Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... understood. Aiden Keane was the Messiah. Evoke his name and the sea of pretension parted. She liked the way this one now had a spark ignited under his uptight ass.

“Of course, of course. Your table awaits.” He gave a polite bow of his head then snapped his bony fingers. A short, handsome Asian man appeared instantly from behind the wall partition. Daisy stifled a laugh. Were they kidding? So they kept the employees hidden in an assembly line to be summoned by this fool’s command?

“Enjoy your evening.” The casino manager extended his hand to Pete. He shook it firmly and then strolled off.

***

“C’mon, babe. You heard the man. Your table awaits,” Pete smirked.

Daisy tossed her hair with flare, then strutted ahead of him with her chin turned upward. Pete watched her go, amused. She was going to really enjoy this. He couldn’t help but take pleasure in seeing her so excited. They were escorted to the back of the establishment, along a clear path that separated the diners from those that ate near a bricked-in fireplace, which emitted no heat. The room had floor-to-ceiling windows, offering a panoramic view of the strip. Pete’s was drawn to the evening sky. A dusky purple from the setting sun made it the perfect backdrop for a special evening. It would have been nice if he could have brought Daisy to a place like this. He always thought she was destined for more. This place was her style, not his. He smiled. He’d just try to get through this dinner so they could go ...

... and do his favorite pastime: layup.

Pete had to admit the place was pretty swank. It smelled fancy. The patrons had real money. The kind of money that folds and wasn’t palm-sweaty from trying to squeeze every cent out of it. In truth, it made him a little uncomfortable. He wasn’t a hillbilly. He’d eaten out plenty: Red Lobster, The Sizzler, even Bennigan’s in Louisville. Daisy demanded to be treated a certain way. He couldn’t count the number of nights she would rattle on about some exotic location or dream place to eat. His girl lived through the Travel Channel. So he would do this for her. Besides, he got a kick from watching her nervously check her hair and bat her eyes at the other patrons they passed. Pete could watch her all day and fuck her all night. He removed his hat from his head and shoved it in his back pocket, in a small attempt to groom himself as well.

“Isn’t it cool?” asked Daisy, sliding over in the booth seat.

“Yeah, it is,” Pete answered. He joined her in the private booth big enough for eight. Dimpled cherry-colored leather seating circled the table.

“The wine list, sir.” The waiter handed it to Pete. He looked up and nodded his thanks. “Mr. Keane wants you to enjoy your evening with compliments of the Shamrock.” Both he and Daisy were rendered speechless. “That means everything is paid for.” The waiter cleared his throat and continued. “My name is Keiff. May I suggest the Charms ***********ion for your dinner this evening?”

“Ah, yeah, ...