My Girlfriend's Blowjobs Are Legendary! Too Bad Their Not Just For me... Chapter 3- First Date, First Client (Patreon)

Updates from the old story: (There aren't as much as this is near the final version I was using before)

Better flow

More jokes

Explaining Luca's POV a bit better

Inner thoughts of characters

Chapter 3

One unsullied pair of pants and an uber later and we were standing in front of Dolce Notte. Nora hadn’t even given the stunned uber driver a second thought. Just yelling out a “Dank je” as she dragged me out of the car behind her. It felt like I was walking a Saint Bernard that was tugging on their leash the entire way through the parking lot.

Nora is very food motivated, I say again.

“You will love,” she called over her shoulder. “I promise! I have want take you here for so long now. Is my favorite food!”

The moment we stepped inside, I was hit with a wave of sensation. The warm, rich smells of roasted garlic, fresh bread, exotic wines, and spices swirled around us. Clinking glasses and soft bursts of laughter filled the air and layered on top of it was an instrumental melody that seemed to emanate from every corner.

Very fancy. Wait… I’ve said this before. I sense an ongoing theme starting with these places Nora is taking me.

“Isn’t place romantic?”

I heard the fluttering heart tone in her voice as she asked me that, but looking around I just thought it was dark.

Very dark.

“Oh umm… It feels romantic? I like the music? It’s not too loud so I can still hear where everyone is. And it smells great in here, that’s for sure.”  I chuckled, trying to lighten the mood as I felt two very tall eyeballs staring down at me.

“Oh kut. Is too dark in here, ja? No even think about that. Luca, I sorry. Want go someplace else? I know brighter restaurants in town?”

Nora’s once chipper voice had instantly dropped, clearly feeling self-conscious about the decision she had hyped up all the way here.

“No, it’s fine. I can still see the tables and everything, just uh… hmm.” I paused as I looked around the restaurant. Candlelight flickered from every table like little islands of light in a pitch black sea. I could see silhouettes of what I thought was the staff drifting from one soft glow to the next, floating between those little beacons of light like boats sent out to sea to deliver… well garlic bread I guess?

“It should be bright enough for me to get by. And besides, I come prepared now!” I grinned, giving her hand a quick squeeze to reassure her before reaching into my back pocket for my collapsable cane.

Shlink.

“Huh, dat was pretty cool. So Luca is okay with cane?”

“Uh… I mean. Sorta kinda? A little help would definitely be nice. But I’m used to ahh… Well restaurants are usually hard for me anyways. Sadly, romantic ambiance is not usually very Luca friendly. That’s why I try to keep my cane on me now.” I said, making a little show of holding out my arm for her to hold on to.

I could feel her eyes rolling at my act as her arm found its way around my waist and pulled me in close. And as an unplanned bonus, even if I had to endure Nora practically wrapping herself around me in public again, my cock would at least get a momentary reprieve from her beauty in this place.

“I see… Haven’t seen you use cane yet Luca. But table be close. You trust, ja? I help keep you safe. Tonight, I be… Oh! Tuurlijk! I be your escort! Or well, different type escort...”

I swear I could feel her grin against my skin at that dumb joke as she squeezed my hand again.

Ah yes, I am easily becoming air Nora’s number one customer. I’ll be a frequent flier at this rate. I wonder what perks that gives me…? Probably something to do with head… Yep. Definitely that for in-flight entertainment.

“I mean you are my escort after all.” I grinned back at her as I switched grips on my cane from a pencil grip to a palm grip, using it more as a shield or walking stick now instead of a probe.

(Writers note here as I break your immersion just like in the prologue: There is a third leg joke that should be made here about Luca’s cane, but I’m keeping it classy in honor of Dolce Notte’s atmosphere.)

“Perfect. I lead.”

And just like that her arms wrapped themselves around my own protectively. No, possessively as we made our way inside.

God she felt so soft… So much for giving my cage a break.

“Now just follow. Play cool, ja? You undercover as not blind boy with me. I’m just be clingy girl you take out to impress. We get table first. You see woman behind uhh… how say. Wood thing?”

“Yes? Well sort of?” My eyebrow raised, unsure of where she was going with this.

“Perfect. Ask lady in…”

I felt three of her fingers squeeze my arm, then two, then one.

A silent countdown.

“Hello, umm... We’re looking for a table for two?” I asked, trying to sound as confident as one can be when talking to a living shadow.

“Of course, sir. Right this way.”

The hostess moved gracefully from her stand, for us to follow.

