I had tried several times to change her mind, but she wouldn’t relent. Just my luck, the first Friday night I have off for months and I finally have...the chance to do something fun and she falls for another ‘online’ guy and won’t stand up to him and tell him that she’d rather go someplace else. What was worse, she had made me promise to be a ‘third wheel’ and go with them.“You promised that you wouldn’t back out on me Dana,” she said.“I’ll be ready to go at eight,” I said hesitantly.“Thank you. She was 30 and insisted on that hyphenated name because; as she puts it, she is a professional rather than an hourly worker. She is a bank trust account clerk, not an officer, a clerk. I make three times as much income as what she does, but because I do actual manual labor, and wear a uniform, I am labor, and she is professional.I met Connie in an ordinary, normal way. I was in a pizza parlor having a beer and a pizza. She was sitting with a couple of other ladies. I was about ready to leave. I wondered what would happen next. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched him, watching me. And as I did this, I thought back on the events of the past that had brought us here.I'd grown up in a small town, a happy and normal girl, until puberty hit that is. It seemed to hit everyone else around me, but for some reason it just glanced off of me. While all of the other girls were developing rounded hips and breasts, I just continued to shoot straight up like a fucking bean pole.Even in terms of. "Oh my... Looks like you could use a hand with dinner, since you seem to be all tied up...." She sat on his lap, making sure to grind into his pelvis. She fed him small bites of his dinner, and gave him sips of a strong red wine. He kept glancing down over the top of her dress, and into her deep cleavage. She kept wiggling in his lap, just slightly, as she fed him. It didn't take long for her to feel a growing bulge beneath her. He leaned in and began kissing her neck. She cooed slightly,.