Wishing You Were A Model [anthony]

[ANTHONY PRICE]

Anthony nodded some when she said she wanted to go with him. Then he'd take her. He took a sip from his drink while she continued on talking. So she didn't like her job. She just did it for the money. There were plenty of waitresses that were less beautiful than her who made great tips because they looked good. He could see her making good tips as a waitress in a regular restaurant. Or even an expensive restaurant, a fancy one. He'd try not to make stripper comments anymore. He didn't do it to be hurtful in all honesty. He always thought he was just joking around with her. But now that he knew she really didn't like it, he would keep those to less than nothing.

He looked up at her when she stood next to him. Then the table was further away from him and she was in his lap. Her arms draped around his neck. He liked the way she smiled at him. Then she was kissing him. So he kissed back. He let his hands slip under her shirt but they didn't go up further than where the bottom sat cause they were after all in a public place. Then she was saying she was tired of being normal and he couldn't help but smile and nod. "Ok .. I can do not normal too" He was good at not normal. And he was more than ok with hooking up in a dressing room.

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