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I know you are a big fan of steak, I ordered you the filet mignon, medium, with truffle butter mashed potatoes and broccoli.”
    “This looks so good. What did you get for yourself?” I’ve always liked a man with big appetites .
    “I’m having the Porterhouse, medium rare, with sautéed zucchini and Bacon Mac and Cheese. I figured that way if you wanted to try something different I could feed it to you,” he answers staring right into my eyes.
    I bite my bottom lip thinking about what I really wanted him to serve me. “Oh really? Well why don’t you let me sample your serving skills and feed me some of that mac and cheese.”
    He scoops up a fork full of mac and cheese stands up and leans towards me. I lean towards him and open my mouth slowly while staring in his eye and let my tongue play with the fork before slowly closing my lips and pulling the mac and cheese off the fork. I then lick every drop of cheese off of my lips in slow motion while he watches.
    I finish chewing, making a show of swallowing for his benefit, and say “That was delicious. How many times a month would you estimate you would be sending me a client?” I ask, trying to keep my mind on business.
    “Off the top of my head I would say no less than fifteen times but that may change depending on the needs of the business. Again, the contract would outline all of that for you,” Omari says, slicing off a piece of steak and eating it.
    “So why don’t we write the contract up in such a way that I bill you for my work? It seems like salary probably won’t work in this instance, because I may do more than fifteen sets, or less, in any given month, and in that case one of us would be losing money at some point.”
    “We could definitely do that but I still want to pay you a monthly retainer so that my clients take precedence over all others. When I need you, I have to know you will be available to me. How does twenty thousand per month sound?”
    I almost chocked on my Pepsi. Did he just say twenty thousand a month? I smirk as I think to myself ‘if he is offering twenty thousand he can certainly afford more’. “ Honestly I would need twenty five thousand. Let’s be honest you are familiar with my work and you are asking me to push my clientele to the back burner. Hell me, you and my seven hundred thousand Instagram followers know that I am worth it.”
    He smiles at me like a lion smiling at a gazelle and says , “ Done. Enough about business.” He taps the bell so we can have the table cleared and the dessert brought out.
    He reaches his hand out to me and I take it in mine. We hold hands across the table while we wait for dessert to arrive. Omari really has me worked up so when my cheese cake with mixed berry compote arrives- he decides to just have another glass of Cabernet Sauvignon- I picked up my dessert and walk over to him. I straddle his lap dress and all. I feed him some of my cheesecake and some of the compote ending up getting on his lips. I take that as my opportunity to do something I have wanted to do since we met, suck on his lips.
    The sucking ends up turning into a passionate kiss. The next thing I know Omari stands up and lifts me onto the table almost knocking over his glass with my ass. He spreads my legs and pulls my black panties to the side and dives in before I can protest. As if I would…
    I feel his tongue teasing my clit. He begins to increase his speed which causes me to throw my head back and bite my bottom lip. I gasp as he simultaneously sucks on my clit and begins to finger fuck me. I begin to move my hips to match his rhythm as I feel my climax descend on me. I grab the back of his head and let my juices flow into his mouth, my whole body tingling. He uses his tongue like a biscuit to sop up every last drop of me as the aftershocks shake my frame.
    “Omari…” He stops my sentence with a kiss and I taste my own sweetness on his lips.
    “Did you enjoy your night?” he asks me, licking those sexy lips