First Date
The following Wednesday Mark took Marcie on their first real date. The Vietnamese restaurant, Pho Cali, located at the foot of Bednarik Crossing, a half block from Coyne's Steakhouse where Marcie played piano nightly.
Marcie bought a little black dress especially for the evening. It was a little too short and a little too clingy and it cost twice what she'd intended on paying, but it was perfect for the evening she had in mind. The slinky black dress combined with black thigh highs, her only usable pair of 'fuck me' stilettos, (She made a mental note to buy another pair with her next paycheck.) no bra and just a black thong would provide her with the exact combination of chic and wanton availability.
She was certain that they would spend the night together. Lord knows, she thought, I've craved sex the last couple days after that little minx Aniah told me how she let those boys gang bang her.
She ran her hands up and down her sides, admiring her slender form. She admired her small, apple shaped breasts, flat tummy and narrow hips, and she twisted round looking over her shoulder at her small, tight heart-shaped derrière. She liked to imagine what other people thought when they saw her naked and it never failed to excite her to think that her body was desirable and turned others on. Her fingers slipped down the front of her thong and she was pleased with the smooth feel of her hairless sex, the result of regular waxing since meeting Yvonne two months before.
She watched Mark's eyes light up on seeing her when she answered the door and breathed a sigh of relief. It's going to be fine, she told herself.
"You look stunning tonight Marcie," he said, "I didn't think it possible, but ... yes, you've outdone yourself. You are absolutely gorgeous."
"Thanks, Mark, you're looking quite dashing yourself," Marcie replied, growing wetter with his compliments.
They caused a slight stir in the cliental when they arrived at Pho Cali. From Marcie's perspective, Mark looked even handsomer than he had the last time she'd been with him, and that was going some. Needless to say she was aroused; not only by his close proximity, but by the looks the other diners, both men and women gave them as the Maître de escorted them to their table as well as the knowledge she would have him inside her before the night was much older.
"Mr. Newlin!" the owner screamed as she recognized Mark as they were seated at a corner table in the back with a view of all the comings and goings within the restaurant. He had been introduced to her three days before when County Commissioner Borelli, insisted he join him and Chastened's Mayor, Bill Adams to discuss several possible projects.
"I'm impressed," Marcie laughed. "You're a celebrity. I had no idea. I've never been here before and I work just down the street. Kind of weird, you know?"
"No, not at all; I happened to have had lunch with the Mayor here a couple days ago. I got his tentative approval to design the new courthouse they want built." He paused then laughed. "Oh ... you meant the restaurant! Weird that it's so close to work and you've never been. Dumb as a rock, that's me!"
"I didn't know you were in construction too!" Marcie said, choosing to ignore his self-depreciating remark.
Mark nodded, appreciating her tactfulness. "I'm not! I'm the architect, but it's a major job designing inside and out, worth about $200,000 to my firm when all's said and done. I should add the possibility of other contracts stemming from that one as well. So all in all, a very good day."
Just then a waiter appeared at their side and he ordered for them without asking Marcie what she might want to drink.
"Wall Street Whiskey?" She said, questioningly.
"Yeah ... I had some the other day. His Honor insisted. Don't let the name fool you: Wall Street alcohol has very little to do with New York's financial district. It's actually a blend of Scotch and local Vietnamese spirits that has become widely available throughout the country. It's not technically a whiskey, but for all intents and purposes is treated as one."
"Are you ordering for me too?" Marcie inquired, not really caring if he did, all she wanted was to finish the meal and jump his bones. Damn that little slut, Aniah for turning her on. She was still turned on! Conveniently forgetting that Mark's close proximity might have had something to do with her feelings more than Aniah did.
"No, but I will suggest some things from the menu as it's in Vietnamese."
"I'm sorry, I didn't ... um, go ahead, what's good?"
"Well then, if you like noodles, I recommend Po, a salty broth with fresh rice noodles, a sprinkling of herbs and chicken or beef. It's a mainstay in their diet back home."
"Mmmm, and?"
"Um, there's Cha Ca, a dish of sizzling chunks of fish seasoned with garlic, ginger, turmeric and dill on a hot pan tableside. I'm told it's so exceptional they named a street in the capital after it."
"I'm impressed you know all this."
"Thank the Mayor and Mr. Borelli. And if you like crepe dishes, you might want to try Banh Xeo, a crispy crepe bulging with pork, shrimp, and bean sprouts, plus the garnish of fresh herbs that are characteristic of most authentic Vietnamese dishes. You err, cut it into manageable slices, roll it up in rice paper or lettuce leaves and dunk it in whatever special sauce the chef has mixed up for you. He told her about several other dishes then closed his menu and looked at her.
Marcie's eyes were sparkling and her thong was already wet. This guy went to a lot of trouble to impress me. He didn't have to; he could have had me back in my apartment when I told him I'm a sex addict. Then when I all but lie down and spread my legs, he cut the date short and left. He refused to take advantage of me! I know he wanted me. I saw that boner, but he walked away rather than let me break the rules ... although he did say we'd fuck, but didn't say when. If I'm honest with myself I want him inside me. I can't resist having sex.
"So what are you having? I can order something else and we can share."
"I think we should start with Cha Gio, a kind of bite-sized crunchy spring roll with a crispy shell and soft veggie and meat filling dunked in a tangy sauce that will get your gastronomic juices flowing before a main course. But for entrée's I'm opting for the Cha Ca, um, you know the fish dish."
"Great, then I'll go with that spring roll and the um, Bun bo nam bo. I feel like noodles, and this doesn't have any broth. I prefer it that way. I don't want everything soggy, I like crispy food. Beef, peanuts and veggies and a splash of fish sauce and fiery chili pepper."
She was impressed when he ordered for them without faltering, and raised her glass of Wall Street Whiskey in a toast. "To superior knowledge."
"Hardly," he replied, but was pleased all the same.
"Well I'm impressed," Marcie said with a smile. "Now I hope I'm not stepping on anyone's toes but can you tell me how you made out with that woman?"
Teasing her, Mark replied, "And which one might that be?"
Lowering her voice to a whisper, she answered, saying: "C'mon you fuckin' horn dog, you know 'which woman' I mean!"
"Ah, the one at the party?"
"Yeah, Mrs. Borelli. The County Commissioners' wife."
"Um, you being in Sex Addicts Anonymous ... should I be talking about such things?"
"I can break your kneecap with these stilettos here and now. I suggest you quit teasing me and answer the question." This was said with a perfect smile on her face and no indication that she was threatening him.
