I ignored her until we reached my table. I pulled a chair out for her and I sat next to her. I smiled and fiddled with my fingers. "Actually," I said. "I come here daily, but you are the first woman that I've brought here."
I took the menu and handed her one to choose from. She gave it a cursory glance and said, "Order for us both."
"Are you allergic to anything?" I asked her.
She shook her head. "Nope," she replied. "I am only allergic to men like you." She winked and shot a sly smile in my direction.
I ordered my usual, for two, and a bottle of wine. As our appetizers arrived, we found ourselves chatting amicably, until our conversation was interrupted by one of her colleagues. He was handsome, but not more than I am. He was rich; that was obvious, from the clothing he was wearing, plus he wore a diamond necklace around his neck.
He kissed Bianca's cheeks. "Bianca!" he exclaimed. "What are you doing here? Long time no see." The guy acted as if he used to be her boyfriend. At that moment though, while I was gazing at both of them angrily, the waitress arrived at our table with our meals.
Bianca nodded and kissed the guy back. "Yes," she said. "It has been too long. How's everything been going?"
The guy stared at me for a while, and then he switched his attention back to Bianca. "Did you get married?" he wondered. "What I mean is, is this man your husband?"
Bianca turned her eyes to me, then back to the other guy. Then she diverted the topic. "So," she wondered. "Is your father still the owner of this restaurant?"
The guy nodded. "Yes and no," he replied. "Actually, he passed away years ago and now I'm the owner. I will cover the cost of your meal. I wish though, that we could meet later and catch up."
I groaned and said, "No, I will pay. Do I not look like a man to you?! If you don't mind, you should excuse us. We are not here to talk with you. We are here to have dinner together."
I spoke rudely, but I wanted to ensure that he got the point. He looked momentarily startled, but then he glared at Bianca. "And who is this, for God's sake?" he wondered, more than a little annoyed.
Bianca raised her brow and shot him a look of disgust. She said, "This man has a penis bigger than you. He will be my first and my last. Now, do as he told you to do; move your ass off or I will have him fuck you up your ass. Then again, I bet you would like his penis up your ass."
The guy cleared his throat and pulled himself away from the table immediately, more humiliated by Bianca's words than by anything that I'd said. I too was stunned though. She'd said that I would be her first and her last?! Had she meant it, or had she only said it to humiliate the other man? For sure, I did not know.
I opened my mouth to ask her but she gestured to the food. After a few bites though, she said, "I guess we should start our sessions tomorrow. I still won't let you have sex with me, at least not until you deserve me. That being said, you should still enjoy watching me masturbate and, if you're good, I may also let you finger my private parts."
The girl was playing with my brain now and the room began to spin.
I may have already seen her intimate areas, but it definitely hadn't been much of an interactive experience. I'd had gloves on, for fuck's sake! But I wouldn't hand over control of everything as easily as she thought I might. I determined that I would turn her on and make her beg on her knees for me to have sex with her! I would show her what I could do!
I nodded. "Tomorrow will do," I said. "Same time, same place, by then my clinic will be ready for your first masturbation session." Dr. Adrian.
We somehow managed to finish our dinner without saying much more to each other. The conversation was awkward, and the air between us felt heavy, but we got through it. Most of what we talked about revolved around what I could do for her during our next session, and she dropped some hints about what she might do for me in return.
It wasn't the kind of conversation that made either of us relax, but it was something to keep our minds occupied while we ate.
She had this way of turning me on, and I could tell that I probably had the same effect on her. Maybe it was because she had never explored her own body before that she didn't fully understand what a real orgasm could feel like. Or maybe she just thought she was stronger and more in control than she actually was. Every now and then, I would glance over at her, and when I let my eyes linger on her body, I noticed the way she would shiver slightly. She wasn't as unaffected as she tried to appear.
After dinner, I drove her back to her car. She seemed eager to leave, hopping into her car as quickly as possible. Before she left, though, she promised to call me before coming to the session tomorrow. It seemed important to her, so we exchanged phone numbers. It felt like a small step in building trust between us, even though the whole situation was new and strange.