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It was a busy morning for Kelly, but Marie waited all of ten minutes before coming over and bugging Kelly about the weekend.
“Girl, you weren’t kidding,” she whispered. “That thing is a monster!”
Kelly blushed. “Can’t you wait until lunch to embarrass me?”
Just then, Marie’s phone buzzed. She quickly went to answer it and flashed Kelly a grin. Rolling her eyes, she tried not to notice Marie disappear into Mr. Deekins’ office.
“Do they really think they’re fooling anyone?” a familiar voice behind her asked.
“Mr. Sellers!” she said, startled. “I didn’t see you there.”
He tossed a folder of paperwork on her desk. “They aren’t hiding their affair very well.”
She nodded. “I know. It’s none of my business, though,” she said.
“Mine either,” he replied and disappeared back into his office with a shrug.
*****
Mark came by his office right before lunch, briefly flirting with Kara before poking his head in.
“Hey, man. Lunch on me today.”
Duncan nodded and began to save what he was working on. Stepping out of his office, he stopped at Kara’s desk for a second.
“I’ve got a huge favor to ask you,” he said.
She smiled sweetly as she glanced up at him.
Five minutes later, he met Mark down at his truck.
“I’ll drive,” Mark said.
“Cool,” Duncan said, and hopped in the passenger seat. Mark pulled out of the parking garage and headed over to a new restaurant.
“You’re gonna love this place,” he said.
Duncan raised an eyebrow. “Great,” he said, unconvincingly.
“So how’s the wife?”
Duncan couldn’t help but grin when he suddenly thought of Kelly. It wasn’t an uncommon reaction for him when someone asked about her. Mark glanced over and saw him grinning like an idiot and shook his head.
“So I guess you had a good weekend. Did you get some?” he asked as he glanced over. Duncan couldn’t help but smile wider.
“Nice,” Mark said smiling with him. He proceeded to try and get details out of Duncan for a few minutes before pulling into the parking lot.
Duncan glanced up at the sign. “What kind of food do they have here?”
Mark shrugged. “We didn’t come for the food necessarily,” he said, with a wry smile.
Duncan groaned and followed him inside.
“Good afternoon, Gentlemen, and welcome to Double D’s,” a pretty young black girl said. She was very well endowed and was wearing a low-cut pink top and a pink and black striped schoolgirl skirt.
“Good god,” Mark said, unable to look away.
“Two for lunch,” Duncan said, trying desperately to look at her eyes.
She smiled and nodded. “Do you have a preference or is this your first time here?” she asked, pointing at a board to their left. On it were pictures of girls, all wearing basically the same outfit that the hostess was wearing.
“First time,” Duncan said. Mark was apparently still drooling over the hostess’s breasts.
“Well then, let me just say that the Double D is a “breastaurant” that has accepted the reason that men come here and we embrace it.” She pointed both of her hands to her own breasts and looked back up smiling. “The Double D tries to set itself apart from other restaurants of this type. This is our server board,” she said, pointing at the sign again. “On it are all the waitresses that we have working right now. If you see one you like, you can pick her if her section has an open spot. It doesn’t always work out that way, so we allow you to pick again if she’s got too many tables. If you want, you can also sit at the bar, and will receive the same quality service by very attractive young ladies.”
“Is there a topless section?” Mark asked.
The hostess smiled. “Yes, but in the evenings only. Don’t worry though, we can get away with some very revealing clothing. Do you have a preference?” she asked again.
Duncan felt very awkward, so he decided to let Mark choose.
“What do you think, man?” he asked.
“I don’t care,” Duncan said, trying not to get embarrassed.
Mark looked for a few more seconds and then shook his head. “As long as she’s got knockers like yours, I don’t care. Pick us a good ‘un,” he said.
The hostess smiled and nodded, marking something down on her podium and then grabbing some menus. “Right this way gentlemen.” She led them around the corner, through a hallway and into a sectioned off room.
“Here you are,” she said. “Now, all of our rooms are closed off for your privacy, just in case you don’t want anyone knowing your here, or get embarrassed easily. You’re waitress will be with you shortly.”
Mark smiled. “Man, I’d heard this place was wild, but damn, it’s one step away from a titty bar.”
Duncan shook his head. “We couldn’t just go to a normal restaurant?”
Mark shook his head. “Come on man, you might be married but you’ve still got blood in your veins. You’re still a man. I know you like to look at titties. They don’t always have to be your wife’s.”
