Going around the back of the car, I got into the driver’s side and fired her up. There was nothing better than the sound of pure muscle perfection.
We zipped across the parking lot and made our way over to Chubby’s. We both opened our doors and got out. I followed her to the entrance. I spotted a booth toward the back and led the way.
“I hope you are hungry for a greasy burger. This place is the shit.” I passed her a menu.
Our server came over and we placed our drink orders. Of course, we both ordered beers. There was nothing better than booze and burgers.
“Yes, I’m completely famished. A greasy burger and some fries sound phenomenal. Thanks for suggesting we grab something to eat. I’m not big on cooking for one.” She put the menu down.
The server came back over with our beers and set them down in front of us. “So what’ll it be?” She directed her attention to Sydney.
“Well, I think I’ll have the mushroom Swiss burger with smothered onions, seasoned fries, and a side of onion rings.”
“Damn. Where are you going to put all of that food, Sydney? You’re a half pint.” I admit I could eat much more, but damn! I wondered where she put it all. A girl who didn’t mind getting down on her food was quite refreshing. I hated when I went out with a skinny bitch who would only order water and a salad and would barely touch either.
The server cleared her throat, and I could only assume she was waiting for my order. “I’ll have a triple bacon cheeseburger with rings and fries. Oh, and keep the beers coming.”
“Great, I’ll have your order out as soon as it’s up.” There was something strangely familiar about our server. She seemed to linger on my every word. Fuck, I probably took her home and banged her. Keeping track of which woman I fucked was a challenge.
“So, Damien, you come here a lot? The waitress seemed like she knew you.” She took a draw off her beer.
“Yeah, I do. I’m pretty sure I fucked her.” I didn’t care if I just laid my shit right out there for her. I was pretty much tell it like it is kind of guy.
“You. You have no couth, Damien. Do you screw everything that walks?” She gave me the wicked eyes.
“Well, yeah, pretty much. If it walks and is willing, then absolutely. I don’t mess around, Sydney. I get right down to business.” I couldn’t help it that I had a healthy appetite for sex, and I wasn’t particular about who ended up in my bed.
“You disgust me. You have absolutely no regard for women and their feelings. Aren’t you worried about pregnancy or HIV?” She deadpanned.
“Well, babe. That’s what wrapping your shit up is for. I wear condoms. I’ve never gone bareback nor do I plan to anytime soon.” Our food arrived, thank fuck, saving me from this damn conversation.
We dug in with gusto. My hands were dripping with grease. And she was shoving down just as well as I was. The way she ate with vigor really shocked the shit out of me.
I had to wonder what she was thinking. Obviously, she thought I was a pig. And well yeah, I admit maybe I was. But I wondered if she saw more to me than that. I mean, when she fell to pieces earlier today, I was there right by her side. I didn’t care that I had to be at work soon, I didn’t leave her because I could tell she needed me. I was a good guy. I just liked the women.
“These burgers are delicious.” She licked her lips. Damn those lips had my cock twitching in my pants.
“They are good. I had a feeling you would like them.” I popped a French fry in my mouth.
“Yep, thanks for bringing me here.” She took a bite of an onion ring.
“No problem. So what are you plans this week?”
“Well, I start my job tomorrow. I’m nervous but excited at the same time. It should be fun, and hopefully, I’ll get to know some of the girls.” She ate the last bite of her burger and then followed it up with a fry. The way her mouth slithered around the fry made my dick twitch again.
“Don’t make any plans on Friday night. I want you to come see my band play. Maybe you can bring a few of your girlfriends from your work and hook a guy up.” I gave a wink.
She threw her napkin at me. “Pig.”
“Prude.”
The waitress came over with our bill and I snatched it right up. I took out my card and gave her the bill and card back.
“Damien, I was going to pay half.” She frowned.
“Nonsense. I asked you to eat and I will pay. That’s how my momma taught me.” The waitress came back over with my receipt and card.
“For the love of God. She wrote her name and number on the back of the receipt.” She rolled her eyes at me.