“Ga, mijn lief.” Nora’s voice cooed into my ear. Her breath sending a shiver down my spine as we followed the hostess deeper into the restaurant.

True to her word, Nora stayed glued to my side. Her chest brushed against my arm with every step, soft and firm, a constant reminder of just how close we were. And then there was her scent. Floral and sweet, she had definitely sprayed something when I wasn’t looking. But there was still that faint musky aroma from our earlier romp. Thank you, blindness, for heightening every other sense.

It was completely unraveling my ability to focus. Being in low light situations like this had always heightened my already sharp senses, and having her this close… serving as my only lifeline… I could feel the heat between my legs building as that familiar dull ache began again.

Her tits are pressing against my shoulder so hard right now… Fuck they feel so heavy. She smells so good too…

Normally, I’d walk slowly, carefully. Feeling every step. Trying not to bump into anything or more importantly anyone. But tonight, with Nora’s arm around me and her body squeezed to my side, I was moving with ease. Whether it was from trust, her scent putting me in a trance, or the maddening pressure she kept unknowingly applying to my shoulder with that insane chest of hers serving as a frustrating distraction, I couldn’t tell. All I knew was that she made me feel completely safe.

And just like that we came to a stop.

I heard the soft scrape of her nails dragging along the leather of a chair next to me, subtly letting me know where my seat was. Then she released me with a soft, proud sigh and thanked the hostess.

“Of course miss. I’ll be back to get your orders soon. And would you like one of our menu’s in brail sir?” I heard the waitress asking next to me as I felt around the edges of the chair.

“Oh uh… No thank you, I’m good.”

Hmm… I’ve never been offered that at a restaurant before. Very inclusive. Cool.

“Alright then. Please enjoy.” The servers voice sang out pleasantly as her footsteps faded away into the dark.

“So, what think?” Nora asked, slinging her bunny backpack over the chair across from me, claiming it for herself. “I do good job, ja? Very smooth. Stealth. Like spy movie. No one know we undercover. Until end. Cover blown. Have to shoot way out now.”

She leaned forward into the candlelight so I could see her grinning and striking a pose with tiny finger guns.

“Haha, yeah. That was... actually really good. Usually, I bump into a ton of stuff… Even with someone around to help. But you’re kind of a natural. And the thing with your nails? Veeery stealth,” I laughed, letting my fingers trail over the back of my chair like she had done moments earlier.

“See? I am natural-born escort!” She said, sinking back into her chair with a smile, clearly proud of herself. “Too bad you wear cage on first date. Most men hire me for fuck. But boyfriend get guide tour Nora instead. Poor boy.”

“Hahaha… yeah…” I managed to laugh as I felt my cheeks turn red.

Why did I ever bring up my interest in chastity to this bombshell of a woman… And to make it even worse… Better…? She’s an actual escort too... Stupid Luca. Stupid. I could be drowning in blowjobs right now I bet if it wasn’t for my dumb horny mouth.

As the laughter died down, I could hear Nora fidgeting in her chair as if she was working up the courage for something.

So humiliating sex jokes are easy. Something serious though and she’s a nervous kitten.

“So… why not want the brail menu? If say can’t see well?”

“That actually caught me off guard. I’ve never been asked that at a restaurant before. I actually don’t know how to read brail. Since I can see half the time still, I never really felt the urge to learn. Although I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to learn while I can still see pretty well.”

“Hmm. So what exactly do you see right now lief? If you don’t mind my ask?” Nora’s voice had softened with curiosity.

“Hmm... It’s kind of hard to explain. Like, I can see you. Sort of. I can definitely see your teeth whenever you start grinning at me like earlier,” I said, pointing towards her. “It’s… like that old Alice in Wonderland cartoon. You know the part with the Cheshire Cat?”

“Ja?” she asked, tilting her head.

“It’s like that moment when it’s disappearing into the woods with just the eyes and the mouth floating there.”

“Oh! Like this?” she grinned, lowering her head and slowly leaning back into her chair until only the glow of her devilish smile remained.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Yes, exactly! And when you lean in close, I can see your face clearly, but it’s like we’re sitting around a campfire. The candles are giving that kind of glow. Like telling ghost stories with a flashlight under your chin vibes.”

Nora raised an eyebrow and leaned close again, her long hair brushing the table like a curtain around her.

