Sin Rooms Chapter 2 Lasagna

Date: Some time later in the present  
 
 
“Lasagna,” I said. “With a caesar salad and a Perrier please.” I added.
 
“How about you?” The waiter asked Giselle.
 
“I’ll have a pasta pomodoro with a glass of wine, thank you.”  
 
I chose this restaurant because it was a walking distance from her flat, off Regent Street and close to Leister Square. I had no idea if it was good or not. A lasagna for £50 pounds?! It sure as hell better be good.
 
I picked her up at exactly eight, like we agreed. I rang the bell and she came down a few minutes later wearing a tight red outfit that hugged her body like a condom. Very short mini skirt, her full rounded breasts were dying to come out. I felt that tingle again. I had ejaculated twice that day and she was the culprit, so that tingle was leaning toward the pain side of things. Of course I tried to hide it, of course she saw it, of course she smiled then she gave me a kiss on my cheek, and that tingle got worse.
 
“Would you like to walk to the restaurant?” I asked. “It is just ten minutes from here. We can take a taxi if you want.”
 
The weather in London this time of year was perfect. Sunny, surprisingly no rain, a cool breeze that tickled your senses. Whenever I come to this city I always like to walk. Walking in London brings out all those memories of my eight years I spent here.  
 
“No problem. Let’s walk.” She answered. I was sure she did not want to. Walking in those very high heals of hers must have been torture. She was a pro, She never wobbled for a second.
 
“Don’t you like to drink wine with your food?” She asked in surprise when the waiter brought out our drinks.  
 
I usually don’t drink. I don’t like to loose my grip when I am talking to people. Especially when I’m talking to women. That’s dangerous. “I have an early flight tomorrow and I need to get up at five.” That wasn’t entirely true.
 
“You told me you come to London often. What is it exactly do you do here?”
 
“I’m an independent consultant.” I replied. “I don’t have any business in London at the moment. I just like to pass by this city whenever I’m on a business trip.”  
 
“What exactly do you consult?” She was curious.
 
“Basically I tell people what they have to do and most of the time they don’t do what I tell them to. Yeah, I know…I suck at my job. I would like to try my hands on something other than what I’m doing right now. Do you think they’ll hire someone like me at your agency?”
 
“I’ll put in a word for you if you want,” She chuckled. “It must be exciting going around, always traveling and ordering people about.” She followed that with a relaxed smirk.
 
“Yes. It is exciting. Sometimes, not always,” I said. “The ordering part is what I don’t like in my line of work. I’m not a dominant person in nature. I prefer when someone takes charge. That’s much more exciting. Don’t you think?!” I left her to wonder what I meant by that then I added, “The most exciting thing in my job is getting to visit new places, seeing new cultures, meeting new people, especially people like you.”
 
“Why?” She asked. “Why do you like to meet people like me?”  
 
“Why? What is wrong with people like you?” I said. I knew what she meant by that. “I have many friends who do what you do.” I was trying to reassure her. She was a young woman, in her late twenties, working as a tantric masseuse, most probably doing some kind of escort job on the side. I’ve met many people like her. I could feel she was at a cross roads in her life wondering if she was doing the right thing. They all face such kind of personal conflict when it comes to their choice of profession. Well, maybe not all. I felt she was looking for a guy who might take her into the next stage in her life. That was why she asked me out to dinner. She was the one who suggested we go out. I should have declined. But I didn’t. I probably made a mistake accepting, knowing what she wanted from me. Knowing I could not give it to her.  
 
“So, you are a regular at the agency,” she tried to change the subject. “What other ladies have you meet other than myself?”
 
“I’ve met Emily, Fabiana, Megan, a few others I forgot their names,” I replied.
 
“Ooo.. I’ve heard of Fabiana,” she smiled. “I haven’t met her personally but they say she is much into Dark isn’t she? You like that sort of thing?”
 
“Sometimes,” I lied. I love it.
 
“I never tried anything other than a classic,” she said. “I did the soapy tantric and the four hands massage once but nothing as exotic as a Dark. It’s getting popular now a days.”
 
