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Emma
There’s always something about a man in uniform isn’t there? Even though I have yet to see either Luke or Isaac in their full fire-gear, I imagine they’re both incredibly sexy. But let’s face it, a well-tailored three-piece suit is close enough.
I’m waiting just outside my apartment for Isaac, who said he’d pick me up for seven-thirty.
Being a stripper means you have access to a multitude of sexy outfits, but I did my best to select my least stripper-like getup.
We’re going to an Italian restaurant, slightly upscale I assume, so I bust out my nice black pencil skirt, and a polka-dot blouse that I’ve barely worn. Just enough cleavage to tease him during dinner, but not enough to bringtoomuch attention down on me.
Isaac pulls up in a bright blue Toyota with the windows rolled down. I can see him smiling as he climbs out of the car. He’s wearing a light blue dress shirt with black dress pants. Once more, they’re tight, and outline his muscular frame like a Greek statue. I can’t help but to quiver at the sheer sight of him.
“Good evening miss. What a stunning sight you are.”
Isaac reaches out a hand and I gladly put mine in it. It feels warm, and powerful.
“You aren’t so bad yourself, good sir.” I feel butterflies fluttering in my stomach. This is a rare feeling that I get. Very few men have made me feel this way. I’m hoping this will lead to something, at least fun.
I climb into the seat and Isaac begins driving to the restaurant. When we get there he holds the door, pulls out the chair, and sits opposite me. He crosses his arms, continuously grinning. The restaurant is framed in leather and dim, classy lighting. A candle flickers between us.
“You haven’t lost that smile the whole drive over.”
I do my best to keep my eyes on his. They are a stunning emerald, ones you can deliciously get lost in. The muscles rippling under his shirt aren’t so bad either.
“It’s easy to smile around you.”
I laugh. It feels real, natural.
“So did you end up going home with anyone else the other night? There certainly were a lot of pickings.”
It’s Isaac’s turn to laugh now.
“No, that’s not really my style. Besides, we’d already made a date and I like to keep my focus on one beautiful lady at a time.”
I roll my eyes, rolling my finger over the rim of the wine glass. It rings, and his eyes glance down to it.
“What, no good?”
“That’s the kind of line I was expecting.”
“Sorry, I’m used to being around men all day. Not exactly up to date on my romance.”
He reaches out across the table, squeezing my forearm as he speaks. I place my arm on his hand.
“I’ll give you this one pass.”
Isaac laughs a booming laugh. It sounds powerful, and I hope that that power is something I’ll feel tonight. He’s so ridiculously attractive, and it has been way too long since I last had a good fuck.
Maybe even something a bit more if he’s feeling adventurous.
We both order a pasta dish, but without cheese, which is saying a lot in an Italian restaurant. I for one am holding out to avoid some gas issues and bloating- perhaps he is thinking the same thing.
My mind runs wild as I listen to him talk about his daily grind, and the difficulty of figuring out a healthy sleep schedule.
“That sounds difficult. It’s certainly something I have to consider in my line of work as well. But I’ve learned how to handle it.”
Isaac nods, sipping the last of the red wine.
“I like that,” he says. “A woman who can take care of herself.”
