<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a8/Cnc-jack-real.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Jack Spade (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=215725.msg10605730#msg10605730)<br/><strong>Who:</strong>open<br/><strong>Where:</strong>out front to back room<br/><strong>When: </strong>Sunday, June 1st about 8pm<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Slacks, tshirt, sports jacket<br/><hr/>With a low rumbling engine the Camero came to a stop in the parking lot of the diner. A reasonably good looking, middle aged man behind the wheel. He looked about nervously as if checking that nobody was paying attention. Of course nobody was, as a car pulling up to a diner around dinner time was the most natural occurrences  in the world. If anybody had, they might have noticed the same Camero driving past the diner several times over the past hour before he decided to pull up.<br/><br/>Jack checked his appearance in the rear view mirror.<em>Ok boy, you can do this... Nothing to it. Your just gonna have dinner.</em>he told himself, though he knew that was only half the truth. Ever since his friend Pete told him that a friend of his had told him about this place and he thought that a weird cover, a thought had been nagging in the back of Jack's mind. It had been nearly three years since his breakup with Ashley - or more precisely since Ashley had broken up with him. Three years with touching tender, female skin. Three years since feeling the sensation of a warm, moist... Rosie Palm and her five sister's weren't just feeling the same way. Though Jack probably wouldn't have minded that so much if it wasn't for work.<br/><br/><em>Yes, work really made it hard.</em>And that was true I many ways. Though Jake liked his job as a teacher and volleyball coach for a high school, the hard part was coaching the girl's senior volleyball team. All those pretty girls with lithe bodies, firm asses in tight short, leaning forward in anticipation of the serve... It took all his willpower to actually pay attention to what they were doing and not just feast his eyes on their bodies. Today had been especially bad: they had a league game against the local high school when Jack had felt his manhood awakening. He had only casually thought about paying this place a visit. Too bad was his memory of his one and only visit to a brothel when he was younger. Never before or after had he felt more like a number being served than in that joint.<br/><br/>But this place was supposed to be different - the women working here young and pretty and most importantly enjoying sex to the fullest. At least that's what Pete had said... and so after watching the young girls play, their sweet little asses and all, having endured an almost painful erection for most of the game - and the constant fear of someone noticing as some of the girls came to hug him after their victory - he was here.<em>Take a deep breath and just go and have dinner. Nothing to it.</em>that was easy for his inner voice to say, but still he made the way into the diner and when asked what he was looking for by the waitress - a mid-50s woman who looked like the stereotypical diner owner whose name tag introduced her as Priscilla - Jack almost turned around and ran for the car... But he stayed, had rotisserie chicken with spiced country wedges, and when Priscilla asked he if he'd have something for desert and that she had a great pumpkin pie with ice cream, he stuttered that he was actually looking for something else.<br/><br/>Priscilla looked at Jack as if he'd just asked if she had strawberry sorbet, because her face expression was as nonchalant and friendly as ever as she said<strong>"You would like some peace and quiet? Sure, just follow me. I'll put the dinner on your tab."<strong></strong></strong><br/><br/>Priscilla led Jack down the corridor with the bathrooms and the through a door that had a "employees only" sign on it, down winded stairs into a cozily lid, plushly furnished back room. There were small stages with poles to one side, a large bar, many booths and a pool table in the corner. This definitely didn't feel like a diner anymore - more like an exclusive club.<br/><br/><strong>"Just take a seat anywhere and someone will be right with you."</strong>Priscilla said and made her way back up to her customers. Jack stood there for a moment before getting his courage up to actually walk further into the room. Traffic here was much lighter than in the diner and Jack guessed that it was still kind of early for most customers... Except the few sitting around. In one booth he spied a guy with an extremely young looking girl who had her bare legs across his lap and he was caressing them.<br/><br/><em>This is definitely not what I thought it was like. </em>Jack thought as he took a seat in one of the booths.<em>But then again... What do you expect of palace that's said to have women working that looked like models... And they are very pretty... And very damn young</em>it came to him like a realization, but true enough most of the girls walking around here we're not older than early twenties... Some seemed even younger.<br/><br/>Jack looked around a little and felt comfortable - though his raging hardon that had bothered him for several hours was really starting to hurt. He reached for the menu to get a drink and almost choked.<br/>Instead of meals and drinks it seemed this menu was filled with a list of what seemed like aliases for the girls - complete with their sexual likes.<br/><br/>Jack felt his head ready to explode as what little blood remains out of his cock rushed to his face and made him turn a bright color of crimson.<em>This place is off the scale</em>he thought as he started to peruse the menu.