EroticReverie

Tobais Thorn

I watch the mouthy little waitress with her pretty blonde and dusty rose colored hair, and her pretty light brown eyes gawk at me as if I just told her I had three dicks. 

"You what?" she stammers, her brows pinching. 

"I said..I want to take you to dinner...or lunch....or anywhere really.  Breakfast, coffee. Whichever." I say shoving my hands back into my pockets and she just stares at me. 

"Why?" she shakes her head slightly as if confused and I cock my brow. 

"Because that's what you do when you're interested in someone, you ask them out on a date." I say plainly. 

She let's out a quick breath and rolls her eyes.

"You are not interested in me." she says as if she's..angry? God, she'd be fun. When a rich man tells a girl he's interested in her, there's several women willing to accept that information and jump at the chance. But here she was...this..Maven...pushing back. 

"Oh, I'm not?" I cock my head and slide my hands out of my pockets and cross my arms. 

"no." she says and mimics my arms, crossing her own, a small smirk pulls at the corner of my lips as she juts out her hip. 

"You're not." she says. 

I just stare at her. Was she blind? She was by far one of the most gorgeous women I'd ever seen, surely she had men throwing themselves at her with interest. 

"I assure you...I'm interested." I say and she narrows her eyes.

"What is this...a game?" she shakes her head. "You think you can dick me around?" she asks and I suck my teeth smirking with amusement as I step forward. 

"At the risk of sounding like every other man....there's several things I would like to do to you....some involving my dick...but no...I am not dicking you around." I say and her eyes pop. 

"Wow." she huffs a laugh. "Wow." she repeats and steps back and shakes her head.

"That must make all the ladies just drop to their knees for you huh? They see your fancy suit and good looks, and all those dollar bills and they must just fucking drop their panties right then and there huh?" she says and recrosses her arms. 

"Well this isn't fucking pretty woman, or any other sick twisted version where you can buy me by throwing your money at me. I'm a waitress not a fucking hooker. Just fire me and get it over with!" She bites out. 

I just laugh slightly and shake my head. 

"Nobody is firing you. Not for your rudeness to me when I tried to tip you, and certainly not for declining to dine with me. I might be rich, but I'm not an asshole." I say. 

"Jury's out, and they've decided otherwise." she narrows her eyes and god, her pouty little mouth makes me want to grab her and shut her up.

"So...I can't tip you well. I can't take you out to dinner. What can I do for you Maven?" I ask and step forward and she scoffs.

"Nothing. Nothing at all." she says and steps back.

"Try Cara...the brunette with the large ass...I heard she fucks your customers...maybe she'll spread wide for you mister money bags." she snaps and I groan, her eyes narrowing even further. She must take my groan for annoyance, but it's anything but. I had no idea what crawled up this girls ass, but I was intrigued by her little fucking attitude. 

"You really won't let me tip you?" I ask cocking a brow.

"I don't want your hooker money." she bites back. 

I laugh and shake my head. "Stubborn thing." 

"I'm not stubborn, i'm just not stupid...now that I KNOW you're serious about tipping me that much, I'm not an idiot, I know that THAT much money comes with strings atattched, you hand over that money, and you think you're entitled to screw me or force me on a date with you." she argues. 

I sigh. 

"I don't know what's up that ass of yours, but knock it off." I say and she blinks, her head jerking back, and she blinks several more times. 

"Excuse me?" she draws out the words. 

"You heard me. Knock. It. Off. Quit making me out to be a bad guy just because I have money, and wanted to tip you well. Quit acting like I need to pay women to fuck me or date me. Because I assure you...I don't. And I have no desire to PAY anyone for their company when like you said....there's plenty money hungry women willing to fall to their fucking knees for me." I say and step closer.

"Then go find one." she bites out. "Cause I'm NOT interested." 

"Why not?" I ask, studying her. Trying to figure her out. 

"what do you mean WHY NOT? You're annoying. You let me make a fool of myself, then you come in here making me shit myself thinking im going to get fired and then try to take me on a date? No. No thank you." she bites out and turns and I reach out and grab her arm , not hard, but she tugs back immediately whipping around.

"Do NOT touch me." she snarls. 

I throw my hands up. "Sorry, You're right...I'm sorry." 

Her cute nose flares and she huffs at me. 

"please...let me take you out." I try again.

"No expectations...just one date. If you're not interested after that...then I'll never bother you again." I say. 

"No." she answers quickly. 

"Jesus...fuck." I growl and look at her and shes back to crossing her arms. 