“Ready for scary story, Mr. Luca?” she whispered, her boot sliding against my foot under the table like a sly predator stalking its prey. “I tell famous Norwegian tale. Story of cute boy who give beautiful woman key to heart... Fall madly in love but woman have accident. Lose key to heart on wedding night. Frantic boy try find but can’t and spend rest of night with head between her legs and have accept fate that he never cum again. Very scary story, ja?”

Her voice sent a jolt through me as I let out another nervous chuckle. I could feel the laughter getting caught in my throat as I saw the glint of silver swinging just above her cleavage. The chain. The key. My key. It hung there like a shimmering taunt, nestled between the curves of her breasts.

It was so close. So beautiful. And utterly, completely unreachable.

My throat tightened. Then I felt it. Her boot making its way up my leg, slow and deliberate, until it gently pressed against the growing tension in my pants. Right over the cage.

“Haha… um… Yeah,” I managed, shifting forward in my seat as the throbbing returned in full force under the gentle pressure of her heel. “And how does that story end?”

Nora tilted her head, twirling a lock of her hair like a girl sharing secrets at a sleepover. “Hmm... story has many endings,” she purred. “Hard remember. I think legend has… many ruined endings. Few of them very messy. But maybe… if you very good boy, I remember happy ending. One where girl find key to boy heart at long last. Share later, after dessert. ja?”

Her grin was pure mischief, devilish and knowing as her heel gently rocked against my cage with every taunting word.

Even though I let out a gulp, it didn’t stop me from pushing my chair in closer to her foot under the table.

“So, you see me as spooky story book cat. But what about rest of restaurant? What can you see in here?” Nora asked as her boot eased its pressure against me. A quiet sign that she was more focused on my answer than my frustration… For now at least.

Taking the hint, I leaned back, as far back as I could manage from the boot still resting on my chair, as I scanned the restaurant.

“Well, I can see my drink and the utensils in front of me, which I’m honestly grateful for. I can sort of make out the other tables too… Err… Well mostly just the candle blobs hovering over them. But I know candles don’t float so there be tables I’m sure. And I can tell where people are because they block the light like very impolite shadows. There’s some fancy mood lighting from the ceiling that doesn’t illuminate anything except the fact that the ceiling exists. Oh, and there’s definitely a bar. They’ve got bottles backlit with neon strips. Very rave-ey or club-ey which is cool because I’ve always wanted to go to one. I’d never survive in an actual club, of course. I’d perish immediately. But it still looks cool. I like it here.”

“Mm. You see everything for most bit… except me,” she murmured. “Maybe I should wear those silly glow necklace from club, hm? Have me be little lighthouse for you. Or…” Nora paused, grin definitely on her face as she leaned back. “Just get you leash so you can’t get lost. I think you like that one better actually.”

Nora’s giggle was cut short as she yanked her foot back so fast that she clipped the table, making the entire thing jump and our cutlery rattled. I didn’t even have time to think about what was going on, my hand instinctively shooting out to steady the glass of water in front of me. Once I was sure nothing would fall, I looked up to see Nora leaning just barely into the candlelight, eyes wide, flicking sideways to warn me about the shadow approaching our table.

The waitress arrived exactly on cue, hopefully unaware of the torture happening under the tablecloth mere moments before that had caused our table to shake.

“Here are your menus. Anything I can get you two for now?”

“No, no, is alright. Thank you,” Nora blurted just a tad too quick to be casual as she snatched her menu like she was being handed a present she wasn’t ready for. Truly the picture of innocence. If innocence wore $500 boots and aimed them at my crotch.

I waited for the shadow to slink back into the darkness before speaking.

“What was that about us being ‘very stealth, like spy movie’?” I murmured as I reached for my own menu.

“Hush.” Nora glowered from behind her laminated fortress.

We sat like that for a few minutes, Nora behind her menu humming and hawing at different options while I tried to read mine… I really did try. I angled it toward the candle. Then closer. Then further. Then tilted it like it was a steering wheel.

“Are… you okay mijn lief?” Nora asked as she peeked over her own menu.

“Yeah… Just… have to get my phone out of my pocket so I can read this thing.” I sighed in exasperation.

“Oh? Like use flashlight?” She asked after having set her own menu down to watch mem.

“No, although I’m sure I would get more stares that way. I use the phone camera to see things better when it’s too dark. You can zoom and stuff too which is nice.” I explained as I pulled my phone out.

“If easier… I can read menu out loud?” Nora offered, with that same hint of guilt mixed with protectiveness she had shown when she first realized how dark in here it was for me.

“Oh uh… Sure, I guess? If you don’t mind.”

