X-ing Over 2 - Expectation (Patreon)

Whether she liked it or not, as an additional condition for going on the date Lara had to put on the little black dress. It, and everything that came with it was of course free in direct contradiction to Lara's common sense. It appeared that within the city there were many feminine items that were completely free. If it was just a case of forcing 'travelers' into local attire it would be one thing, but the fact that other items existed messed with her perception of the place. She wore an ensemble that would be considered very trendy and expensive back home. It was something she would rarely be caught in, not because she could not afford it but because she did not want to be caught dressing up if she did not have to. She was not the 'spoiled rich girl.' She much preferred a simple, functional pair of form-fitting pants and a well-made top. Things that she could fit a harness or a holster to if it came down to it. In the city, however those basic items were marketed paradoxically as a luxury for women.

So Lara was placed in a dress that barely hid her rear. If she bent over the wrong way she would definitely be providing a show for someone behind her. A show made more interesting by the fact that the sluttiest lingerie the store carried was the style that happened to cost absolutely nothing. So she wore a thong that, if she were to accidentally flash her rear by bending over, both round cheeks would be on full display.  More importantly she hated the style for how uncomfortably it chafed and rode up on her.

As she stared at herself in the bathroom at the restaurant she was reminded by her designer bag how eager he was to give her the full look. She had to lean over onto the marble sinks because otherwise Lara was balancing uncomfortably on her toes, basically, with how impractical her heels were.
“God-” She stopped, her complaints to herself cut short as the door swung open. Two other ladies in similar attire to her entered and flanked her. She leaned towards the mirror and began applying makeup.
“God!” One of the women said, mirroring what Lara was about to say. The sentence quickly took a turn, however.
“He is going to think my mouth is a vacuum at the end of the night when I suck him off...” She was positively giddy as she shuddered and wiggled a little on her heels where she stood. The woman was a blonde, the picture of a barbie-doll in real life right down to her pink lipstick and bag.
“I can NOT believe he took me to Le Chateaux. I would have to work a whole month to make enough Cash to come here on my own.”

Lara tried not to sneer at the woman. They were about the same age, only she seemed far more swept up in the whole atmosphere of the town itself. One thing was for certain, there was a type of girl that would absolutely flourish in this environment and 'barbie' seemed like it. She knew the restaurant looked expensive, despite it's non-specific name. She did not know how much it was costing Sal for her to be there. She hated feeling like she owed a man anything. If only they took pounds she could have easily paid for herself, though; if he wanted to decline her money it was his problem. Lara subtly turned her head as the other woman spoke. She had dark skin and smooth dark hair with gold highlights. She was applying a deep red to her lips. Her gold dress sparkled in the room's fluorescent lights.
“Oh, honey. I hear you. I might just go down on my mine in the restaurant tonight for this.” Lara had to lean back as she held out her arm to show her friend a slim, gold watch that decorated her wrist. The other woman gasped.
“That's right. It's a ladies Goldex.” Even the brand sounded made up to Lara, but the watch looked real. She had an eye for such things.

“I thought most 'girlie' stuff was free.” Lara muttered. She immediately regretted it as both women offered shrill giggles in response to her comments.

The life-sized barbie waved her hand dismissively. “Oh dear, jewelry is a luxury. It's how a man tells you he loves you. If 'gifts' were free they wouldn't have the pleasure of giving them to us.”

“As opposed to... Love?” Lara mocked. It fell on deaf ears as the woman in the gold dress spoke.

“Wouldn't it be sad to buy yourself a present like this and not have a man to give it to you?”

“Oh, I totally agree.” Barbie assured her friend while subtly deriding Lara, ether she knew it or not. Lara felt boxed in as the two women looked to her.
“What are you going to do for your man, dear?” They questioned insistently. Their tones shifted and although they kept the same vapid, girly way of speaking the feel Lara got was that she was in an interrogation.

“Probably nothing?” Lara said flatly. She cringed and inhaled deeply out of annoyance as the women gasped.

“But he's taking you out to dinner!” Barbie argued.

“At Le Chateaux!”

The dark-skinned girl was a bit more inquisitive. “Oh, but you must be paying for your own meal, then, huh? Got a bit of your own Cashflow?” Lara could tell what the question was meant to get across. She was not having it.

Lara smirked triumphantly. She had one over on the girls. She channeled her long dormant, inner rich girl to turn up her nose and side-eye each of them as she said. “No. I am not. I am fully intending to eat, have a chat and leave once things wind down without giving him anything on my end.” There was a long, satisfying silence after that. Finally, barbie just clicked her tongue and popped the cap back on her pink lipstick.

“Good way to end up alone.” Lara frowned and bet over the marble again as she heard and felt radio crackling in her ear during 'alone.' The crackling continued as the other spoke.

