Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 7 Chapter 268/ 18: Talk in a Booth (Trigger warning Please read the top message)

This is a chapter that I am highly interested in reading, and I would like to read the reactions too. There is a trigger warning, please let me cook with this as it is the story of the characters, and I really don't give a shit about real life in this book.

If the reactions are poor, I might come back and edit them, but I would love feedback as I spoil you all rotten this week.

Just a quick thing. I have been on a roll. Sorry to all those looking for other books. I have just been in the zone on Life of a Dominant Futanari, and this does not happen often, so I am taking advantage of it to get a lot of work done.

Now to the chapter

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Pulling into the bar and grill did not take long. Honestly, I would rather walk but not in these clothes. When I walked in, I saw a couple of people look at me, and Crystal smiled, wrapping her arm around mine. I liked the feeling when she did that, and I noticed now that she was. 

How long had that been going on for?

I made a mental note, and the sign on the front said to seat yourself, so the three of us found a booth and walked over to it. Crystal got in first, and I followed after her, with Samantha taking the opposite side. I saw a couple of people drinking, which was a bit early, or was it?

"What time is it," I asked, leaning back, and Samantha chuckled.

"Who cares? They are drinking, so what?"

"Fair point," I replied, sighing, leaning my head against the back of the booth. I am a little tired."

"You say that after demolishing two people by cumming in them, like what? Twelve times in five hours."

"I think it was eleven, but who is counting? Also, I wreaked a little cuck this morning." Then I smiled, "Get this, Samantha," I said, and I saw Samantha with a look of dread on her face. "What?" I asked, seeing that look.

"Another thing?" Samantha asked, and Crystal laughed.

"What?!" I asked again.

"You attract trouble," Samantha pointed out.

"Look, it is not my fault."

"BUUULLLLL SHIT!" Samantha exclaimed.

"WHAT! I don't like it either!" I exclaimed.

Suddenly, I heard my phone and turned to Crystal because I did not remember bringing it. She pulled out her purse and pulled out my phone, much to my surprise. "Lexus?" Crystal said with a curious smile. "Who that?" she asked.

"Oh, she was that wannabe assistant Manager the other day, she was craving my cock the other day, but my schedule was full." I said, grabbing my phone slowly, "I think she got the position, too, because of that sale."

"Oh! Her, I liked her attitude."

"You are hopeless," Samantha added.

"Hello, this is Angela speaking," I said with a grin.

"H—Hey, Look, you know why I am calling, right?" Lexus said, "You said that you would contact me later because you were busy last week. I have been having a dry spell since I was with you last time, and frankly, I am craving. Are you interested in some fun? I am on my safe days and want to enjoy myself since I don't have work tomorrow. Interested?"

I was surprised by the bluntness, but then I remembered her attitude to catching me fucking Kyle in the booth. "Sure, my girlfriend has to rest her pussy from the other night and cannot fulfill her obligations to my dick; she would love to watch you take over the duty," I said with a grin on my face and Crystal smacking my arm a couple of times as the waitress walked up with now astonished eyes.

On the other hand, Samantha was rolling her eyes, but I could see the smile on her face.

"Oh, I did not expect you to be so quick about deciding. Um, do you know, like, have a place where we can meet up?" Lexus asked with a bit of attitude as she explained the obvious.

I chuckled, "Yeah, right now I am at a bar and grill getting ready to eat before heading to a place where I can fill up your baby tank. Interested in food first?"

"This isn't a date, right? Do I have to pay for it myself? I have to admit I am a bit short if I have to. I planned to eat some noodles before heading over by bus," Lexus admitted, and I could almost feel the blush on her face.

'Look, grab a ride; I will pay for it, or a slut around me will," I said with a mischievous grin and got slapped for it, "Then we can go from there."

"You sure?"

"Look, you saw my purchase last time; it doesn't matter to me. Come on over," I paused. I almost forgot to tell you the address," I said, pulling it up on my phone and turning it to speaker. "Take this down," I said. Then I told her the address.

"Okay, I got it. I will order a ride there. I will see you in twenty minutes. Don't eat without me," Lexus said before hanging up.

"You got another bitch following you around, isn't this slut enough," Samantha asked, pointing out her friend.