Duncan shrugged. “I know man, but I’m happy. You know this kind of thing makes me uncomfortable.”
A pretty brunette walked in then, and moved directly to their table, one of two that had people at it in her section. She was dressed similarly to the hostess, except Kimber’s outfit was royal blue.
She smiled sweetly and walked over. “Good afternoon Gentlemen. I’m Kimber, and yes that’s my real name, and I’m told that this is your first time at Double D’s.”
Mark smiled and nodded, but didn’t take his eyes off her breasts.
Duncan shook his head. “I’m sorry about him,” he said.
“Honey, don’t be sorry. That’s why I’m wearing this tiny thing. Go ahead and look.” She stuck her chest out a little more and pulled at the edges, revealing more cleavage.
Duncan couldn’t help but glance down, causing her to smile.
“So what can I get you gentlemen to drink?”
Mark smiled and glanced up at her. “You’ve got some gorgeous breasts, Kimber. Can I have a Jack and Coke, and the nice guy over here will have…”
Duncan sighed. “Jack and Coke is fine.”
Mark thankfully left him alone for a few minutes so he could look over the menu and decide what he wanted to order.
Kimber came back then and brought them their drinks and took their food order before disappearing back into the kitchen.
“So tell me man,” Mark said, “Why don’t you want to come to places like this?”
Duncan shrugged. “Honestly man, yeah, I like to look at boobs,” he said.
Mark smiled. “Well good. I don’t think they have any restaurants like this for guys that play on the other team.”
“It’s just that I’ve got a sexy wife at home,” he continued, ignoring the comment.
“Hell yeah you do. Man, she should come work here,” Mark ribbed him.
Duncan shook his head and smirked. “Not likely.”
Kimber came back with their meals and stopped for a second to chat and see if they needed anything else. Duncan found himself glancing down at her impressive cleavage more.
She smiled and looked directly at him. “You don’t have to try and hide it, you can look at my tits.”
He shook his head politely. “I’m okay.”
She laughed lightly and shrugged.
“Answer something for me, Kimber,” Mark said.
“Okay,” she said pulling a chair out and sitting down. The action had the effect of propping her boobs up on the table when she scooted in. Duncan suspected that she’d done that on purpose, and the thought was confirmed when he saw her grinning naughtily.
“So obviously guys stare at you all the time,” Mark started
“All the time,” she confirmed.
“You know they’re looking at your tits, do you honestly mind?”
She shrugged. “It all depends, honestly. I mean, you can’t touch us, for one, so if someone tries to do that, we call the manager and they get asked to leave. But all in all, most people don’t misbehave here. That goes a long way for me. I’ve worked at a few other “breastaurants” in other towns. Most of the time a woman is going to know when you’re looking at her rack. She’s either going to care, or not care. Chances are that if she’s working at a place that caters to that, she won’t care.”
“There you go,” Mark said, cutting into his steak. “See, now look at her tits, guilt free.”
“It’s not about that,” Duncan said. “Look, you’re a beautiful woman and yes, you’ve got a great set of breasts, but I’ve got a knock-out at home that, no offense, I’d rather look at when I get home.”
“Aww,” Kimber said. “So sweet.”
Mark shook his head. “He’s not lying. She’s a fuckin’ knockout.”
Duncan grinned and blushed slightly.
“Apparently he got some this weekend,” he said.
Duncan’s smile widened. “C’mon Mark,” he muttered, breaking the awkwardness with a sip of his drink.
“I’d say so, by the way he’s grinning.” Kimber said. “How many times?” she asked.
Duncan coughed and nearly spit his drink out.
Mark laughed loudly. “Come on man, tell her,” he said finally.
Duncan was blushing profusely now. “I didn’t count,” he said.
Mark, genuinely surprised, turned and raised an eyebrow. “Wow,” he said.
Kimber smiled and stood to leave. “I better go check on my other tables.”
Though he was enjoying her company, he was glad to see her leave.
“Man, can’t we ever just have lunch without you trying to embarrass me?” Duncan asked.
“So y’all really had a lot of sex this weekend? Is that normal?” Mark asked, ignoring Duncan’s question.
Duncan ignored him, but soon realized that he probably wouldn’t let it go, not if sex was involved. “Come on man, I don’t want to talk about my wife like that.”