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manipulation game.  I’d had
plenty of that in the past!
    He looked
surprised.  “Really?”
    I put my hands on my
hips.  “Really.”
    Tad nodded slowly, like
he’d forgotten that I spent all my time inside the I-240 loop.  He turned
to face the restaurant and held his arm out, away from his side,
invitingly.  I slipped my arm in his and he pulled me close, then leaned
over to whisper in my ear.  “Then I want you to take your panties off.”
    I stumbled in surprise
and looked up at him.  “What?”
    He met my gaze very
seriously.  “You asked what else you could do for me.  It would
please me greatly if you excused yourself to the ladies’ and got rid of your
panties… if you still want to play tonight.”
    I caught my breath as I
thought about what he was saying.  Sitting in a fancy restaurant,
throughout a whole meal, with my sex naked under my dress.  I knew he’d be
working on me, trying to keep me turned on, trying to keep my pussy wet. 
He’d be making a game of it, walking the line between keeping me turned on and
totally humiliating me.  My treacherous body responded instantly, and I
knew I’d do what he asked.
    My mouth was dry as I
whispered, “Ok.” 
    A hostess led us to a
small high table in the bar area.  I didn’t even look at Tad as I swept
past him to the bathroom, but once I locked myself in the stall I got the
shakes.  I leaned against the cold steel wall and tried to catch my
breath.  What was this man doing to me?  His demands were
unbelievably sexy, but it was like he was steamrolling my willpower – and
I’d never been accused of having feeble willpower before!  Then, as I slid
my nice white lace hiphuggers down my curvy thighs, I realized what I could do
without stepping outside the boundaries of our game.
    When I came back out of
the ladies’ room, I was almost lightheaded.  I felt like everyone could
tell just by looking at me that I was a slut with no panties, but at the same
time, I knew Tad was the only one who knew my secret.  I sat down on the
high bar chair, acutely aware of the way my dress felt sliding against my body,
and matched Tad’s questioning look with a smile of my own.  I placed a
small white lace package on the table and pushed it toward him. 
    “I’m afraid my purse
isn’t big enough.  Tad, would you be a dear and hold that for me?”  I
blinked innocently at my date.
    His whole face lit up
with a barely-suppressed grin.  “Of course, beautiful.”  He slipped
the cloth bundle into his pocket just as a waitress appeared with drinks. 
She gave us each a shot glass and a glass of water, then opened a large bottle
of cold sake and poured.  She smiled at me and asked, “Would you like to
hear the specials?”
    Tad answered
smoothly.  “No thank you, Hayley.  We’ll just have two chef’s
specials, I think.  Alex, do you have any requests?”
    I quickly dragged my
mind out of the gutter and onto the table.  “Ahhh, I hate surf clam, and I
love crispy salmon skin.”
    Hayley made a note on
her pad, then smiled and walked away.  She was thin and tan, with very
expensive blonde hair pulled back in a high ponytail.  Her eye makeup was
a little too dark for my taste.  I wondered how often Tad came here. 
I wondered if Hayley had ever taken her panties off for Tad.  I wondered
if he was just slumming with me. 
    Tad looked at me for a
moment, then said, “I do come here fairly often, I tip quite well, and I always
let the chefs choose for me.  She’s just a waitress who’s good at her
job.”
    I sighed.  “I’m
sorry.”
    “No, it’s fine. 
I’m glad you have strong feelings for me.”  He picked up his sake glass
and sipped it, and I did the same.
    “Wow.  That’s
definitely a step above buy-one-get-one-free hot sake, Tad.”  I grinned at
him.
    “I don’t settle for
anything mediocre.”  Tad reached out for my free hand and gently ran his
thumb up the side of my index finger, then over my knuckles.  His