Go to Chapter 4.66 for the sexy parts. I mean there’s a little here, but most of it is in 4.66
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The next day came without much of anything happening. Salazar still hasn’t shown up and, according to Victor, Anna seems to have stopped coming home too. Maybe they had run off together? Neither party could confirm nor deny, but no tears were shed if they did decide to elope.
However, this would mean that Raissa’s revenge had come to a halt. She is not too broken up about it, frankly she hasn’t thought of the revenge ever since Victor entered her mind and her vagina.
In an effort to take her mind off of her own offer to Victor, Raissa cleaned around the house. It has been a while, obviously her cheating husband didn’t bother cleaning despite barely working. Then again, his various affairs has made him a rather busy man. She cleaned and vacuumed, dusted and wiped down around her house, and as she looked up at the clock, a triumphant smile on her face, she wiped away the sweat forming on her forehead
“8:45” the clock said and she felt anger rising.
Raissa decided to go to the gym, her mind fixated on the goal ahead. She did her cardio, her weights, he squats, everything. Men would constantly try to talk to her, as usual, but she has this single minded focus that caused her to block them from her eyes and ears. She looked forward to one thing and one thing only, and while some men here could, possibly, match up to that one thing they couldn’t possibly match up to the whole package: Victor himself.
In previous relationships all of the men she had dated would constantly try to have sex with her even when she wasn’t ready. They only wanted her for her body, even Salazar acted this way but he had a certain charm that engrossed her. Victor has been the only one that hasn’t asked for anything sexual. He hasn’t sent a booty call, initiated sexting or asked for nudes. Almost all of his text has been about how her day went, what was the seasoning used on the Picanha beef because Wigs loved it, what her allergies are, and what she’s currently doing. She, instead, was the one doing the booty call and the one sending him nudes unapproached. She realized that and she felt warmer just a bit.
She finished her workout, she’s breathing hard and covered in sweat. She looked at her watch.
“12:30”
“Foda minha vida (FML -Portuguese-)” she groaned, she worked out a little too long. She grabbed her towel and keys and left, returning to her home. Salazar’s mustang is still nowhere in sight but it barely registered in her mind. Victor had even asked Kaz if he could stop over at the Seaside Motel to see if Anna’s Corolla is there and reportedly it is so Victor and Raissa breathe in just a little bit better. The revenge is still on the plate but it seems some fun for Raissa and Victor can be had on the way.
She took a shower and threw on a pair of jeans, white sneakers and white tank top. She let her hair hang down to her upper back. She did her make-up, making sure she’s not using an excessive amount and let her natural beauty shine, and applied some red lipstick and mascara. She hummed as she left, looking forward to her little date.
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They decided to meet in Smileys, a bar on the corner of Beach Avenue. It’s a fairly well known establishment, somewhat quiet and it offered a variety of drinks for its patron. Victor is unfamiliar with this side of town. While he lives on the southern part of the city, Raissa enjoyed the more lavish lifestyle of the eastern part of town.
Raissa picked Smileys because of its location, near the center of the town where most of business are located. Raissa arrived a little earlier than she thought, at 1:15 and she feared that she looked a little too eager. She heard that familiar rumble from a distance and the striking pearl blue rolled in from the corner. She didn’t really take a good look at his car from the last time she saw it, but she could appreciate it’s beauty. Victor likes to keep his car looking as near stock as possible, no outlandish body kit, no external disco lights glittering on the undercarriage, nothing extravagant at all until the hood pops open. The only thing he changed is his carbon fiber hood.
Victor emerged from his car and gave Raissa a hug. She took him all in and breathe in deep, letting his scent fill her head. He took the time to make himself presentable, wearing a pair of dress pants and black leather shoes, a black vest and a white longsleeve with the sleeves rolled up to his elbow. He still wore the same white headband, but Raissa found that it fits his outfit rather well. She felt under dressed, if she’s being honest, but the look on Victor’s eyes melted her as she hooked her arm under his. For the first time they held hands as they walked into the establishment.
The lighting of the bar leaves something to be desired but it’s full and conversation muddled together into an incoherent white noise almost. There’s plenty of people wearing suits which seemed somewhat weird for a bar but seeing as three law firm is within a short walk away one would understand why the clientele is of this nature.
