“Damien! So good to see you, buddy,” Oliver shouts as we walk up to our table.
Oliver, daddy’s best friend from college, embraces Damien with a hug and then immediately looks in my direction. His eyes hardly meet mine as they linger to the bottom of this ridiculously short dress. I look around the restaurant with embarrassment plastered on my face. A familiar place. I have fond memories here, my favorite seafood restaurant, to which I frequently visit with colleagues. Now it’s the restaurant where Im flaunting my body around in a dress that hardly covers my ass. Plus, being a little slut as I clench the buttplug inside me to prevent the wetness from my pussy leaking down my leg.
“This must by Lillian! Or do you go by Lilly?” Oliver shouts again.
As Oliver shouts my name I start to pull out of my submission. I’m trying to focus on reality and I touch Damien’s arm for support. I need him right now to help me get through this dinner.
“Lillian.” I say flatly. “Lilly is a bit childish.” I let out in a higher pitch, correcting my tone.