"Fuck no," Crystal said, "I am not enough; my pussy is fucking raw from the fucking I have been getting the last couple of days, it still hurts a little, but she keeps getting me wet regardless that I want to jump her. I can't take her on alone." Crystal exclaimed.

Then I turned to the now very embarrassed-looking older waitress. "I am sorry," I said with a small smile. I am a very open person. I have a person coming to meet me here now, so can we get some drinks instead?"

"Sure, what can I get for you?" She replied, but the blush was apparent.

"I would like iced water. I drink a lot of water, so if you have a pitcher, I recommend that," I said with a smile.

"I will take a black Russian, and I will tell the bartender that three ice cubes are the most I will accept without complaint," Samantha said.

"Hmmm, I want to stay sober, but I want to drink," Crystal said with thought," I will take a beer, whatever you have that is the lightest and not trash like Bud or Budweiser, please. "

"You want a light beer?" The waitress asked.

"Please, I respect my body; something light in alcohol but not a light beer."

"Ah, okay, I will get some for you. I will be back in a bit. Please, don't be too loud with those conversations."

With that, the Waitress left with a blush on her face, and I leaned back. "Can't believe you are going to drink that horse piss," Samantha said with a grin.

"Bah, you just got used to Europe's good beer. Not my fault. It's all my palate has learned, so it doesn't taste like that to me."

"Is it better?" I asked, curious.

"Oh, fuck, beer anywhere else in the world is better than the united states. I fucking love my country, I love it to death, but fuck, Our beer is trash." Samantha said, looking at me seriously. Crystal groaned in response, "Seriously, Angela, our beer on AVERAGE is three percent weaker because of regulations. The same beer they sell in Canada has a higher alcohol content with a fucking kick. Drink two beers to get the same amount of alcohol that costs less in Canada. Fucking crazy; we are constantly fucked over here when it comes to our school. I am not even comparing it to the better places in the world that make a damn culture around beer. Our beer is trash compared to the rest of the world."

"Okay, we get it. You're a snob for beer. I like ours being weaker; it allows me to drink more."

Samantha looked at her friend, and I shrugged. "Well, it is not like I care either way," I said with a chuckle, "I don't drink, I am not old enough to drink, and I don't care enough to drink. I mean, there is nothing good about it. I like being in control of myself."

"You're a mood killer for drunk people," Crystal said with narrowed eyes.

I chuckled, "Water is the most superior form of hydration. Water is the best, and if you need some more natural sugars, drink something like orange or apple juice."

"Your Girlfriend is one of those health fanatics."

"You know what the weird part is," Crystal said, "She isn't; I have seen her indulge herself all the time. Pizza, burgers, and other unhealthy foods with grease, she doesn't care. When she drinks a damn liquid, Only water and juice."

"What?" I said as both women glared at me. "Water is superior," I said my statement was objectively true.

"You know, the more I learn about you, the weirder you become," Samantha said, leaning back with a smile. So you're going to be working out more often soon?" she asked, clearly changing the subject.

"Yeah, I am going to be training every day now, seriously. I am also buying a house," I added.

Samantha's eyes widened. " Why don't you just?" Samantha stopped and glanced at Crystal. " Never mind. But why do you need a house? I thought you were still living with your parents."

"Nope, I am homeless at the moment; I don't want to talk about why, though." 

"Understandable; I guess you're technically couch hopping, although I know Crystal won't let you be homeless when push comes to it."

"Yeah, I am not too worried; I found a place that I like. I think that the lawyer you recommended is putting in an offer for me."

"Wow, nice, you trust her that much?"

"not really; I think it is more beneficial for her not to fuck me over now. It is against her interest in so many respects that I seriously think it would be so stupid to break that trust that I just can't see a world where she does."

The waitress chose that moment to show up, and I saw her dry swallow. She had a fearful expression for a moment as she walked up. Then, I tried to hide it before she started to set down our drinks and gave me a pitcher of water. I smiled at her, "Thanks, I appreciate it; we will order when the fourth person gets here." I told her, and she nodded a little too much.

"Yeah, okay. You can wave me down when you need something, or I will come by when I see a fourth at the table," she said as she walked away.

"Did she look scared of me?" I asked, my voice curious, and Samantha chuckled.

"You look like a gangster. Your muscles are clearly visible despite your arms not really showing it, and the self-confidence you carry naturally is easy to misunderstand."