They sat on a booth across from one another and smiled. The weird awkwardness that comes with a first date began to set in as Victor couldn’t start a proper conversation and neither could Raissa. The only thing they have in common, so far, is that they are both being cheated on by their partners, and that they had sex a few nights ago.
Finally, Victor sighed and spoke. “Alright, what weirdness did the three idiots tell you?”
That mischievous smile crawled across Raissa’s face as she leaned in close. “You follow the three second rule?” she said with a smile, “and why do you not like sharks?”
“Alright, first of all when you swim in the ocean you are not on the top of the food chain anymore. You’re not even in the middle. Sharks have a lot of sharp teeth! And it’s serrated! Why is it serrated?” Victor breathe in to calm himself. His somewhat irrational fear of sharks have always claimed a part of his mind and heart. “Secondly, the three second rule is more of a courtesy. The food is meant for me, I refuse to share it with ants!”
Raissa giggled specially when Victor went on a little tirade about sharks. Victor eyed her curiously then realized: he doesn’t know a damn thing about her. Maybe he’ll have to pry some information later.
Finally a waitress managed to find herself in their little corner, introducing herself as Annabelle. Victor found her cute but other than that, she wasn’t someone he would pursue. “Welcome to Smileys, have you been here before?”
Raissa nodded in the affirmative and Victor replied with a “no, I don’t come to this part of town often.” Annabelle nodded and hands him a menu, explained the drink section and the food items and even gave him a little tip on what food to avoid which Victor thanked her for.
“Overall, the burgers are really well made and what we’re generally famous for, stay away from the tuna, and the bartender on duty makes a really good mojito.”
She left them alone so that Victor can mull over what he wants, while Raissa ordered a bottle of Budweiser. Victor found that to be an interesting choice, seeing as everyone else drank beer from a mug while she prefers it from a bottle. Victor himself simply ordered some ginger ale to start.
The drinks came and Raissa immediately took a sip of her beer. Victor watched her, studying how she drank. She wrapped her lips around the lip and closed her eyes as she felt the cool nectar rush down her throat. She gave a satisfied *ahh* as she set the bottle down.
“What?” Raissa asked with confusion as she noticed Victor gawking at her, “do you want some?”
Victor picked up his jaw and nodded, taking looking at the lip of the beer and the red stain she left behind. He shrugged and took a swig of the amber liquid and immediately felt repulsed by the taste, but he swallowed it anyway.
“Delicious,” he said as his face scrunched up and he wiped his lip. Raissa couldn’t help but laugh as she got up from her seat and decided to sit next to him as she motioned for him to scoot in. She leaned in closer to him and sighed just a bit as she rests her head on his shoulders. She hasn’t done something like this in a long time, as the little dates that she and Salazar used to do died off 2 years into their marriage.
“Did you have a long day?” Victor asked as he leaned his head down to hers. He took her hand in his own and he began to rub the top of her hand with his thumb. “Want to talk about it?”
“I needed to find another supplier because the one I’m with right now has decided to raise their price. I found one but they are further away so the price would end up being similar because of shipping.”
“Well how much more expensive would each person have to be?”
“I would have to add $5 per person and $2.50 for children.”
Victor laughed a little. “I don’t think people will mind the increase in price, not around here anyway. Besides, your restaurant is the only Brazilian steakhouse in the city.”
Raissa did realize her little monopoly of the market. Over the years, other Brazilian Steakhouse has emerged but the quality of their meat weren’t even close to hers. Eventually, her competition perished. Raissa has some connection to Brazil, which is where she received some of her spices that she used for the meats, facilitated by her mother whom she is in regular contact with.
“I have not raised my prices in so many years, and now that people are just coming back to eat it feels wrong to raise it. But if I do not raise the price then I cannot give my staff a raise in a few months.” She reasoned, and Victor did see it from her point of view. Some of her customers might see it as Raissa trying to catch up on profits, while others might call it as some mean spirited way at getting her cut of their stimulus checks. Her staff has been working hard to support her and the business and they deserve a little bit more money. Raissa has already cut her hours to alleviate some of the problem.
“Let them make up their mind. If they’re loyal to your brand, they won’t care. If they just like eating in your restaurant, they wont care. You have to do what you have to do to survive specially with the times we’re living in now.”
Raissa snuggled in closer but was rudely interrupted when Anabelle showed up. Annoyed, she recomposed herself and gave her a little stare but decided to soften up. Annabelle caught that look, however, and gave a kind of apologetic look.