Shaking her head, Nora reassured me. “No no. Of course not mijn lief. Part of escort duty of night. Now let see.” Nora cleared her throat as she got ready to begin.

“In tonight’s dramatic presentation,” she announced in a hushed, overly serious voice, “we open with the noble 'Antipasti.' A tale of olives, cheeses, and... meatballs. Tragic meatballs. They die for our sins.”

I nearly spit my drink out through my nose.

“Never mind,” I wheezed, coughing hard. “I think I already figured out what I was going to have ordered.”

Nora lowered the menu only enough for me to see one raised brow. “You sure? I not even reach the spicy part of… how you say… calamari love triangle.”

I shook my head, still trying to breathe properly. “Please don’t. It’s fine. I swear.”

She hummed thoughtfully as she swirled her index finger in the air, flipping the pages until finding her next mark and slamming her finger down on the page.

“Then maybe I do dessert section. Is very dramatic.”

“Nora—”

“‘Tiramisu!’” she declared in a whisper-shout, aiming the menu at me so I could see her jabbing at a certain line with her finger. “Layered story of passion… betrayal… and coffee. I know you love coffee Luca. Don’t you want hear story?”

I felt the smirk on my lips rise before I could even think to hide it. Nora was putting on this crazy show trying to cheer me up, wasn’t she. It was working though; I hate to admit.

“It’s alright. Really.”

“So must admit then. I am very helpful escort, ja?”

“Oh yes. Extremely helpful.” I said, cleaning the water I had spilled on the table.

Leaning in closer, her voice dropping to that warm, low register that always made me feel a little weightless. “And you, mijn lief… Are terrible liar. You still have no idea what you want order.”

I glanced at the mostly decorative candle, then at the dark menu, then at her. “That’s not true! This is an Italian place after all. They must have spaghetti and meatballs. Like you said, antipasta right?” I quipped back.

“But Luca! Is tragic tale! Meatballs! Unless… You pick because you can relate to sad tale of meatball?” Nora’s grin grew as her heel began inching its way back up toward my crotch. “Besides, you even know what antipasti Luca is?”

“It’s like normal pasta. But anti, right? Like if it makes contact with regular pasta, it will explode or something I’m pretty sure.” My voice wavered as I eyed the boot inching its way towards my crotch.

It’s wild how my chair keeps pushing forward on its own like this.

Nora paused mid tease, her grin cracking open into delighted disbelief.

“Anti… pasta,” she repeated slowly, as if tasting the stupidity on her tongue. “Lief, that not even close. That is… opposite of close. Is anti-close.”

I swallowed. “I was… being metaphorical.”

“No, you were being adorable,” she said, sliding her foot up until the heel tapped the front of my chair. Not touching me like before, but close enough that my pulse recognized the threat. “Antipasti just mean ‘before pasta.’ Little bites. Olives, cheese, cured meat. Things you eat so you not die before main dish arrive.”

“Oh, like an appetizer.” I croaked, my gaze stayed locked on my lap. On what was in front of my lap.

Her foot relaxed, the heel resting on the chair like it owned the place. She did have the only key to the house so to speak after all. It’s only a few inches away right now too. Maybe if I just scooch my chair up a little more…

She tilted her head, eyebrow arching high. “Yes. That word. I won’t let my boy have appetizer as meal. Here, I pick for you. Something real food. Something you actually enjoy without go boom.”

She flipped through the menu with one lazy, elegant finger.

“You get the tagliatelle al limone,” she declared. “Fresh pasta, lemon cream, basil, little Parmesan. Very light. Very good. Perfect for man who cannot see anything but still pretend he choose dish.”

“I wasn’t pretending.”

“Mm. Of course not.” She smirked, pulling her boot a few inches back again. “And tell me, Luca… why your chair coming closer to me, hm?”

I blinked at her. “Gravity?”

Her brow rose even higher, amused, and predatory.

“Ah. Yes. Gravity,” she purred. “Very strong force. Especially on you I suppose. Have those two big round meatballs dragging my boot towards them, ja?” Nora grinned as her heel found its way back to my groin, grinding against it with more and more force as if trying to prove a point.

“Mhm!” I gasped, knees trembling as my knuckles turned white from gripping the edge of the table so hard.

Fuck! Nora please…

“Mmm… I don’t know why. But I keep thinking back to tragic tale of poor meatball. Think one ending had them squished.” Nora sighed as she continued to grind her heel into my balls under the table.

