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***V: I don’t fucking know man, she said she wanted to see you three. So just get your ass over to Oliveira in 109th.***
***G: You don’t think my fatass knows where the best restaurant is in?***
***K: Why does she want to see us anyway?***
***V: I just said I don’t know. Just be honest and be nice. I really like her.***
***W: Putang ina mo (fuck you -Tagalog-)! We’re always nice!***
***V: That’s the spirit.***
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Kaz, Wigs and Greg were lead towards the back of the restaurant and they were seated and water is served promptly.
Kaz leaned in close and the others did as well. “Don’t fill up on potatoes,” was all he said as he gave a knowing nod.
“Motherfucker, don’t tell me what to eat. I know what I’m about!” Greg snarled as he got up and made his way to the center of the restaurant where the sides, salads and charcuteries are kept.
“I heard this place has the best top sirloin,” Wigs started as he rubbed his hand in anticipation. Greg soon came back and sat, his plate has a large dollop of mashed potatoes and a few pieces of salami.
“If y’all wanna eat, flip the card to green.”
Raissa emerged from closed doors, holding a paper pad and a pencil tucked behind her ears. She wore a black blazer over her red top, buttoned tightly, and a black pencil skirt, black heels and her eyes are framed by black rimmed glasses. However, she wore a soft pink lipstick that brought contrast to her entire outfit, but at the same time called attention to how plump and perfect it is. She pulled up a chair and sat herself down in front of the three. Her hair swirled and flowed around her face, like falling autumn leaves.
A slew of waiter followed her, carrying skewers of meat. Top sirloin, ribs, prime rib, new york strip, lamb chops, pork, chicken wings and filet mignon. They went ahead of her, offering what they carried and as they sliced pieces of it off it was carried off with small tongs and deposited into plates.
“So, where to begin,” she began as she adjusted her glasses and regarded the trio before him. She smiled as she placed her hand on the table, “What is Victor like?”
With mouths full of food, the trio simply stared at each other and then back to her. Kaz gulped his down after some more chewing, then asked a question himself, “Personality wise or professionally? Frankly, I’m not familiar enough with you to share some of the more intimate details.”
“I will, that motherfucker is something else,” Greg piped up as he started slicing some strips of beef in manageable pieces.
Kaz looked at him and poked him with his elbow. “I will share what I can. He can be closeted, sometimes he keeps his feelings bottled up. If he becomes stressed enough, he will talk to his cactus when there’s no one else to talk to.”
“Wait, he has a cactus plant?” Raissa interrupted as a smile formed on her face.
“He treats it more like a pet, if I am being honest. He’s an introvert. He doesn’t like going to clubs because heavy bass makes his head hurt, he doesn’t like strip clubs because a stripper rubbed up against his thighs one time and left a film of *something* and he was mad about that, and he doesn’t like being put on the spotlight.” Kaz then gave a nod to Greg.
“What he does like is doing OG dating shit. You know like walks on the beach, the park, dinner and movies. Oh by the way, he doesn’t swim in the ocean because he’s paranoid about sharks. He likes video games but not in an obsessive way. He plays for a bit if he’s free, but if y’all are in the same house he’d rather spend time with you. He likes anime, so sometimes he spouts of random Japanese shit for some reason. He also hold grudges for a fucking long time, but he is hard to anger.”
“Vic hasn’t forgiven Greg’s fat ass when he broke his Nintendo DS back in the 6th grade,” Wigs piped up.
“I bought him a new one!”
“Motherfucker, you bought him a new one 5 years ago!” Wigs laughed as he slid some more Picanha beef into his mouth.
“And he still hasn’t forgiven me!”
“Anyway, if he really like your ass he’ll take you in his car and just drive around the city with you. He loves that STI, but I gotta say the EJ engine is a bit unreliable, he had to rebuild it after 200K miles. He doesn’t like big dogs, except for golden retrievers because he finds them fucking adorable, we was chased by a pack of them when we was kids.” Greg placed another meat into his mouth and watched as a waiter sliced a piece of Picanha for him which he gladly accepted.
“I need more intimate information. His favorite food, color, what he wants his woman to wear, hair style.” Raissa said as her hands worked in circle.
“Oh, you’re planning to seduce him? He already said he likes you and that’s farther than most people have gotten with him. Anna is his first real relationship and do you know why? Because he’s a dense motherfucker that’s why. The entire time in middle and high school there were girls wanting to go out with him, but he never did. He doesn’t pick up hints very well, you gotta lay it on thick with him. In college, he didn’t have any relationship because he was so focused on getting his degree. During a party, one time, there were two girls literally making out next to him, just sloppily sucking face. They were rubbing up on him and eye fucking him just mackin’ on him hard, it was so fucking obvious. But he just sat there on the couch watching WWE then when it was over he got up and left!” Greg’s tirade went.