"Bet nobody tells you no, do they?" she cocks her head side to side. 

"Not often. No." I say. 

"Poor rich man. " she fakes a pout. "Are we done here?" 

"No." I say and she rolls her eyes. 

"I'd rather stand here with you and argue with you then walk out of here like I should and find someone who actually wants my company." I say. 

she rolls those pretty light brown eyes again.

"Fuck you're gorgeous" I mutter and she flinches. 

"Fuck off." she says and drops her hands. 

"Have a GREAT night Mister Thorn." she says, turning and walking from me, out of the office and I just stand here shaking my head. Wondering how the hell I'd find an excuse to see her again. But....this was my restaurant and she worked here. I smile to myself. I didn't need an excuse.

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The next night I walk into the The Thorn alone, the hostess seating me in the back of the restaurant, behind the curtain of a small private room. Seating me , and handing me the menu and drink list. I request Maven as my waitress. 

When she appears no less than two minutes later she pauses at the curtain , lifting her head. 

"Son of a bitch." she snarls. 

"Good evening Maven." I say and she drops her hands to her sides in little fists and practically stomps over to the table. 

"What do you want?" she asks. Tonight her makeup is thicker around the eyes, darker, smoky and her hair is up and off her neck in a little loose updo. Those tits pressed nicely in her black dress , the same one all the girls wear, a square neckline, the hem short and and falling mid thigh if not a bit higher. 

"A polite waitress would be nice." I say, with a smile. 

"You requested the wrong waitress then." she answers quickly and I smirk at her. 

"What do you want to drink and eat, I'll put the order in." she says. I laugh slightly. 

"Sit down." I gesture to the chair across from me. 

"No." she says.

"Please?" I try. 

"Do you want me to quit? Is that it?" she asks. I frown slightly. 

"No. I don't want that." I say. 

"Then what DO you want?" she asks. 

"I already told you. A date." I say. 

"bullshit. What do you really want? To fuck me? To throw your money at me to let you do whatever sick perverted thing your rich mind can think of? You're bored of your common gold digging whores, that you have to harass a waitress at your own establishment into being your paid whore?" she hisses.

"I will not pay you to fuck you. But I suppose you're right...I'm not just interested in dinner with you...or a date...I suppose I do want to fuck you. I suppose I do have a list of things some might consider perverted that I'd love to do with you. I suppose if you want to know what I really want Maven...it's to shove my cock into that bratty little mouth of yours and shut you up long enough to get your god damn clothes off and then fuck you over this table, and make you my NON paid whore." I say. There. Is that what she wants? The fucking brutal truth?

She stands there blinking, her sassy fucking mouth speechless for fucking once. 

"what I want is to lift that fucking dress and see what your fucking pussy looks like...and bury my fucking face in it...because I bet a stubborn fucking brat like you has one hell of a hot cunt." I bite out, her little fire in her making my cock so god damn hard under the table. 

"You're a fucking-"

"I'm a fucking what?  A pig? A Pervert? A fucking asshole? You asked Maven. So instead of being a gentleman, asking you out like a normal fucking person, I'm telling you what you want to hear. What I really fucking want." I cut her off, no longer letting her run the little show here. 

"I want spoil your cunt with my tongue, and rip that fucking dress off you and make your fucking tits bounce hard while I've got my hands around your throat fucking your stubborn fucking cunt with my cock, slamming you against whatever god damn surface I can, drilling my dick so far inside your fucking pussy that you feel it your stomach while I rearrange your fucking guts. I'm a god damn fucking pervert, I'm fucking human...so yes...I want to fuck you like a god damn savage and make you cum and cover you in mine. I want you. In the worst fucking ways. But I'm not the fucking asshole you want me to be...I want to take you on a fucking date....I want to feed you....and listen to you talk....about whatever the hell it is that makes you so god damn frustratingly stubborn and difficult...I'm a man....I want to worship that damn body of yours and taste every fucking inch of you... but I'm not just a fucking pervert that wants you cumming on his cock every day of the god damn week... I wanted to spend time with you...be in your fucking company, and for fucks sake, for some god damn reason, I still do, even though you're impossible. I want you. Fuck knows why, that's why I'm interested. I have no idea why I'd want to torture myself with a stubborn fucking woman like yourself, but jesus christ...I cant stop looking at you, wanting to know about you, wanting to know more than the fact that you're frustratingly fucking gorgeous, wanting to know more than just the flavor of your fucking cunt on my tongue and the feel of it on my cock." 

She's standing there, just god damn standing there. 

"Say something." I bite out.