“I— I think they learned their lesson!” I hissed; voice strangled from the pressure of her heel digging mercilessly into my crotch. My hands shot back, fumbling for the chair, trying to shove myself away from her ball busting heel; only to discover she’d already hooked her other foot around the chair leg. No escape. No mercy. I wasn’t going anywhere unless she let me.

Nora tilted her head, lips parting in a soft, innocent “oh?” as if she wasn’t grinding my manhood into mush beneath her boot. “But what about gravity, Luca?” she asked with far too much sweetness.

Damn you, Newton.

“I take back my statement about gravity!” I blurted, trying to save my boys from being crushed flat against the cage. “Gravity is a myth, Nora. Absolute myth. I don’t even believe in it anymore— please!”

Her heel pressed in just a hair harder. A warning. A promise.

“Mm. You doubt science now?” she murmured, leaning forward so the candlelight caught the slow curl of her smile. “Big talk from man who think antipasti is anti-pasta bomb. Think Luca type who want earth be flat, no?” She emphasized with another twist of her heel.

“That was a joke.” I squeaked.

“Was stupid,” she corrected warmly.

“I agree! Very stupid! I’m fully aligned with that assessment! Please, for the love of God.”

Nora’s eyes glowered in the dark.

“Say you won’t lie about thing you struggle with again. Want know when my boy can’t see. I want help when need.” She glared.

“I promise! I’m sorry!” I yelped instantly.

And with that her foot began to relax, barely. The pressure was slowly easing just enough for me to start catching my breath.

“Good boy,” she murmured, “I just want make sure you get what you need. No like watch you struggle.”

Well, that was a bold-faced lie considering what she had put me through up until now.

I swallowed hard, gripping the table like it was a flotation device.

“Could… could you maybe use gravity for good now?” I whimpered.

“I said need, not want Luca.” She giggled, a smile of pure delight on her face from the fact that I was still in the mood to play despite her punishment. “But we see,” She went on, heel casually resting against my bulge now to show the punishment was truly over. “Depend how you behave.”

I shifted, flustered, staring down at my lap. Even though it had hurt… I was so worked up that my hand found itself under the table, pressing her foot firmly against me again. My hips moved involuntarily, grinding against her sole with quiet desperation. If it was too much pressure before, it wasn’t nearly enough now. I needed more from her. More torture. More pleasure. More of her attention.

“Oh?” She said, eyebrow raised. “You beg me to stop one second. Then my poor boy start moving like slut under table all on his own next second. Are you that desperate for my boot, Luca? Want I walk all over you now? In public?”

Her voice was low and teasing, but her heel began to make slow, rhythmic circles as if she was trying to massage my swollen balls back to life.

Fuck that feels nice…

I couldn’t help but flush at how direct she was. Her voice was obviously mocking but the idea of her stepping on me...

“I-I can’t help it, Nora. It’s just been so long since you had me put this ca—”

“Hnng!” My voice was cut short by a sudden yelp of shock.

Her boot had dug in suddenly. Not hard enough to truly hurt like before, but enough to shut me up instantly, that was for sure.

“Kak!” She grumbled under her breath. Her whole body had frozen with her boot pressed into me, pinning me to my chair.

 I felt the shift in her appearance instantly. Her once playful teasing had disappeared in an instant. Her eyes were laser focused on something… behind me? Had someone noticed what we were doing? My heart raced at the idea of being caught in such a high-end place as this.

Nora quickly withdrew her boots from my lap. The sudden pressure being removed was only a minor relief as this new unknown pressure settled over the air around us. Leaning in close, her eyes shifted nervously back to me. Her mouth twisted, caught between a smirk and something more… Confliction?

“Fuck. Sorry for startle. No mean press that hard again. But no look back Luca. Mr. Client at bar behind us. I not recognize him at first with back turned. Very wealthy. Always tips crazy. Has fat cock but even fatter wallet. He always go crazy for me. Big spender. VIP. He just notices I here. Wave for me to come over. I… I have go say hi really quick, okay?”

Nora smoothed her skirt with her hands as she got up and then paused. For the first time all day, she actually fussed with her outfit. Tugging the hem an inch lower… And then another… Made sure the straps of her G-string on her hips were perfectly placed. Then she adjusted her top, tugging it snug until her chest sat just right and, by proxy, drew even more attention to the key dangling from that necklace.

My key.

Then, as a true master of her art would, she bent forward at the waist, slowly, showing off her long legs and perfect ass to whoever was watching while she ran her fingers over her stockings, pretending to fix them I’m pretty sure. With her back turned, she was able to finally act herself again, looking down at me with a type of nervousness that she had never shown towards me before.

