Smoke and Mirrors by Margaret McHeyzer

regardless of what I say or do. But tonight, I’m not going to let her go. Not without taking her home to fuck every way I possibly can.
    “What if I want to eat my dinner off you?” I say as look up at her.
    God, she’s fucking beautiful. Long, dark hair, and dark, sun-kissed, deliciously smooth skin. I can see straight through to her soul in the reflection of her eyes, they’re so deep and expressive. And dear Lord, those lips! Plump and firm, and just plain fuckable.
    She huffs and rolls her eyes at me.
    “I’d stop that if I were you, because you’re making me hard and you’ll have to crawl under the table and suck me off.”
    She laughs at me! Does she not realize how damn frustrating she is?
    “Or how about I run my tongue deep inside your cunt?” I say.
    This time, she doesn’t laugh or even roll her eyes at me. She simply smiles.
    “Sir, you’ve tried everything. Is this your last ditch effort?”
    “Far from it. I’m only warming up.”
    “Anyway, what would you like for dinner?” Asia taps her foot and tilts her head to the side, just challenging me with a look. One that tells me I’m wasting my time.
    She clearly doesn’t know me well – it’s obvious. Because I go after what I want and I get whatever my heart (and cock) desires. And tonight, they both desire her.
    “Fine, bring me dinner.”
    “And that would be what?” She smirks.
    “You, naked, spread out on the table, legs apart, with a streak of chocolate so I can lick it off you.”
    “And your second choice,” she quickly responds, not missing a beat.
    “I’ll fuck your ass, but I prefer to lick your pussy first.”
    “Lobster it is,” Asia says as she turns on her hot heels and leaves me.
    I sit back and enjoy the sway of her ass as her pencil skirt hugs the contours of her cheeks, and admire the length of her toned legs.
    Soon, I’ll fuck her and that pert little behind, and then I’ll get over this stupid obsession I have with her. Pffft, who am I kidding? I’ll never be over my fixation with her.
    Moments later, another waitress approaches, her smile big and her eyes say she’s been sent to me as a challenge by Asia.
    “Sir, can I get you another beverage?” she asks, all sweet and innocent, a twinkle in her eye and her pearly whites displayed in a quite attractive smile.
    I lean back in my chair, look her up and then let my gaze travel all the way down to her ugly, cheap shoes.
    “Where’s Asia?”
    “She’s on her break.”
    “She’s on her break, now?”
    “Yes, sir,” she purrs, trying to sound sexy but all she’s doing is sounding like a desperate loser.
    “Is she still in the restaurant?” I bring the tumbler to my lips to find it’s empty. “Bring me a scotch, neat. Top shelf.”
    “I’ll be back in a moment with your drink, sir.” She licks her lips and attempts a sexy lip curl, but she looks tacky, and nowhere near sensual. She ignored my question regarding Asia’s whereabouts.
    I stand and go to the rest room, though what I’m actually doing is trying to find Asia. As I walk down the hallway toward the bathrooms, Asia comes out of the ladies’ room, crying.
    She moves to pass me, but I grab her by the upper arm and stop her.
    “What’s wrong?” I ask. Asia looks down, her face red as tears fall freely from her pretty brown eyes.
    “Nothing,” she says and tries to snatch her arm away from me to leave.
    I drag her into the female bathroom and lock the door behind us.
    “What are you doing? You can’t be in here.” She looks nervous, her eyes darting to and fro.
    “Go check to see if there’s anyone in the stalls.” Asia stands still, she appears so lost. “Now,” I bark at her. She startles and cowers back, trying to melt into the wall. I take a deep breath, and try to soften my voice, “Could you please check to see if there’s anyone in the stalls?”
    She’s pissed me off. First she rejects me, then she refuses to tell me what the hell is wrong with her. But finally, she