Crystal started to chuckle, "You know, you're going to have to live with those for the next two days, right?" 

I turned to look at her and remembered that she had told me that. I smiled, "I think it will be fun, right?" I lied, and Crystal chuckled.

"I wonder what people will think at your school?"

"Fuck, Sarah," I said as it dawned on me.

"Who?" Samantha asked.

"Religious ass she has around her."

"What degree?"

"Um, I think she is a solid three, maybe four, but her parents, whom Angela met on Monday, sound like a seven to nine."

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"Oh, the religious fanatic scale."

"Oh, now I am curious," I said, "Please explain; it sounds useful."

Crystal smiled, and Samantha joined in as they looked at each other. "Okay," Samantha said, turning to me. I could clearly see why these two were friends at this moment. So, top down or bottom up?"

"Bottom up," I replied quickly.

"Okay, Zero is agnostic, not atheist, because the same scale can count to someone who is Atheist. but I digressed." Samantha started and continued a moment later as it looked like she was collecting her thoughts. "One is someone who believes in god but doesn't give a fuck. Two are almost the same, but they think they are a little spiritual and don't attend church or anything."

"Okay, that makes sense."

"Three is where things start to get complicated. This is where people just go to church because the people around them pressure them. They don't really care, but they are peer-pressured and leave as fast as possible. A lot of kids are at this because their parents force them."

"I am picking up what you're putting down."

"Now, four is where you get the same, but actually will hang around and talk to people, making other churchgoers in their social group. So they have a bunch of friends at their church there and go because of that more than the sermons." I nodded along. Then you have a five. This is the middle ground where they go because they want to have friends in and out of church and are believers who go for the sermons."

I frowned, thinking about it, and nodded. 

"Six is where you get to the people that volunteer, and a vast majority of their friends and community come from their church. They dedicate themselves to their church a bit more, but it's because they really believe in their god."

"Okay, I am liking this so far; it makes sense."

"Seven is where you start to get into Crazy territory. They are people that dont really have friends outside of their church, they dedicate time and money too things around the church and sometimes attend meet ups and if they get a friend outside the church they try to bring them to church and will even pressure them to do so."

My frown deepened, and I did not like where this was going.

"Eight is where you start having people who drank the cool-aid; they donate every week whatever they think they have to do. They attend any meet-up they can and will search for others to bring to their church. That gives way to the Nine." She took a moment to catch her breath, "These are the ones that have almost nothing outside the church. It doesn't matter that they have kids; their only social life is in the church; otherwise, their life revolves around church. They will force loved ones and peer pressure others into following them to church and donating. Then there are Ten. They are where you see the true people that when they see someone spike, the cool-aid will drink it and say when people start to die that it wasn't the one who spiked the drink even as they die. They are forceful about their recruitment and pressure others, and they will even politically advise others about things in that religion. They will pressure others, and frankly, they will force their religion down the throat of others and fuck all those degenerates that are not a part of their religion."

I thought about Sarah's parents, and I frowned. "I think they are both nines or tens," I said, feeling sad even as I said it.

"Oh no," Samantha said. Look, I want to be blunt with you. I think religion is okay for those who need it. There are even studies that show religion can help with drug addiction. I think religion has its uses, but it also spreads a lot of hate. So please don't take this wrong, but be careful around people like that. They are forceful."

"I don't think Sarah is like that," I said, feeling unsure. "I am not sure a scale is a good thing. I replied, not feeling uncomfortable. I did not like putting something like belief on a scale, especially genuine belief. I might not like it myself, and I think certain denominations made the world a seriously worse place. Evangelical came to my mind, thinking that it would be followed by Mormon, but I kept to myself on that.

"I can see this makes you feel uncomfortable, Angela." Samantha said, "You believe in god?"

"Nope. My parents took me to a bunch of religious places of various beliefs when I was young. I decided against it, but I respect it."

"Then I am going to tell you something, Angela." Samantha said seriously, "I can't help but believe in god; I never had a chance not to believe that there is a god because I was raised by two tens. I went to church three times a week when I was a kid. Wednesday sermon, Sunday morning and evening. My parents donated ten percent of every paycheck to the church. I was raised believing that if you don't donate to God, you are a bad person, and when you die, you will be in a fire burning for all eternity. That the devil would torture me, and that was where naughty boys and girls went. That was where the gays went, that is where the lesbians went, that is where anyone who did not believe in god went. Then I found out I like women. I like feminine men, but I like that soft look. I really liked that soft look and," Samantha paused, "Look, I get it. Respect the beliefs of others, but I hate the Christians in particular despite the fact that I believe in their god with all my being."

