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to mention beautiful,” he
said. “I’ve always liked a woman with a little flesh on her. Maybe it’s the
predator in me.”
    She didn’t quite know what to say
to that, especially since his hand crept to her right breast. He pulled the
flimsy material of her dress away to reveal her nipple, which was already
swelling under his touch. His thumb and forefinger went to this exposed nipple,
and he started to rub it back and forth, back and forth.
    A molten contraction went through
her pussy and she shuddered. How many times have they had sex already tonight?
It seemed that he wasn’t satiated yet.
    They were interrupted by the
drawing of the curtain.
    A young man dressed in only a
loincloth appeared at the doorway. His bare skin was bronzed and the bulge in
his white loincloth very pronounced.
    “Good evening,” he said, “I am
your waiter for the – ”
    He stopped short when he saw his
dinner guests.
    Kate raised her eyes to the
waiter’s face and her gut shriveled within her abdomen.

 
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    “Kate?” The waiter said. “What
are you doing here . . . ?”
    Then he saw Rust and he said,
“Oh.”
    Everyone in the room clearly
recognized one another. Kate held the glowering face of Carlo Estez, whose body
was mostly nude. She almost forgot that her nipple was completely exposed.
    But then, Carlo had already seen
her almost naked. Carlo had touched those very breasts and nipples on display
now.
    Rust made no attempt to shield
her breast from Carlo’s questing eyes. He said, without inflection in his
voice, “Perhaps you’d care to give us the menus for tonight.”
    Kate held her breath. Her eyes
darted from Rust to Carlo. So Rust was going to play it cool, although he
clearly knew what Carlo was doing here. Was this the waiter’s job Carlo had hinted
at to her? The place he dearly loved to take her to?
    What was this place anyway? What
did it entail . . . being here?
    She could see the Adam’s apple on
Carlo’s throat moving.
    “Yes, of course,” Carlo finally
said. So he was going to play it cool as well. “I have brought the menus, sir.”
    Indeed, he held a couple of large
menus in his hand. He walked in and handed one to Rust and herself.
    “Sir,” he said deferentially,
“Miss.”
    He stood there, his beautiful
bronzed body at attention. She had seen him naked before, of course. But she
still felt discomfited at his state of undress and at her own. She made to pull
back the material of her dress to cover her exposed teat, but Rust stopped her.
    “Don’t,” he cautioned. “You’re
beautiful this way. You don’t ever have to be ashamed of your body. Our waiter
isn’t ashamed of his. Are you now?”
    He directed this at Carlo.
    After a beat, Carlo said, “No.
Can I help you with the menu selections, sir?”
    Kate stared at the menu in front
of her, but did not dare say anything.
    “I’ll order for the both of us,”
Rust said. “We’re famished. Aren’t you, my beloved?”
    He tweaked her nipple again and
pulled at a tendril of her hair. All his gestures were tender, loving.
    “Yes,” she said.
    A large part of her was excited
to be on display like this, and yet another part of her – albeit a smaller
part – was shocked at her own boldness, her wantonness.
    Rust perused the menu as Carlo
waited.
    “Let’s see . . . do you have any
recommendations, waiter?”
    “I would recommend the Japanese
set tonight, sir. It would suit your particular . . . tastes.”
    “Very well. And bring some sake along, that’s a good man.”
    “Yes, sir.” Carlo paused. “Will
that be all you are ordering, sir?” He seemed nervous for some reason.
    Rust eyed him steadfastly and
said, “Yes. That will be all I need.”
    Carlo left. Kate squirmed in her
seat. Rust fingered her nipple again.
    “You’re beautiful, Kate,” he
said. “I want you to show the rest of yourself to me.”
    She laughed lightly. “You mean
here?”
    “Yes. This is a private
restaurant, and we are mostly shifters here.