“How I look?” she asked.

As if she didn’t already know the answer.

“Uhh…” My eyes were still locked on that key dangling between her tits. “You look… incredible. The key is, um… very—”

“Pretty?” she teased, squeezing her tits together so I couldn’t see it anymore.

I’m getting jealous of a lot of inanimate objects lately.

“Or you like because imagine what it open, hmm?”

I swallowed so hard that Nora actually laughed.

Nora didn’t give me a chance to reply. Once her giggling had calmed down enough, she leaned in close, hair tickling my cheek. Whenever she was this close her perfume would always wrap itself around me like a living thing. It was like it was a sign, a promise of intimacy between lovers that countless other men had undoubtedly experienced before me. I felt my pulse quicken as the throbbing between my legs grew desperate, yet again. And just as quickly, she was on me, her soft lips pressing against my own in a tender little display of love. It was quick enough to pass off as something else from behind, after all she did have some VIP client watching us right now…

She had said specifically how this client had a “fat cock” too…

Twitch. Twitch. Throb.

Fuck…

“I come back quick,” she whispered, her mouth brushing mine one last time. “Be good boy. No missing me too much.”

She gave my nose a gentle boop with her finger for punction before turning her back on me. I swear, I could feel the shift in her demeanor as she turned, from the Nora I knew, to that of the professional temptress. Even in the dark I could see her hips shifting with just enough extra sway to confirm every adjustment she’d made was performing exactly as intended.

I tried to ignore the tightening in my chest as best I could. It was impossible to ignore the tightening in my pants at this point but at least I could try and control the first one. I could feel my stomach knotting at this sudden change in plans. Her going off to greet another man. Like we hadn’t just been flirting seconds ago with her boot pressed into my crotch. Like I wasn’t sitting here with her taste in my mouth and my cock still pulsing desperately inside this goddamn cage.

She had hesitated as she got ready to leave just now too. Her eyes had lingered on me, as if something inside her was torn. But she still had a job to do, an image to maintain. boyfriend or not, this was how she had survived all these years. Nora being a sex worker was something I had just learned to accept once I realized I had fallen in love with her.

This whole situation though really struck home what I had gotten myself into. Hearing about it over text and video calls was one thing. Jerking off to slutty text after text about what she’d been up to that night was hot. Incredibly hot. But having it happen in person for the very first time like this? I was literally sitting across from her on our first date together when she was recognized by a regular client of hers. A client who pays to have sex with my Nora. My girlfriend. It felt far too taboo. Sitting here, left alone at our table while she went to flirt with that stranger. Left throbbing in my cage like this. It felt…

Addictive.

Left on my own like this, I couldn’t help but wonder who this “Mr. Client” was that was flirting with my Nora. What did he look like? What were they talking about? What did he think when he saw her sitting across from another guy but still decided to wave her over like that? But most of all, what had they done before?

Nora had told me about her past encounters with clients before. In great detail… But she had never given me any names or anything like that. As far as I knew, she called almost all of them “Mr. Client.” It was like a blank mask, a title of honor, that all these other men wore before having their way with her.

She had specifically chosen to mention his “fat wallet” to me earlier though…

Twitch.

I reached for the water in front of me. The cool glass did little to ease my racing heart. This whole thing just felt so… hot. How long had it been so far? A minute? Two? Three? Should I turn around to look and see if she was still there? Was there even a point… I mostly likely wouldn’t be able to make out Nora’s shadow in the sea of darkness around me.

Maybe that glowstick idea wasn’t so bad after all. Nora in a rave girl outfit… Save that one for later.

My mind was unravelling faster and faster by the second when I finally heard it. The rhythmic clicking of heels against the restaurant’s floor. Nora had come back.

I felt her hands brush along my arm, giving me a reassuring squeeze as she slipped past to her seat.

“Luca. My client say he was ‘very happy’ see me here. Just get big promotion and want celebrate all night long. I try telling him I with my friend… but he insist and say he pay double for inconvenience.” Her eyes shifted nervously between me and the shadows behind us, as if debating whether or not it would matter if this client saw us holding hands.

Apparently, the coast was either clear, or she figured it wouldn’t bother him, as she reached out and gave my hand a reassuring squeeze a second later.

“So, I uhh…”

Nora was actually looking down at her chest blushing right now, no doubt thinking about the key resting around her neck. Her thumb kept stroking my hand as she went on.

