Page 31 of Sugarplum

“I ordered an appetizer,” Dylan told Matt. “I got us some pork dumplings and crab rangoon.”

“Oh good,” Matt exclaimed. “I was going to get the dumplings too. All righty then, I’ll just go over the main courses. I’m definitely getting us some beer, what about you babe?”

Ysa shrugged, “Just get me anything but soup and no lite beer. I want something heavy babe.”

I looked over and saw Ysa’s hand dive underneath the table and towards Matt’s crotch. This was a VIP room, after all, and with the curtains closed it was unlikely anyone would disturb her from jerking him off other than the waiters coming in to give us our food. I then looked up at Dylan, wondering if he knew what they were up to, and discovered he was still looking my way.

“Hey,” he greeted in such a casual manner it kind of caught me off-guard. “You want some naan bread?”

“Naan?” I have never even heard of it in my life.

He smiled, “It’s a kind of Indian bread, just really thin. You can use it and dip it in sauces or in all sorts of curry.”

“Thought this was a Chinese place?”

He nodded and explained, “Yeah, but a lot of Chinese culture was influenced by the Indians. Just think about Buddhism - that’s actually a part of Indian mythology and lore but it’s worshipped all over China, Japan and other Asian nations. Naan is also a big thing outside of Indian.”

Wow, he just lectured me about Indian bread appetizers. That was one sign he was much older than I was. He’s had more time to read about the non-essentials like freaking bread appetizers. It was quite amusing though.

“Hmm, I never knew that,” I told him and tore my attention away from the damn menu. I instead focused all my time on him now. “Let’s have some and then you can tell me more about you.”

That got the old hunk into a good mood. He pressed a button that called in the waiter. As soon as the waiter peeked through the curtains, Ysa withdrew her hand from Matt’s open zipper. She bit her lip and looked at me and we both tried to keep ourselves from laughing.

While we were getting all giddy like kids, Matt and Dylan ordered the food and drinks. Dylan then turned on the television in the room and Matt flipped through the channels until he found a sports channel.

After the food came in and we were eating, I was starting to get a little more comfortable. I completely forgot about how exposed I looked in this red dress and just spent the hour chit-chatting with Dylan about everything and nothing.

Turns out we had a lot of things in common. He and I had no love for baseball, we both loved to swim and he had this extreme fascination with movies. That last one really got my attention and I felt my whole body light up like a bulb when he told me he tried making his own short films in the past.

“So you didn’t go to film school?” I had to ask while we were munching down on prawn dipped in some kind of sweet and sour sauce.

He shook his head, “I couldn’t. Back then I just had to go to a business school because my brother died and the company fell into my hands. Turns out I’m good with numbers.”

“Sorry about your brother,” I felt compelled to say.

He shrugged like it was nothing, “Nah, it’s nothing. That was like twenty years ago. I bet you were probably four or five years old at the time.”

I couldn’t help but laugh and nod. “Yeah, I do hope it’s okay that I’m much younger than you.”

“I don’t mind,” he answered. He glanced at Matt and then back at me and said, “To be honest, I was hoping Matt was going to bring in someone nice and young. I mean, look at him and Ysa - they’re really happy.”

“So you want a young girl too to call you ‘daddy’ while you fuck?” I said and almost instantly I wanted to slap myself. Why the fuck did I just say that?

Oddly enough, he didn’t seem offended.

“Sure,” he answered me. I couldn’t tell if he was being snarky or just telling the truth. “Every old man wants to feel some young gal’s lips around his cock. That’s the American Dream right there.”

I burst out laughing and asked “Isn’t the American Dream all about reaching your goals and succeeding in life regardless of birth and station?”

He raised an eyebrow and smiled, “That’s quite deep from such a cute, petite little person. Well, you got to look at it from an old guy’s perspective, like mine. I’ve already lived a life, had my ups and downs. At this point all I really want is to feel alive.”

“And fucking a young hot chick makes you feel alive?”

Dylan smiled, “Doesn’t it make you alive, regardless of how young or old you are?”

He had a point. I couldn’t really argue with that.

“Hey,” Ysa suddenly butt in. “Dessert’s here.”

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