"That-" I stopped myself. I could see the pain in Samantha's eyes and looked at Crystal. My eyes narrowed because I saw the same pain in hers. 

"You know, churches have done really amazing things in the past. I used to help build homes with them," Samantha said, "But that doesn't mean I like the people. This got too heavy. Sorry," Samantha said and took a breath. "Seriously, be careful around her. Poor girl liking you and being in a house like that."

Samantha shook her head. "This scale does not include just Christianity either. I have met Ten on the scale of atheists. This works for really anything, like political beliefs. They can be a fanatic about the two parties and believe stupid shit because of it. So you don't have to use it for belief structures, but you can use it for other things."

I felt a bit better about that and leaned back, "Okay, to be honest, I have read the entire Bible, and there are things I agree with, but there are more things I disagree with."

"Why did you read the bible?" Samantha asked.

"I had no friends," I replied bluntly and shrugged, "I had time and was interested. Religious script can be very interesting to read. There is rape, murder, betrayal, so many things in the bible. But remember, to properly read it, you have to get rid of the verse and chapters. That is something that was added in later to manipulate some of the passages, and it changes a lot of the context if you don't read it properly."

"You fascinate me, Angela," Samantha said.

"Um, Looking for Angela?" I heard a voice that sounded very familiar. I turned my head, saw Lexus, and grinned.

"Lexus, Over here, we are having conversations that are too deep for a day like today," I said with a chuckle, and she looked at me questioningly as she walked over.

I looked her over as I did so, and she had that long red hair and a no-nonsense look on her face like she could not give a fuck. She was wearing a white blouse and blue jeans that did not really fit, as well as heels. As she walked by, she smelled of strawberries, "Sorry, I came from work, and I only had jeans and this crappy shirt to wear."

"That's okay. Order whatever you like," I said with a grin. Lexus, this is my Girlfriend Crystal," I said, pointing at Crystal, who smiled.

"Nice to see you again, I think?" Lexus interjected.

"And this is my boss and friend, Samantha. Don't ask what we do, though," I said with a chuckle.

"Well, right now, I would say you joined a biker gang and look fucking hot for it," Lexus said, biting her lower lip. Then they turned to Samantha, "Wow, you are really good-looking too; um, will you be joining us?" Lexus asked with a blush, and Crystal started to laugh, and Samantha rolled her eyes.

"No, I will not be joining you in your fun," Samantha said, "But Angela promises a good time."

"Oh, I know," Lexus said, "First time having a craving for a person."

"You are a god, Angela," Crystal added with a laugh.

"Well, I came down to bless everyone with a massive dick in their pussy."

That was when the waitress showed up. Now, her face was beet red, and she was speechless. "Um, sorry for overhearing."

"No, No, don't be. I'm sorry you have to listen to us. I am very open about what I am—a womanizer in my own respect. I apologize for being loud at your workplace. I will tip accordingly for your displeasure."

The waitress and Lexus looked blown away. "Um, thank you. Would you like anything at this moment?" she asked, sounding shocked.

"Give me a minute to look over the menu, and I will tell you after. My friends haven't either been looking or haven't been here long enough to decide."

"Okay, I will be back in a couple of minutes. Thank you." She hurried away with a smile on her face, and Samantha looked at me weirdly.

"Are you being serious about that?" Lexus asked.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" I said, curious, "Not everyone is open sexually like I am. Crystal loves watching me plow other women, too. So you are not exactly facilitating me cheating."

"Well, that is understandable, but this and that are different," Lexus argued.

"And I made her uncomfortable at work. I don't like being uncomfortable at work and can afford to compensate accordingly."

"Um, I did not bring your wallet.' Crystal added, looking at me with a Mischievous smile.

"My boss will compensate accordingly."

Crystal laughed, and Lexus bit her laugh to hold back, "And obviously, take it out of my pay."

Samantha smiled, "You really are a unique one. How much are you thinking?"

"Um, five hundred, spread the wealth a bit. Let her buy groceries for the month?"

"Seriously?" Samantha said, and I shrugged.