“Sorry, baby. I say catch at bad time. But he wants celebrate now. I try pointing at table, say have friend can’t keep waiting. He say understand, but he really like outfit I wear for Luca. Ask if have time for quickie in bathroom and I have say yes.” Despite her blushing, Nora chest was rising and falling so fast that the key was actually dancing around in her cleavage. I couldn’t tell if she was breathing this heavily because of the sudden taboo situation we had found ourselves in. If it was from watching the dazed look on my face as she told me she was about to go have sex with another man during our first date. Or if it was just because of the huge payday that had bumped into her.

Nora is very food motivated true. But Nora is even more money motivated.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I knew Nora was a pretty popular escort in this city but… to get recognized on our first date? I felt the sinking feeling in my chest build as that damn throbbing just kept building and building at this unexpected twist.

“H-how… much is double for a quickie…?” I asked unsure of what else to say.

Nora smiled gratefully, as if thanking me for asking about the price instead of acting upset or telling her to refuse this sudden job. Her nervousness flashed away in an instant as she entered her business mode again, running through some unknown hoe calculations in her head before answering.

“Ah… well… little over grand. Plus, he tips crazy like I say…” Nora said, acting surprisingly bashful as her eyes wandered away, suddenly finding the ceiling to be the most interesting thing in the world. This was nothing to her and she wasn’t one to flex her wealth at me mockingly, but she still knew I lived a far more modest life than her.

Holy…

I felt my heart skip a beat at the casual drop of such a huge number. While it didn’t make my poor cocks aching any easier to handle, I could understand why she didn’t want to turn away this regular of hers.

Even if it was our first date together after all this time…

“No worry. I be quick Luca, promise. Like say, he go absolutely crazy for me because I give best ahh…” Nora laughed sheepishly as she looked around to make sure the coast was clear before pressing her tongue into her cheek while making a jerking motion with her other hand.

“He won’t last longer than five minutes inside me, promise.” Nora emphasized again as her thumb gently traced circles on the back of my hand as if showing me what she was about to do with that demonic tongue of hers. “Mmm… maybe even less. I make him lose mind crazy fast if I’m pretending is you.”

That promise hit me like a punch straight to the gut. Or maybe a punch a bit further down.

Five minutes...

Inside her…

Pretending it was me…

And to say it so casually and with so much confidence. Like it was something she was proud of. A talent that could earn her over a grand in five minutes was definitely something a girl could gloat about.

And it was mine to come home too.

At the end of the day, I was Nora’s boyfriend. I was the one she would always kiss goodbye before going off to make some other guys night. I would always be the one she’d come back to at the end of the night, even if she was coming home covered in cum. She was still my girlfriend, and I knew she loved me, even if her legendary blowjobs weren’t just for me.

This whole situation really was insane. Somehow, this hapless hero was lucky enough to get lost at the right time and place so he could bump into an escort who was willing to rescue him. And then end up dating her. This impossibly skilled, confident, sexy, lethal-in-bed woman.

This was just the pros and cons of dating a bombshell escort.

Before I could manage a single coherent thought, the waitress reappeared beside the table with a polite smile.

Nora perked up instantly. “Oh, perfect,” she said, giving my hand one last squeeze before letting go. “I order for us, then have step out.”

She flashed the waitress a charming, businesslike smile and launched straight into ordering, completely unfazed… while I was still thinking about how I wound up caged, sitting at a table across from this absolute goddess of a woman.

Nora turned back to me as the waitress confirmed our order and walked away. I could tell she was still hesitating, almost like she felt guilty leaving me there. Or maybe she was feeling guilty at how excited this whole situation was making her feel.

I know that’s how I was feeling at least.

“Alright mijn lief, now you all set, ja?” Nora asked, already fidgeting in her seat like she was a dog waiting for the gun to go off at the races.

Okay Nora is very food motivated. Money motivated. And also, apparently blowjob motivated. I wonder what she would say if I asked her what she was looking forward to the most right now…?

Nora had made it abundantly clear over our video calls that she was a nymphomaniac. She definitely enjoyed her job.

“A-alright… Well… Umm… Have fun? Good luck? Knock him dead? I’m not entirely sure what the expression to say here is.” I laughed nervously at the sudden realization that my girlfriend was actually about to go off and give some rich guy a blowjob during our first date.

“I take good luck. Thank you for understand Luca, mijn lief.” Nora laughed, confidant again now that I was wishing her off.

