The Date (Part 4)
The conclusion to my romantic encounter.
Wendy and I waited patiently for the stunning waitress to return. I sat in silence, thinking of how soft her rump had felt in my hand. How warm it was... How shapely... I suddenly realized that I was, once again fully erect. In addition, somehow my zipper had come down and I was slightly protruding from the gaping hole in my Fruit of the Looms, the tip peeking out like a entrenched soldier.
I glanced up only to find the vile hostess staring lustily at my loins from across the room, a strange smile on her bloated face. My member shrunk quickly at the mere sight of her and retreated back into my trousers like a horrified tortoise. I zipped up my pants just as a tall, lanky teenaged boy with greasy brown hair walked up to our table, drinks in hand.
"Good evening", the teen said with a nod, setting our drinks down in front of us. "I'm Toby and I'll be your waiter for the rest of the evening."
"What is the meaning of this??" I exclaimed loudly. "Where is our beautiful waitress?? What did you do with her you horrible, worthless boy??"
"Sir, please settle down." The ridiculous lad pleaded. "Holly asked not to have to wait on your table. So I'm here instead."
"Did you tell her lies about me?!?" I shouted at the awkward teen, the veins popping out on my neck.
"Sir calm down or I'll have to ask you to leave." The young fool replied. "She just said she felt uncomfortable waiting on you. Now, what can I get you folks to eat this evening?"
I was irate. I wanted to wrestle this little man to the ground and reign blows down upon him with hammer-fists until he begged and screamed for mercy. But, for the time being, I was willing to let him serve us. I was, after all, quite hungry.
From my pocket, I produced a coupon. It said "JULIPERS FAMILY DINING" in large bold letters across the top.
"I'll have the steak finger basket." I said to the stupid boy. "And she'll have anything of lesser or equal value." I handed him the coupon. He turned to Wendy.
"I'm not hungry" Wendy pouted.
"She'll have a salad." I said, stomping Wendy's toes with my heel.
"I SAID I'm not hungry!!"
"...with a light ranch dressing." I said, violently booting Wendy's shins under the table. "Don't embarrass me, woman!"
"I don't want anything except for you to take me home!!" Wendy burst into tears again. Drama queen.
There we sat, Wendy crying uncontrollably and me staring daggers at her make-up smeared face. Just as I was about to speak, the waiter stepped forward.
"I'll take you home, Miss." The uppity young lad blurted out. "I get off in five minutes."
Before the words had even left his mouth, Wendy was up out of her seat and grabbing on to the boy's arm.
"Yes!!" she pleaded. "Please, let's go!"
Before I could verbally thrash her for her disloyalty, they were already out the door. The bastard didn't even bring me my steak fingers.
I turned and walked towards the door. Apparently, my date was over. As I trudged past the front desk, a shadow moved in front of me, blocking the door. I looked up at the revolting face of the hostess, standing before me. The corners of her disgusting mouth turned up into a smile that I feared was meant to be sexual. Like a throbbing, grotesque worm, her tongue slid out of her mouth and she seductively licked her swollen lips. I instinctively gagged and for a moment, was glad that I hadn't devoured my steak finger basket. She spoke and at the sound of her voice, I gagged once again and I felt my testicles shrink closer to my body.
"Hey there...I get off in five minutes too. You wanna get out of here? Go someplace quiet?" the obese blob warbled.
Once again, I clutched my stomach and heaved.
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Later that night, as I voraciously humped away at what was probably just a fold of her skin, I realized that I didn't want a girlfriend after all. The noises that escaped her putrid mouth as I thrust into her were closely comparable to whale song and the stink that was escaping her loins was overpowering the Malaysian warrior's perfume that I had generously doused myself in earlier that evening. Her rancid stench burned my nostrils and stung my eyes and I desperately wanted to stop, run to the shower, and scrub my entire body with steel wool, but I was unable to escape from the powerful grasp of her legs, which were clamped firmly around my waist like some horrendous vice. My screams were not screams of pleasure, but of anguish and woe. Finally, when I feared that I would surely be sucked into one of her quivering sweaty folds of flesh, never to be seen or heard from again, the night came to an end.
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The next morning while the hostess, (whose name was apparently Becky) was in the restroom taking a dump, the telephone rang. I considered not answering it for fear that it would lead to another horrendous date. Apprehensively, I lifted the receiver to my ear. It was my mother.
"Hi Pumpkin! I just wanted to let you know that your aunt called me today and told me that your cousin just moved up there to the city where you are! She just moved into her place and started working last week!"
"That's great, mother." I said with non-existent enthusiasm.
