Dinner Date Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Dinner Date Ch. 02

... pompous asses have that stick so far up their butts they couldn't nod yes if their lives depended on it. Now give me a good seat. I don't want to miss this show." He added gleefully.

"Jessie, with the Sugarland House called a couple of minutes ago and said they were running late due to road construction.

"I beg you, please put the homo and his fairies as far away from me as you can."

"Oh Ben, you big teddy bear. You know the only reason they mess with you is because they make you uncomfortable." Scorch teased. "Maybe if you grab one of them and treated him like your goat, they might leave you alone. Of course, if they saw what you are packing, they may never leave you alone."

"That's not funny, Scorch. Keep that up and I'll tell everyone your real name and what you do for a living."

The temperature in the room suddenly went both directions. Icy cold and ready for an instant flashover.

"Alright you two. That's enough. Joking is one thing but don't make it personal." Hilda scolded them. "Now both of you, kiss and make up. We're not starting until you do."

Scorch and Ben who had both been glaring at each other just a moment ago were now glaring at Hilda. She wasn't having it as she crossed her arms and glared right back at them while tapping her foot. Ben was the first to break eye contact as he spun Scorch around, picked her up and laid a lip lock on her that would melt glass. When they finally broke and Ben set her on the ground. Scorch looked at him ...

... and said, "Damned if you don't smell like a goat."

"Damned if you don't taste like pussy. Why don't you sit on my lap during this gathering and we can talk about the first thing that pops up." Ben shot back.

The rest of the group just groaned and headed to their chairs.

"Ladies and Gentlemen. This evening we learned some very disturbing news. It appears we have been lied to and it appears the bank accounts to all our Houses may have been comprised by none other than someone claiming to be one of our own. We've known him as Master Christian since he introduced himself to our community but Master Patrick knew him by another name, Percival Archibald Scroggins.

Ben just looked and Percy and said, "Damn boy, your parents couldn't have hated you any worse than if they had named you Sue." Sadly, only a couple of people caught the reference to the old Johnny Cash song.

"Master Patrick, if you would please come up and tell everyone the events of this evening so they may be brought up to speed to help with moving this along." Jack said.

Reluctantly, I stepped forward and gave them an abbreviated versions of events leading up to Kelly spilling all the details about their relationship. Kelly stood up and walked to the center standing beside me still exposed from the waist down.

"I feel in order to make amends, there is more I must add. I am not the only one. I work with a team of six others." This caused some considerable murmuring among the Houses. "We were hired to ...