“He was pursued by other women?” Raissa asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Yes! Someone spread a rumor in school, high school and college specifically and girls wanted him! They literally gave him their panties and he just looked at it and threw it in the trash! As for your other question, he doesn’t care what you wear but he has a thing for uniforms, thigh highs and glasses. Hair style, I don’t think he gives a shit about it either. The only color he doesn’t like is neon pink and green.”
“Wait, what was the rumor?”
“That his dick is fucking massive,” Greg laughed, “Kaz here was the one who actually spread it.”
Kaz gave her a salute.
Raissa looked away, a bit shy, but the action didn’t escape Wigs attention who held onto the little information.
“Alright, so he’s a nurse and he doesn’t get grossed out easy. Your throwing up chunks? He’ll hold your hair, give you gatorade, and clean up after you. Bleeding? He’ll apply pressure and stitch you up. Shitting all over yourself? He’ll wipe your ass until its spotless. But if you’re hawking up phlegm? You’re on your own. He doesn’t like the noise, it just rattles him. He’s also a tiny bit gross sometimes. Like he follows the three second rule. One time a cupcake fell on the floor, cream side down, and he fucking picked it up and ate it! He’ll try any food once, even gross shit like fish eye balls which our mom loves. He said it tasted fine but a bit hard. He loves my mom’s Sinigang and it makes his own mother mad because its supposed to be her food that is his top tier favorite. Whenever my mom makes it he’s the first one there and he’s the one setting up the table. He’s been trying to get me to learn it but I don’t fucking want to and he can eat shit.” Wigs nodded with each sentence, enjoying the Picanha beef. He chewed it slowly to allow himself to completely savor the flavor.
“Alright, so what is his preference in women?” Raissa continued to pursue as she gathered confused looks.
“His preference? I already said he didn’t date or anything, and that Anna and I guess your fine ass, are the only girls that he’s been with. So I guess his preference is that his girlfriend isn’t a cheating bitch! Why she gotta break his heart like that?! Goddamn that woman, I’mma get Samantha back for this if I ever find her!” Greg growled as he looked at his growing pile of meat and angrily flipped his card over to red.
“Samantha?”
“She used to be with us but she got too bitchy and decided to join the bitch club in high school. She introduced Anna to Victor then fucked off back to hell or something, I don’t know.” Greg said with irritation. “Oh let me tell you something interesting about him. He looks like he’s just a darker Chinese dude right? Wrong, he’s half black. His mom is Chinese and his dad is black and his mom’s gene basically overpowered his. He has a brother and a sister and they look nothing like him! There’s a running joke in his family that he’s an affair baby, he ain’t though and they all laugh about it now.”
Raissa felt that she has enough, having written down key point, and she thanked them as she stood up and walked back towards the double door leading to the kitchen.
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“What was that about anyway?” Greg asked aloud.
“Dude, she’s checking references. Victor is in a job interview, she’s vetting him!” Wigs answered and Greg nodded at that.
“We should’ve vetted her,” Kaz threw the idea out, ” We know nothing about her. What if she cheats on our boy?”
“Nah, she ain’t gonna cheat. Did you see that little look she gave earlier when Greg mentioned the rumor? She knows it!” Wigs eyes widened upon the revelation he gave out. “our boy Big Dick Vic got his cherry popped!”
This drew a shrill gasp from Greg. “Oh my lord, I thought I wouldn’t live to see the day Big Dick Vic would dick someone down!”
“Why else do you think she’s so goddamn interested in him? He dicked her down good!” by this time Wigs is laughing.
“It’s kind of sad that the dude with the biggest dick in our group is the last person to give his virginity away, don’t you think?” Kaz swam with the thought then shrugged.
“I’m full black and his cocks bigger than mine!”
Big Dick Vic is a nickname that the three has given Victor in secret. When they were 17, they walked into his room, unannounced, and saw him mid stroke reading a Hustler. Since then they would call him that nickname in secret. To this day, Victor doesn’t know about it.
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“Clarissa, a word please,”
Clarissa is a curvy Brazilian 39 years of age that Raissa has known ever since she landed in this place 11 years ago. She has become her confidant, her best friend and her family. In return, Raissa made her the general manager of her little empire. Her two daughters both work in the restaurant as the front of the house and the bartender.
“Do not let Salazar set foot in this restaurant, I am divorcing him.”
“Ah, I never liked him. He would sometimes hit on the younger girls and some had left because of that. But why are you divorcing him?”
“That corno (male cheater -Br. Portuguese-), he has had four affairs! Four! I found a better man for me, one that I do not need to mother all the time!”
“A better man? Is he… good?”
Raissa smiled shyly as she brushed her hair back and rubbed her arms softly. “In more ways than one. A better lover, he has a respectable job, and he is kind and sweet. Clarissa, I will call my lawyer tomorrow to start the paperwork.”
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Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/pgg8mh/a_dish_best_served_hot_mfcheatinglong_read_part_4