“I would feel so bad if I took a man's Cash without giving anything back. Why even go on a date at that point.” It was so bad that it felt like she was hearing a radio call-in. The crackling was enough to make her head pound.

Lara felt like she was sweating, but there was no moisture when raised a hand to her forehead. “He's the one that invited me.” Lara stated. It was the truth.

“Huh...” Barbie tutted.
“Seems like he'd invite you to a nice place like this expecting something in return.”

“Nothing like that was ever said.” Lara made clear.

“But it was implied.” The girl in the gold dress leaned closer. Lara stared down as the wrist carrying the watch withdrew. She could vaguely make out a ball joint beneath the gold and it startled her into looking into the mirror. It all looked normal. She returned her gaze to the woman and eyed her wrists and elbows. Real.

“Being a girl is-” The barbie's voice sounded like it was being filtered through a walkie-talkie until Lara turned to look at her. After that it changed to being normal again mid sentence.
“So easy.” Lara felt dizzy and sick.
“Eating at a nice restaurant that you couldn't afford otherwise and ALL you have to do is -” As the woman spoke, layered beneath it the other was saying in crackling, alternating tones. There were also voices 'calling in' that weren't there.

“You should be grateful.”
“I'd feel bad.”

“It's not hard to give a man a little 'something' at the end of the night.”

Lara turned to look at her. She seemed normal, but then the blonde's voice rang in her head like a chalkboard.
“Alone...”

Lara stepped back and almost tripped in her heels as she left the bathroom. The sound gave way to the quiet, upscale atmosphere of the restaurant. She stopped, collected herself and regained her balance before stepping back over to the table that Sal had sat them down at. The radio crackling was in the back of her head, at that point. An unusual sense of guilt washed over her as she looked over the nice meal she had picked at, and the barely drank glass of wine. She smiled weakly as she approached the table and awkwardly said.
“Thank... You for bringing me to such a...” Lara looked away and relented. It was a very good restaurant.
“Such a nice place.” As soon as Lara said that her legs grew weak and her thoughts fell into a spiral. It was a very, very nice place. With each alteration of that thought, her guilt increased at her own words in the bathroom. Her intent. It all came to a head when she sat down and remembered a simple sentence that brought her some mental relief, against all odds. Lara licked her lips.

“What are you going to do to make it up for me?” Sal asked, leaning forward with his elbow on the table. It scummy, but the sentence was stuck in her head and her lips were quivering to speak it to ease any guilt she felt.

“I...” She gulped.

“Yes?” He coaxed.

“I am going to-” She began smiling, and inhaled as she said it.
“Make you think my mouth is a vacuum cleaner!” She felt her heart race with arousal and regret as those words left her lips. She released the breath she took in as a sigh.
“W-what the fuck did I just say?” She whispered to herself.

* *

She was pushed into an empty stall in the men's room with Sal close enough behind to shut the door behind them, locking the two into a tight space. He wasted no time and no strength forcing Lara down onto the top of the toilet. She turned her cheek as he stepped close and mashed his limp cock into it, missing her mouth. It smelled and did not look like an amazing member. It was average in most respects and downright gross in others. It needed cleaning and grooming. Lara gagged a little as he rubbed it into her cheek for a few more seconds before finally finding her lips and pushing inside. It became hard as it found the warmth of her mouth, slowly. She felt she would have to do so much work to get it the rest of the way, however.
“Well?” He grunted.
“Show me the vacuum, sweetie.”

All Lara could think as she began sucking his growing cock was that she felt like a sex doll. Her eyes wandered down to the neighboring stalls. They centered on two sets of feet in each. A girls in heels and a mans boots fir both sides. Her eyes widened as she noticed the girls ankles were ball joints. Radio crackled in her head, only it was her voice. It came as she hesitantly let his cock pop free of her lips. The words filled her mind like she was speaking them into her own ear with the worst headphones money could buy.
“I don't want to be alone...”
“I am so grateful.”
“He has Cash, lots of it.”
“All I have to do is-”

“What's wrong? You look like you're about to doze off.” Sal mocked.

Lara shook herself out of it and reached up to stroke his cock without thinking. She convinced herself it would look nicer hard, so she wanted to get it there. She began to get into it and even leaned in to eagerly suck his leaking head into between her lips. She bobbed briefly over it as she stroked him. By chance her eyes flitted down to see her wrist. Ball jointed. She  fully jumped from her seat and shook her wrist, feeling like her heart was going to leap from her chest. When she looked at it she felt normal, except for the warm feeling on her face. She stared up in disbelief as Sal groaned and finished himself off prematurely. He shot hot, sticky ropes over her discontented expression.
“You're not bad.” He complimented, stuffing his cock back into his pants crudely. She noted a wet spot in his slacks from the leaking tip and grimaced up at him.
“But you have to learn to finish, sweetie.” He tapped her cheek likely, ignoring the look she was giving him.