“Ready to order?” She inquired as she cleared her throat. Raissa shook her head, asking for another Budweiser, while Victor asked for a Texas burger with fries and extra BBQ sauce on the side.
Victor took a sip of his ginger ale then almost choked as he felt something on his crotch. He looked and saw Raissa’s hand rubbing him, caressing him. He looked to his left to find Raissa’s head returning to his shoulders, nestling in.
“Raissa, really? In public?” he whispered but didn’t stop her hands. Raissa crossed her legs in an effort to block curious eyes from peering in from her side. She unzipped his pants and slid her hand in and felt his hardness grow. She has to move fast, he’s still semi-soft and if he’s fully hard it would be difficult to move his cock. She looked into his eyes, holding his stare with a grin as she further slid her hand into his brief and repositioned his cock so the head looked up towards his body as opposed to being tucked facing south.
Victor couldn’t stop her. No, he subconsciously didn’t want her to stop. He started to pant just a little fast as Raissa too his cock out from his pants through the opened zipper and began to stroke it. “Raissa, people might see,” Victor said in a hushed tone.
“Hmm, then feel free to stop me,” Raissa said in such a low, seductive tone that he couldn’t help but just get a little harder. Raissa looked over and in her joy she found some beads of precum forming. She scooped it up with her fingertip and placed it within her mouth, sucking seductively as her eyes began to really send Victor some obvious signals.
Victor swallowed hard, taking in a gulp of ginger ale as he felt his throat dry up. His hands stayed where they were, refusing to move except for retrieving his drink as he felt himself becoming more and more arroused and his throat drier an drier. He feared that he’ll become some maniac if pushed too far, throw Raissa onto the table and take her there.
Without warning she arrived, carrying a bottle and a plate with Victor’s burger. “Alrighty, here is your foo—”
Her eye widened as she took a gander at what’s happening in front of her. Raissa didn’t bother stopping, she knew that Anabelle was there. She simply swiveled her head and looked at her eyes while she kept stroking Victor’s massive erection. “Um… here is your beer miss,” Annabelle softly spoke as her voice quivered. She gently placed Raissa’s beer in front of her and gulped as she her eyes didn’t leave the glorious sight happening in front of her, how thick and long Victor’s manhood is, and she swallowed hard again as she felt a warmth growing from her crotch.
“And uh…. sir… here is your — Jesus Christ that’s fucking huge — burger,” She said as she leaned over and gingerly placed the burger where it belonged. She slowly righted herself, her eyes never leaving Victor’s manhood and she licked her lips slowly. She finally snapped out of her daze and shook her head, “Is… is there anything I can do to you — I mean, get for you?”
Victor simply looked at her, sweat beading his forehead and simply shook his head no. He feared that uttering a sound might cause him to waiver as he’s been trying not to come. The pleasure that Raissa is giving him added to the fact of the taboo of getting caught has gotten his engine running on all cylinders. Well, they did get caught and that just added to the excitement even more.
“Hmmm, no Annabelle, but tell me: Have you eaten at Oliveira?” Raissa smiled, her hand not missing a stroke.
“I…. I have, yes, just last— ahh, mmm— just last night,” she replied as she watched Raissa’s hand gently moving up and down Victor’s tool. She swallowed hard as she watched a clear bead starting to form on the top of his engorged penis and she licked her lips again. Hunger is in her eyes, but she reminded herself that she’s currently working.
“What do you think of the food?” Raissa continued as she took another sip of her beer. She watched as Annabelle stared at Victor’s member, almost in a trancelike fixation.
“It’s delicious, the best… mmm… meat… Um, the best meat I’ve ever had,” Annabelle said as she shook her head clear of the fog as she soon realized that her hand has moved to her waistline.
“How about the price? Fair, too much? What do you think?”
“It’s actually cheaper than Brazilian Restaurants in other states.” Annabelle answered as she shifted while she stood. She had to stop herself from rubbing her ample breast.
“Hmm, good, thank you Annabelle,” Raissa said with a gentle smile, knowing full well where Annabelle’s hand was going.
“Okay, I will check back with you… shortly.”
Annabelle walked with haste but not towards the kitchen. Instead, she headed out towards the back. Towards the staff restroom.
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