Chapter 11
After a morning spent having sex with Sally, Drew found that she was ravenously hungry. Sometime around noon she left the blonde and went down to the Yellow Rose's buffet restaurant for lunch.
The line to enter the restaurant was short. Only pensioners and retirees frequented Laughlin during the week, and they were not as numerous as the weekend tourists. She paid her money at the counter and walked towards the hostess, who would seat her.
"How many in your party?" the hostess asked.
Drew held up a finger. "Just one."
"No, two."
Drew turned around swiftly at the sound of Brian's voice. Only it wasn't Brian standing there. It was someone different, yet not unwelcome.
"I would have thought the high-priced gourmet restaurants would be more to your taste, Mr. Pook."
He smiled. "Occasionally, I enjoy mingling with the lower classes."
"Am I to assume that I'm low class?"
"No," he said, very seriously, "you're too good-looking to be low class."
Drew could not think of an appropriately witty response, so she just whispered, "Thanks."
"I'd like to join you for lunch, if it's not a problem."
Drew already felt her loins quivering in response to the man's presence. He was so handsome, and his eyes were uncannily like Brian's.
"No, it wouldn't be a problem at all, Mr. Pook."
"Tony. Call me Tony."
She smiled. She couldn't help herself.
"Okay, Tony."
The two followed the hostess to their table.
"Your waitress will be along shortly to take your beverage orders," she said, then departed.
They waited. The waitress-short, chubby, and bored-faced-arrived a minute later. Tony tried to order champagne but was refused.
"It's not on the buffet menu, sir."
"That's okay. I'll pay extra for it."
"I'm sorry, sir, it's not on the buffet menu."
He became a bit miffed. "Do you know who I am? I'm Anthony J. Pook! I gamble millions of dollars in this town every year, so the least you could do is give me some champagne."
She shook her head, blandly adamant. "I'm sorry, sir, but champagne is not on the buffet menu. Would you like to talk to the manager?"
Her eyes flashed at him as if that was some kind of threat. Tony sighed, suddenly tired of the whole thing.
"Never mind. I suppose it's not that important. I'll just have a Coke."
"Me too," Drew said. She had to suppress her amusement at the scene that had just taken place.
The waitress departed to fill their orders.
"If I had talked to her manager, I could have had her fired," Tony grumbled. "I should have had her fired."
"It's aggravating dealing with the lower classes, isn't it?"
"Yes," he agreed, too preoccupied with his thoughts of revenge to realize she was needling him.
"Perhaps next time you'll stick to your gourmet restaurants, where they'll treat you like the royalty you are."
He looked at her suddenly, spotting an opening. "Will you have dinner with me tonight?"
She smiled. "That depends on how lunch goes. Come on, I'm starved."
They rose and joined the food line, nicking up plates along the way. Tony was ahead of Drew and she watched him pick through the food. An expression of mild disgust was on his face, and hardly anything went on his plate. Abruptly. Drew giggled.
He turned to look at her. "What's so funny?"
"You are."
"Me?"
"Yes. You look so ridiculous standing there in your expensive three-piece suit sniffing through food that is obviously beneath you."
He looked around him. Most of the elderly patrons in line wore baggy trousers and T-shirts with gaudy designs and messages on them.
"Yes, I guess I do."
"Why don't you admit that the only reason you're here is because I am?" she teased.
"I have no trouble admitting that at all."
His frankness caught Drew off guard. She could think of no more teasing remarks after that. In silence, they returned to their table with loaded plates. Tony sat beside her rather than opposite her, which she thought odd. He did not touch his food, preferring instead to watch Drew eat hers, his chin propped up by his hand and arm. After a few minutes, Drew became unnerved by his constant study of her.
"Aren't you going to eat?" she asked.
"No."
"Why not?"
"I've already eaten. In fact, you were passing by my restaurant when I came out."
"So you followed me?"
He nodded. Then he put his hand on the bare flesh of her thigh, close to her naked cunt (for she still wore no underwear), and leaned over to whisper in her ear. "I want you, babe. I want you desperately. Tonight."
Drew shivered. "Tonight? Why not now?"
Her breath was coming hot and fast. That hand on her thigh stimulated her. She was ready to fuck this man on the table.
"The action is always hottest at night."
"Oh."
Drew could think of nothing more to say after that. This man had a way of tying her tongue up into knots. She allowed him to stroke her smooth skin, enjoying the warmth and tingling generated by his touch.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh," she sighed.
His hungry eyes bored into hers as he massaged her, filled with promises of greater pleasures to come.