what was seen. If she asked him something about that subject matter it was going to come out.

 

[pregfet2009]

"Am I overdressed?" Meg asks, nervous, because she's not been anywhere too nice, at least in the league of Collin Blackwell.
"I like my steak medium well, closer to medium. Most of my friends think it gross that I like my steak so uncooked." Meg steals a glance at Collin's face.
"Is everything okay?" She asks, concerned.

 

[Dreamwalker85]

"You're dressed just fine," Collin said with an honest smile. Then news of how she liked her steak done came. That was their first difference. He was a medium-rare to medium, with it being closer to medium. All other beef he liked in the range Meg said. So, that was their first difference kind of.

From there he was driving off. When she asked about his face the man sighed. "I wish I could tell you I was a gentleman. I'm married to my work. When I say I have to pull out my calendar to figure out the last time I was with a woman it's not an exaggeration. There might even be two calendars used. Your bedroom window was open. I saw everything as you changed. If I'm being perfectly honest, if the date goes well even if the night only ends with a kiss those thoughts will make sure I don't make it to bed without moaning," if Collin couldn't have been a gentleman he was going to be honest at the very least.

He looked at the woman for a moment wondering how she was going to take the news. It wasn't every day a guy that liked you admitted to peeping on you then confessed to liking it so much masturbation was going to happen. She was going to be the subject of those thoughts.

Just in case he said, "If you want to be taken home instead I can turn the car around. I'll never contact you again if that knowledge frightens you."

 

[pregfet2009]

A deep blush crosses her face.
"Well, I can say that I've never been told that. If you're a gentleman the rest of the night, I might, just might make it worthwhile. Only, if you're a gentleman, the rest of the night." She smiles, with a mysterious look.

 

[Dreamwalker85]

Meg took it in stride and that shocked Collin. He was expecting her to be offended. Most people would have been offended in these circumstances. Then the mysterious incentive was given.

"Any hints? I'm told I could be better when I'm bad," his eyes were on the road. Right now, Collin was just covering his basis so questions were coming out to her. "Does that mean you wish for me to order for you? If so, then you have to tell me a lot of your food preferences. I believe everyone has different tastes. And I do not wish to order you something that would offend them. While I'm a gentleman I do not wish for your evening to be bad because I ordered you the wrong cut of meat," that was the rub. So many different books, ideals and even traditions had different definition of fancy, hospitality and what it meant to be a gentleman or lady. There were some constants that he didn't ask about. However, there were a few concerns.

They stopped at a place called Vernon's Speakeasy. Despite the tacky name and the theme, for lack of better words, Vernon's had quite the reputation and it was well earned. It was a solid two to three star restaurant depending on who you asked. Most people called it a two-star, but there were enough supporters for the latter.

Inside the decor was mostly black. Both the front and back walls were black, the back area had a small alcove, as were the wooden chairs including their leather padding, table cloths, foundation pillars, bar stools and chairs were all black. What wasn't black were the plates and napkins that were white, the clear glasses and the side walls that weren't covered by foundation pillars. The side walls were a light brown, sandy brown color. The bartop itself was a burgundy color.

On the back walls in the cove area was a layer of light brown accent painting near the accent were various paintings. The side walls had a couple themselves. Everything was in the motif of the 20s and 30s, as the place used to have a hidden speak easy during prohibition. The wait staff was encouraged to dress in their finest clothing matching the motiff. So black suits with everything else black. The waitresses looked like flapper girls. A couple of plus light grey chairs were around the place. Vernon's had a side room that was used as a cigar lounge. Cigars even had their own pages in the drinks menu. Another that that made Vernon's stand out was the quality of their food along with the chefs. The owner had good tastes when it came to food at least.

Collin brought Meg here because it wasn't as overwhelming as some of the other places he could have taken her. Yet it was just enough of the taste of the finer things. Yes, Collin was a gentleman. He told her to wait when they had parked so he could open the car door for her. The door to the restaurant was held open, and her chair was pulled out too.

After pulling out her chair he waited for her to sit in it, and he pushed her to the table like she was a feather. Whispering in her ear, "You're the most beautiful woman here. Women will envy you. Men will stare at you with lust, myself included," he blew against her ear then pulled away. She didn't say he couldn't be a tease.

When the waiter came the man blanked on her favorite drinks so he had a backup, "A water for me. The lady would like a water. A glass of your best red wine. A glass of your best white whine. A fuzzy navel. And a coke. Whatever she does not drink you can give to the chef as a courtesy," it was still technically ordering for her.

 

[pregfet2009]

"The only 2 things that you don't do for me, is walk and go to the bathroom. Simple and straightforward, is my food philosophy. I love grilled asparagus and a baked potato with my ribeye." She says.
They enter Vernon's, and Meg's eyes took in the entire scene.
"This is lovely, Collin." Meg whispers, after they are seated, and the drinks order was placed.

 

[Dreamwalker85]

"I was hoping you'd like it," when the waiter came over Collin had the orders ready. "Porter House. Medium Rare. Bisquets. Mashed Potatoes. Small Spinach salad for me. The lady will have the biggest ribeye you have. Between medium and medium-well. A smidge of pink, but closer to the latter. She will have the mash as well and your asparagus, thank you."

Collin handed the menus back and looked at Meg. He was trying to impress her. Whatever this surprise was he wanted it. She could see it in his eyes.

 

[pregfet2009]

"4 out of 5. Mashed potatoes?" She quirks an eyebrow at him. She gives a look as if to say, 'Were you paying attention to what I said, or were you thinking of what my surprise is?'