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starting to rebuild my self-confidence again.
    “Are you kidding me? You’re smoking hot. I’d say screw the dinner and just take you to a hotel and fuck you all night, but I’m supposed to be acting like a gentleman.”
    Leo’s candor never fails to make me smile. He’s like a five-year-old, who says exactly what’s on his mind without any inhibitions.
    “Since you’re supposed to be acting like a gentleman, you’d better open the car door for me.”
    “I was just about to do that,” he says as he opens the passenger side door.
    I do my best to ease into the front seat, but the car is extremely low to the ground and I don’t want to split a seam or anything.
    Once we’re both seat-belted Leo turns to face me. “Thanks for going out with me.”
    I smile. “We haven’t actually gone out yet.”
    “You know what I mean. I’m glad you said yes when I asked you on a date.”
    “Well I’m glad you asked.”
    The ride to the restaurant is quiet. We both seem to be lost in our own thoughts. Mine consist of Leo sweaty and naked. “What are you thinking about?” I’m curious to know what’s going on in his head.
    He laughs. “You don’t want to know.”
    “I do actually. That’s why I asked.”
    “All I can think about is getting you out of that tight little dress you’re wearing. My dick is so hard right now I think I could cut glass with it. Aren’t you glad you asked?”
    “Honestly I’ve been thinking the same thing. Well, not exactly the same thing. I don’t have a dick, obviously. But I’ve been thinking about yours and having it inside of me.”
    “Okay, now I really want to say fuck the dinner so I can fuck you instead.”
    “But you’re trying to be a good boy, remember? And I’m trying not to be such a slut.”
    I feel a twinge of disappointment when he doesn’t try to argue with my assertion that I’m a slut. I know it’s ridiculous because that’s precisely what I am and we both know it.
    It’s quiet again the rest of the way to the restaurant. When we finally arrive I’m glad to get out of the car and get some fresh air.
    The parking lot is filled with the most expensive luxury vehicles and they all look brand new. At least Nic’s BMW fits right in. I’m not sure we will however. You know the old saying: You can put lipstick on a pig, but it’s still a pig . Leo and I are both dressed up, but neither of us are exactly high society.
    The restaurant’s décor is minimal, but extremely chic. Everything is black and white with splashes of chrome. I’m glad we both decided to wear black, because everyone else in the place looks like they dressed specifically to match the monochromatic color scheme.
    A slender young woman who looks more like a model than a hostess shows us to a table in the far back corner.   
    After we take our seats we both bury our noses in our menus. I nearly choke when I see the prices. The entrees start at fifty dollars. Some of the dishes are seventy dollars. And that doesn’t include soup or salad, which are fifteen to twenty dollars each. My meal will easily be a hundred dollars.
    “The wine list, Sir.” An older man tries to hand Leo the largest wine list I’ve ever seen. It looks more like a phonebook.
    When Leo waves him away the man actually looks insulted. “No wine?”
    “No wine,” Leo reaffirms.
    Once the man is out of earshot Leo says, “Sorry about that. Maybe I should have said something when I made the reservation.”
    I shake my head. “Don’t worry about it.” But I’m really glad he isn’t going to drink. I’m not craving right now, but I also don’t want to be tempted with booze on the table.
    After I close my menu I glance over at Leo. His menu is already shut. “So what does a girl have to do to get a ride on the back of your bike?”
    He raises an eyebrow. “Is a blowjob out of the question?”
    I can’t help but smile at his sheer audacity. “How about something that doesn’t involve your dick?”
    He laughs.