"Anyway, your aunt asked if you would get together with your cousin and show her around a little bit. Her name is Becky and she works at this retro fifties diner called Juliper's."
From the bathroom came a loud splash as another turd dropped into the toilet.
I glanced up only to find the vile hostess staring lustily at my loins from across the room, a strange smile on her bloated face. My member shrunk quickly at the mere sight of her and retreated back into my trousers like a horrified tortoise. I zipped up my pants just as a tall, lanky teenaged boy with greasy brown hair walked up to our table, drinks in hand.
"Good evening", the teen said with a nod, setting our drinks down in front of us. "I'm Toby and I'll be your waiter for the rest of the evening."
"What is the meaning of this??" I exclaimed loudly. "Where is our beautiful waitress?? What did you do with her you horrible, worthless boy??"
"Sir, please settle down." The ridiculous lad pleaded. "Holly asked not to have to wait on your table. So I'm here instead."
"Did you tell her lies about me?!?" I shouted at the awkward teen, the veins popping out on my neck.
"Sir calm down or I'll have to ask you to leave." The young fool replied. "She just said she felt uncomfortable waiting on you. Now, what can I get you folks to eat this evening?"
I was irate. I wanted to wrestle this little man to the ground and reign blows down upon him with hammer-fists until he begged and screamed for mercy. But, for the time being, I was willing to let him serve us. I was, after all, quite hungry.
From my pocket, I produced a coupon. It said "JULIPERS FAMILY DINING" in large bold letters across the top.
"I'll have the steak finger basket." I said to the stupid boy. "And she'll have anything of lesser or equal value." I handed him the coupon. He turned to Wendy.
"I'm not hungry" Wendy pouted.
"She'll have a salad." I said, stomping Wendy's toes with my heel.
"I SAID I'm not hungry!!"
"...with a light ranch dressing." I said, violently booting Wendy's shins under the table. "Don't embarrass me, woman!"
"I don't want anything except for you to take me home!!" Wendy burst into tears again. Drama queen.
There we sat, Wendy crying uncontrollably and me staring daggers at her make-up smeared face. Just as I was about to speak, the waiter stepped forward.
"I'll take you home, Miss." The uppity young lad blurted out. "I get off in five minutes."
Before the words had even left his mouth, Wendy was up out of her seat and grabbing on to the boy's arm.
"Yes!!" she pleaded. "Please, let's go!"
Before I could verbally thrash her for her disloyalty, they were already out the door. The bastard didn't even bring me my steak fingers.
I turned and walked towards the door. Apparently, my date was over. As I trudged past the front desk, a shadow moved in front of me, blocking the door. I looked up at the revolting face of the hostess, standing before me. The corners of her disgusting mouth turned up into a smile that I feared was meant to be sexual. Like a throbbing, grotesque worm, her tongue slid out of her mouth and she seductively licked her swollen lips. I instinctively gagged and for a moment, was glad that I hadn't devoured my steak finger basket. She spoke and at the sound of her voice, I gagged once again and I felt my testicles shrink closer to my body.
"Hey there...I get off in five minutes too. You wanna get out of here? Go someplace quiet?" the obese blob warbled.
Once again, I clutched my stomach and heaved.
===============
Later that night, as I voraciously humped away at what was probably just a fold of her skin, I realized that I didn't want a girlfriend after all. The noises that escaped her putrid mouth as I thrust into her were closely comparable to whale song and the stink that was escaping her loins was overpowering the Malaysian warrior's perfume that I had generously doused myself in earlier that evening. Her rancid stench burned my nostrils and stung my eyes and I desperately wanted to stop, run to the shower, and scrub my entire body with steel wool, but I was unable to escape from the powerful grasp of her legs, which were clamped firmly around my waist like some horrendous vice. My screams were not screams of pleasure, but of anguish and woe. Finally, when I feared that I would surely be sucked into one of her quivering sweaty folds of flesh, never to be seen or heard from again, the night came to an end.
=================
The next morning while the hostess, (whose name was apparently Becky) was in the restroom taking a dump, the telephone rang. I considered not answering it for fear that it would lead to another horrendous date. Apprehensively, I lifted the receiver to my ear. It was my mother.
"Hi Pumpkin! I just wanted to let you know that your aunt called me today and told me that your cousin just moved up there to the city where you are! She just moved into her place and started working last week!"
"That's great, mother." I said with non-existent enthusiasm.
"Anyway, your aunt asked if you would get together with your cousin and show her around a little bit. Her name is Becky and she works at this retro fifties diner called Juliper's."
From the bathroom came a loud splash as another turd dropped into the toilet.
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