“I’m ready, if that will give you enough time,” said Juanita.
“That should be fine,” said Maria.
“I’ll take the sirloin steak with baked potato and green beans,” said Juanita to the waiter.
“Would you like to make that a loaded potato?”
“No thank you, just butter and sour cream.”
“Soup or salad?”
“Garden salad, French dressing.”
“And madam,” asked the waiter, as he turned towards Maria, “have you had enough time to look over the menu?”
“Yes, thank you. I’ll take the chicken Caesar salad with the breaded chicken.”
“Excellent. Someone will be by with the complimentary warm bread,” he said, then looked towards Juanita, “and your salad. Enjoy your meal.”
“So, what happened with the dog?” asked Juanita after the waiter left.
“Oh, he does his business but I didn’t have poop bags so I had to go get those and it was a mess. After Victoria’s client was done I sent her and her dog home. And that little shitpoo went three times more before then.”
“Sounds like quite the day,” says Juanita, taking a sip of her margarita.
“That was just the morning,” said Maria, rolling her eyes and shaking her head, “But enough about my day. Tell me about yourself.”
“Well let’s see. You already know I’m a lawyer, since you called the office. I like motorcycles, as I think I mentioned. Long rides, I’m a good cook and I enjoy eating pretty pussies.” She smirked at Maria.
Maria blushed. “Uh huh. And how do you know my pussy is pretty?”
“I don’t. But I plan on finding out,” she said this time and gave her a big smile.
Maria took a sip of her wine. Oh my, she’s a forward one isn’t she? She could feel heat building between her legs.
“Do you have anywhere special you like to ride your bike? Or do you save that for pretty pussies?” asked Maria, with her own smile.
Juanita’s eyes sparkled. “I have a few country roads I like to go to or if I have some time I go off into the Algonquins or off into the Poconos. As far as riding pussy … I’ll do that almost anywhere.”
Maria swallowed her wine. Oh yes. Very forward. Mmmm. I like that. But she’s going to have to work for it.
She circled the top of her wine glass with her manicured nail and looked up at Juanita through half lid eyes.
“I don’t ride,” she said, letting the statement hang in the air.
“I could tell. That’s okay. All you have to do is put your arms around me and hold on. I’ll take care of everything. I’ve always been more of a top type woman. I promise you’ll enjoy the experience.”
“I’m sure,” replied Maria.
A waiter stopped by with their salads and warm bread with butter.
“Your salad looks good,” said Juanita as she took a piece of bread.
“Thank you. Yours too. I’m surprised they brought mine out with yours.”
“I’m sure the rest of my order will be out soon. I’ve been here before, the service is pretty good,” said Juanita.
Maria nodded.
“This salad is good.”
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