“I guess people want to try out new things,” I confirmed. “But not everyone is comfortable going to such an extreme.”
 
“I’ve heard Fabiana is way more extreme than most,” Giselle said. “I don’t think I can use an electric wand in a massage session. I don’t know how she does it.” Of course I did not tell her how she does it. Each has her own technique when it comes to offering a tantric massage. I’ve never had to ask or force anyone to do what they haven’t been trained to do. They probably wouldn’t like it and someone could end up getting hurt. Mainly me.
 
“I remember you told me you used to live here in London,” she said. “You studied here didn’t you?”
 
“Oooo… you have a good memory,” I forgot I had told her that. I had to remember what else I blurted out when I was in her bed. People confess things in bed they probably wouldn’t do anywhere else.  
 
“Yes I did.” I replied. “I lived in London for more than eight years. I did my undergraduate studies as well as my masters degree in this city. I still have many friends here in London.”
 
“Like your friend who taught you how to use your fingers to make a woman cum?” She asked. Another confession I should not have blurted out.
 
As I said. Gisele was a smart woman. She was fishing around trying to know more about me than I wished fished. Unfortunately she had the upper hand. Well, one hand in particular which crept between my thighs and squeezed my cock from outside my pants. I knew she was dangerous. I just didn’t realize I was such an easy bait. I also didn’t realize what a bite of lasagna can do to you. The moment she squeezed my cock that bite got stuck in my throat like a lump of wood. I tried to gulp it down with soda water. The bubbles didn’t help. I almost coughed it out like a volcano. If took another squeeze from her which forced me to take a deep breath thankfully sending that lasagna back down my throat where it was supposed to go.  
 
“Did she do what I’m doing right now?” Her grip got harder.
 
I didn’t want to tell her that my friend did much worse. However I had to weather this one out trying not to pass out before she finished. She continued to squeeze the bulge she held captive in her hand, then she lowered the zipper to my pants and slipped her hand inside. The lasagna was off the menu now. I put the fork down and waited to see what she planned to do.  
 
“I bet she didn’t finish you off like I’m going to do right now,” Giselle clearly explained her intentions. As I said, she was dangerous.
 
Never tell a woman you’ve enjoyed being in another woman’s bed. Lie, lie and keep lying until she believes she is the most important woman you have ever fucked. How the hell did I forget that rule?! I just realized I made a mistake when I told Giselle I had a friend who was great in bed. I had to suffer the consequences for my blunder. Now she was getting her revenge. The only thing I could do was nod giving her the impression that this was the first time I was being given a hand job in a restaurant ever. I relaxed in my seat opening my legs wider to let her finish what she started. It’s not that I could stop her even if I wanted to, which I didn’t. It didn’t take long until what little of my cum she cupped in the palm of her hand. After cuming for the third time that day, she wasn’t going to get much more than that.
 
“Would you like some desserts?” The waiter surprised us before I zipped my pants back up.  
 
“I have all the desert that I need, thank you,” she replied. I just waved him away unable to squeak out a word. She surprised me yet again when she pulled out her hand from under the table and licked those few drops of my manhood out of the palm of her hand. “Mmm… yummy,” she moaned.
 
A few hours later we walked back to her flat once again. I was still hungry. I hadn’t finished my lasagna but food wasn’t on my mind right now.
 
“Would you like to go up for a drink?” Giselle invited me up to her flat as she was unlocking the entrance to her apartment building.  
 
“Maybe next time,” I said. I kissed her surprised face which said it all. “I hope to see you next time I’m in London.” She didn’t say a word. If she had a gun, I would probably be dead by now. She just closed the door behind her and left me to wonder if I did the right thing.  
 
Did I do the right thing? I’ve been trying to answer this question ever since I returned home. Giselle was a nice girl. She deserved to find a man that could make her happy. I wasn’t that man. Besides, I wasn’t sure I was able to go through another friend in London right now.
 
“Hi,” She said the moment I returned to my hotel room that night. “How was Giselle?”  
 
“Fine,” I answered on my iPhone.
 
“Good,” she said. “I’ll be waiting for you at twelve. Don’t be late.”