‘Have fun being a slut babe! Love you!” Is what it felt like I was saying in that moment. It wasn’t entirely wrong either. Despite the heart ache I felt, I was incredibly turned on right now.

Throb. Twitch. Throb.

Nora didn’t get up right away either. She kept looking at me as we held hands. It felt like she was trying to see what was going on in my mind as we sat there together in this wild unexpected moment. Like she couldn’t believe she had met a guy willing to date her given her job. I saw her mouth open like she was about to say something for a moment, then close with a silent shake of her head as she stood up.

“Don’t ruin the moment with a dumb question Nora. He is clearly okay with this.” I imagined her thinking to herself in that moment.

That perfume of hers wrapped itself around me again as she stood next to me.

This scent would be wrapping around that other man soon enough, huh? Along with her lips. Mouth, throat. Ugh.

I saw her take a quick glance behind us again, looking to see if we were being watched by her client. Confidant that the coast was clear, Nora pulled me into a big hug, arms draped over my shoulders, as she pulled me tight into her bosom.

Her fingers stroked the back of my hair with a kind of tenderness you couldn’t fake. The cold metal of the key was pressing against my cheek, hard, taunting me at what I was about to miss out on. But the lump in my throat and my racing heart was settled by that one small act. She really did care about me.

Of course, I was still locked in a chastity cage for her, throbbing and desperate. And being so close to her chest instantly made my mind wander back to that obscene gesture she’d made earlier with her hand and tongue. Even though she had reassured my heart in that moment, my blood was pulsing like fire in the cage between my legs now.

Fuck Nora… Your tits are perfect.

“Be back soon, mijn lief.” Nora whispered, giving me one last big squeeze before relaxing her grip on me.

“Promise…?” I asked, voice wavering as I tried my best not to reach back out for comfort her chest had given me.

“Ja. I promise. After all, I have best motivation girl can ask for waiting back here.” Nora smiled as her thumb brushed my cheek. “Already order favorite food remember? Don’t want come back to eat cold meal.” Nora gave me one last grin before turning around and strutting off towards the bar.

I swear… If Nora ever had to choose between me and her favorite food… I think she’d explode.

I couldn’t help but turn around to watch her leave.

God, she looks so good in that skirt.

But then, mid-stride, she stopped.

A second passed. Then another. Then a third.

Why had she frozen? Was she having second thoughts?

My heart skipped a beat as she suddenly turned back, her boots tapping hard against the floor as she rushed to her seat again. Without a word she grabbed the bunny backpack and plopped it into the chair she’d just vacated. Then her hand disappeared inside its body, rummaging for something seemingly important.

Without looking up Nora muttered under her breath. “Almost forget. Client like when I leave my mark while I’m…” Her voice trailed off as she pulled out that deep, glossy plum lipstick and began applying it, very generously.

The slick little smack of her lips when she finished felt like a whip cracking across my balls. Yet another casual display to remind my cock of what it was missing out on while it struggled in its cage for her.

“Okay, I go for real now.” She said, sitting Ms. Bunny in the chair like a real person.

She sat tall like a tiny, pastel guard dog. Sorry, guard bunny.

“Leave Ms. Bunny here keep you company, ja? She watch you while I go… uhh… make tip for dinner. Bunny makes sure no skank come steal you away from me.”

Her smile tried to be playful, but I saw the tiny flicker of guilt behind her eyes still at her own joke.

She was about to go do that same exact thing she was worried about after all.

“I be quick,” she added again, softer this time. I truly couldn’t tell if she was saying it more to me or herself at that moment. Clomping back to me, she bent down and gave me a kiss, a wet messy kiss on the forehead. Sweet, intimate, and as far away from a blowjob as one could get, before turning away and allowing the sway of her hips to say her goodbye this time.

A half dozen paces away, she turned her head slightly, half shouting to be heard over the cacophony of diners.

“Don’t eat all the breadsticks!”

And then she truly was gone.

Sitting at a candlelit table now alone—

Correction, across from Ms. Bunny.

—my cock was strained in utter ecstasy at this taboo dilemma.

I could still feel the warmth of her lips against my forehead from that last kiss as the seconds ticked by.

A gentle reminder on how those warm lips were about to be wrapped around something… no, someone… else…

Still feeling her warmth fresh on my skin, her words drifted back to me. About how the client liked having her “leave her mark” when she…

I dipped a corner of my napkin in my water and dabbed at my forehead.

The napkin came back slightly purple.

Yep. She had left her mark on me too all right.