"Look, I am in a good mood after getting over that shit not long ago. Things are looking up for me. May as well help a woman out a bit. She looks fucking tired," I said, looking over and happy to see this time; she did not walk up while I was saying something embarrassing or embarrassing to her. I did not want it to sound like an insult. 

"Okay, I will pay it out, but I am definitely taking it from your pay," Samantha said seriously.

"I probably won't even notice it gone," I chuckled.

Lexus looked at me surprised, "How much do you make?"

"A disgusting amount for what she does, and that is coming from her boss who set up the damn contract."

"Not that you regret it one bit," Crystal said, teasing her friend.

"And that is right, too," Samantha said.

"You are making me curious," Lexus said.

"Well, curious, look at the menu," I quipped. They groaned as I looked at the menu to find some food, just as the waitress showed up again.

"Can I help you? Maybe something to drink?"

I looked at the half pitcher of water and smiled, "More water, please," I asked, not remembering when I drank so much water and noticed Samantha was nursing hers and Crystal's glass was half full.

"Okay, for the lady/," She said, turning to Lexus.

"Yeah, I need a beer. For food, can I get the burger and fries with some extra fries? Got a craving for them after seeing the picture."

"Perfect."

Then the orders went around the table, and I asked her for three separate meals because I was fucking hungry.

I leaned back, and the conversation turned lighter, much to my happiness. That religious talk was not my cup of tea. When the food arrived, we all started to eat and enjoyed ourselves. Samantha, when she relaxed, was fun to be around. She smiled as we talked and enjoyed each other's company. 

We finished eating at some point, with me not leaving a single bone of a pound of wings like they were my worst enemy. I burped a little and sighed, "Fuck I was hungry." I finished with the burp.

"You look the picture of a biker girl right now," Lexus said, and I nodded.

It was annoying eating with these fake rings, but I like the look, if I am not going to lie. I think if fucking looks good and hot like this.

"Agreed."

"Agreed."

"Agreed." They said one after another, and I grinned. 

"See, I look good, and why should I stop looking good like this."

"Because you look like a thug?" Crystal said, "I might get too horny and jump you at every fucking moment of the day."

"That is a problem for you, not me," I replied with a savage grin, "I can take whatever you have to throw at me and then make you scream hours after you are begging for mercy."

Lexus shivered along with Crystal, and Crystal bit her lip a little. " I can't even fight that. See what I have to deal with?" Crystal said, looking for help from her best friend.

"Nope, no help from me; I have seen her stamina; she is right," Samantha said, making it look like she was backing off, "I already asked you two to stop making me a voyeur in your fun."

"But I love being stuffed by her," Crystal complained with a smile on her face.

"Cash or credit," the blushing waitress suddenly asked as she handed us the receipt we asked for not long after I finished my second pitcher of water.

"Oh, sweety, sit down for a moment," Samantha said. We are paying cash, but I want to hand it to you," she said.

I moved over, pushing Crystal into the wall a bit, giving her space to sit. For whatever reason, Samantha asked, and Crystal slapped her on the shoulder in return. 

"Now, this is for the bill, and you can keep the change," Samantha said, putting down a hundred and forty dollars. Then she pulled out five one hundred dollar bills, "This is for the discomfort you had to feel with serving us. And please don't spread around what sluts we all are," Samantha said with a smile as the Waitress's eyes widened. "I don't know if you pool tips or whatever. But I want you to put that in your pocket and hide it. The change from that is what you can tell them is your tip."

The woman was stunned and looked at her. "T- Thank you," she said seriously. She tightly took the money and slipped it into her bra. "I really can use this." She said, and I could hear the emotions behind it. "If you ever want a place to make your waitress uncomfortable, I will deal with it for something like this again," She joked, but I knew it was serious. I could tell she was uncomfortable with us, and she got up, grabbing the money for the food. "Thank you so much."

"Have a good day," Samantha said with a smile.

I looked at Lexus, "Time to go enjoy you. I mean, enjoy ourselves," I said with a grin. I pulled out of the booth, and Lexus smiled and got up. Crystal did the same, followed by Samantha.

"You know, I think this is the most we just chatted about random shit since we met," I said to no one in particular, and Samantha scoffed.

"That is because you are usually rearranging the innards of my best friend."

"True, True," I said, chuckling as we walked out of the bar and grill.