Chapter 3: Dinner With Bill

After a 45 minute ride the taxi dropped me off at the pre-arranged meeting place - a Japanese steak house on the north side of the city. During the trip I tried to figure out why he had chosen this location as it seemed rather unusual for such a date. Although I had never been to this particular restaurant I knew the type and there wasn’t a great deal of privacy. There was a fine line between playing around in public and getting arrested for indecency!

When I got out of the taxi I looked around and saw a guy approaching me and waving to me. I had a general idea of what Bill looked like from his profile but it was immediately obvious that if this was him then someone had been embellishing things a bit - more than just a bit actually. My guess was the “real” Bill was about ten years older and forty pounds heavier than the guy described in the profile. He wasn’t ugly but certainly no spring chicken and not 38 by any means!

“Kelly?” he inquired with a broad smile as he approached. Well, how many other twenty year-old girls got dropped off here by taxi? Odds were good I was who he was waiting for! I just stood there and stared at him without saying a word. Frankly, I was waiting for an explanation and wanted him to know right off the bat that I wasn’t pleased with the deception.

His face sort of drooped and I could tell that he was getting the message loud and clear. “Sorry, I guess you’re upset with me. Look ... if you want to call this off I understand.”

I turned up the side of my mouth to try and give a decision-making look. “C’mon; let’s go inside where it’s warm so we can talk.”

He opened the door for me like a gentleman should and we entered the lobby area where he checked on his dinner reservation and found we had about a twenty minute wait. The place was packed and I was pleased to notice that I was getting some pretty good looks from most of the guys there - especially a few of the husbands.

I wanted to laugh when I saw one harried wife trying to corral three little brats when she must have caught her straying husband staring at my ass because she gave him a stiff elbow in the side. She whispered something in his ear and he quickly turned away. Then she looked back over at me with a clear “stay away from my husband” look which thrilled me more than she could have imagined. I really wasn’t interested in her husband but now I would have loved to catch him on the way to the restroom, just to prove I could have him if I wanted. Oh well, let her have him.

Bill didn’t want to just stand around so we went over to the bar area and were lucky to catch a couple just leaving so we grabbed their seats at a small table to wait. A waitress stopped by and I asked for a Diet Coke while he ordered a Japanese beer. He turned from the waitress when she left and finally we had a moment to ourselves. Bill started to talk to me with a sheepish look on his face.

“OK, so I used a picture of me when I was younger and I lied about my age and a few personal things. Bottom line, are we still on for tonight?” he asked.

This was great! I really didn’t mind the way he looked but now I was in control of the situation from the very start so I was going to milk it for all I could. I sipped my drink and replied, “Well, what else have you lied about? You said this was your first time but is this something you do regularly? Damn, are you even married? Tell me, how do I trust anything you say now?”

He sort of grimaced and I couldn’t help but wonder if I had gone a bit too far with the bitchy tone. After all, he WAS a paying client and if he dropped me then I could be held responsible for his fee and I couldn’t afford that! Besides, technically I was not under any obligation to have sex with him. My agency made no agreements regarding anything other than dinner and a night on the town. Anything beyond that was totally between the client and me. If I was in this just for the money I would have probably resigned myself to dinner and called it a night. In my case however I was here because I wanted the sex just as much if not more than he did. To go home with an empty pussy would kill me!

“Sorry,” I said in a more conciliatory tone, “That was mean of me. Why don’t you promise to just tell me the truth from now on and let’s try starting over again.”

Bill looked relieved but based on the results of my previous escorts I knew there was one more matter to settle before we went any further. Better to get it over now than to worry about it later.

“Umm, Bill, about tonight,” I said softly, “You realize you only paid the agency for me to have dinner with you, right? If you would like to tip me though I’m sure you’ll be happy with everything.”

Fortunately Bill appeared to have been expecting this because he nodded and reached into his coat pocket to draw out an envelope which he gave me. I sneaked a look inside and saw five crisp $100 dollar bills. I folded it in half and then slipped it into my purse. Well, the deal was struck and it was up to me deliver so I looked up and smiled at him.

“Why thank you Bill, I appreciate this very much. Mmmmmmm, you’re a generous man.”

We chatted about everyday things, the weather and other small talk until the hostess came to say our table was ready. She led us to a large table at the very back of the room where six other people were seated, directing Bill and me to the empty chairs on one side. Next to us around the corner was an older couple that looked to be in their sixties while the remaining seats were taken up by a family with two kids that looked to be ten and twelve or so plus one cute boy in a high chair.

I was pleased to see that both husbands were taking a good long look at me as I sat down. I almost giggled as for the second time already that night a wife elbowed her husband and whispered something in his ear. It was the older couple and he quickly stopped looking my way but I had a feeling he would be stealing a glimpse whenever he could.

Bill looked proud as a peacock although the truth of the matter was the others must have realized I was a hired date - I mean why else would I be with him, especially dressed the way I was? With me hanging on to his arm and his hand on my ass as we approached the table I don’t think anyone thought I was his daughter, that was for sure!

My parents have always enjoyed Japanese steakhouses so I was familiar with the routine. I ordered shrimp and chicken while Bill asked for filet mignon and shrimp. Knowing that Bill hadn’t tipped me to be a good socializer I decided to do my best to give him his money’s worth. The waitress brought out hot towels to clean up with and I used mine to pat down my neck and chest, closing my eyes and breathing out as I reached just a little lower than necessary into my blouse. My blouse spread apart as a result and I left it that way as I handed back my towel to the waitress. Bill looked over at me but his eyes were fixed on my breasts, not my eyes. I knew he was getting a good eyeful of my boobs and I hoped he liked what he saw.