Cassie's Creamy Lobster Soup
Nick "Knife" Williams took a glance at his phone's Map app. He promised to meet Cassie at 7 pm and made sure to follow through with that promise.
The display showed an arrival time of 6:56 pm. With light traffic, he had enough time to park and be right at her doorstep on time, which is how he preferred it.
His birthday was tomorrow, but he wasn't one for birthdays, especially his. However, to meet up with Cassie Wolfe, an intriguing woman who promised him a surprise birthday dinner date, he made an exception. She was attractive, clever, and liked having a great time - there were worse ways to spend a birthday. He knew this firsthand because he'd experienced other possibilities.
His relationship with Cassie started in high school. She was a 'friend of a friend' and ended up going to the senior prom with him. Not that he cared about her or the prom, but a few shots of cheap whiskey later, and they found themselves at a house party, where they decided to hook up.
After that, they had one date - a low-budget dinner and movie, followed by more... activities in the back seat of his old pickup truck. Yes, Cassie wanted more and Nick was aware of it, but something in his gut told him to end it there. As a result, they became out of touch.
Nick didn't last long in community college. He realized it wasn't for him and soon found himself standing on the "Yellow Footprints" at Parris Island, South Carolina. After Infantry training and multiple deployments to combat zones in Iraq and Afghanistan, he was happily involved in the Marines.
The week before his first deployment to Iraq, Nick and his pals ended up in a confrontation at an Oceanside, California tattoo parlor. While two would-be robbers tried to steal cash and run off, Nick intervened, disarming one of them and subduing them both. Unfortunately, Nick got a cut on his left palm from a switchblade. The injury was minor, and his strict commander had no real problems with him. This event earned him the name "Knife." (Possibly because of his skill with knives or his ability to cut through situations.)
12 years later at 29, Nick found himself again armed and conducting patrols, but this time in a completely different urban setting - his hometown. He left the Marines and returned home to care for his aging parents.
However, he soon got bored with civilian life and craved the dangerous work environment. He wanted to return to being a part of a team where he shared shifts of day-to-day tedium interrupted by moments of sheer terror.
Nick made sure he stayed physically and mentally fit, and enjoyed the long hours, often combining training sessions in the gym with his long work shifts. Unfortunately, his dedication to his job meant that relationships were hard for him to maintain.
He was six feet tall, handsome, and athletic, so it wasn't difficult to draw people to him. The problem was keeping them around since he was more focused on his career.
It surprised him when Cassie Wolfe came into his life again. She introduced herself, asking him if he was still in the military. Nick found this very random, but agreed to spend some time having coffee with her. From high school, they had been more than just acquaintances, sharing intimate moments on two different occasions. Yet, he didn't know how she had gotten his number.
Without realizing it, Knife unwittingly chose to spend his birthday with Cassie since they were going to have dinner together, though he hadn't planned this. The future held a surprise, and Nick was confident he would enjoy it.
She had unclear intentions. Knife thought she was probably keen on going on a date with him. He recognized the likelihood that Cassie might have romantic feelings, but he was very hesitant to be involved in a relationship with her. Or, there was a chance that Frederick Wolfe had finally decided to run for public office and needed a bodyguard.
Speaking to a few of the people who still lived in his hometown, he found out limited information about her. She'd been linked to a large number of partners (men and women, if Knife chose to believe the rumors).
Knife agreed to meet for coffee.
Around two weeks after Coffee.
Walking up the extravagantly designed walkway, Knife couldn't helped but appreciate the magnificence of the property. He realized that this section of town was where he was familiar with, his daily routes and calls never brought him to this affluent neighborhood. Hedges and luxurious gated communities surrounded million-dollar houses.
Coffee with Cassie had unfolded as Knife had anticipated. It was uneasy at first, although the two eventually grew comfortable with each other. A natural chatterbox, Cassie shared stories about everything she'd done in the past ten years.
Her pacing never stopped- there appeared to be a constant flow of energy from her. Knife calmly nodded, yet noted she never asked a single question about him.
Before they parted, Knife was baffled when she remembered his upcoming birthday. She said she wanted to celebrate by cooking him a meal. Knife didn't argue- there was worse than a dinner from an attractive, energetic woman like Cassie.
While sharing coffee, Knife learned that her latest job had been as a part-time yoga instructor. Sexy and slim, she had an entrance that showed off her toned and curvaceous figure. Her long, straight, raven hair framed a cute face, green eyes and full lips. He set a plan for a night two weeks later.
The doorbell to the Wolfe Estate rang melodically in a series of pleasant sounds. Knife had purposely arrived early.
Just a moment after, the right-side double door creaked open. Knife assumed he'd encounter a servant or butler.
Instead, it was Cassie's head peering out with a large, lopsided grin.
"Hi, happy birthday!" She exclaimed, pulling him into an embrace. He felt her warmth and firm body against his chest.
"Let's go that way."
Cassie guided Knight through a vast foyer, down a hallway and into a large dining room.
Knife observed her figure again with her tight jeans and loose blouse. She really looked wonderful, toned and packing curves in the right places. Her yoga teaching duties clearly suited her.
"Have a seat, Nick" Cassie ordered. She pointed at the seat at the head of the table. The seat of Frederick Wolfe. Knife seated himself there. He instantly noticed that it was slightly higher than the other seats. Typical move to show power, thought Knife.
"You look good sitting there, daddy" Cassie teased.
Before Knife could deal with this, she made inquiry.
"How do you feel about soup and a salad?"
Nick would've preferred a pint of beer and a cheeseburger, but he agreed.
"Yeah, that seems good to me."
A few minutes later, Cassie came back to the room with a dish. It contained a dressed salad and a bowl of orange soup. She set the place at the head of the table and one for herself.
"Hey, thank you for making me this meal."
"Happy Birthday, Nick." She whispered seductively in his ear. Her warm breath and low, sultry voice gave him a thrill.
Knife sat at the head of the table. Cassie took the seat beside him. He prepared to eat the salad and lobster bisque. The food was delicious, and Knife doubted that she had made it.
"Do you like the Bisque?" Cassie asked.
"Yes, it's truly amazing."
Knife finished the soup and salad. Cassie talked throughout, discussing the history of the property.
Cassie bit her lip. Knife thought he detected desire in her eyes.
Nick couldn't help but stare at her chest. She had obviously undone a button.
"Do you want seconds?"
Knight really didn't want seconds, but he consented.
Cassie left her chair, carrying Knife's bowl with her. She headed for the kitchen. Knife took the time to check out the room. He admired the intricate decor, the chandelier over the table and the cabinet full of crystal.
But what caught Knife's attention most was Frederick Joseph Wolfe II. A grand oil portrait of him hung on one wall of the dining room. In the painting, he displayed a mix of scorn and amusement, in addition to his thin mustache and constant glare. Knife was relieved not to have met the man in the past ten years.
Cassie appeared back in the dining room, almost spilling Knife's soup. She put his bowl back in front of him and resumed her seat.
"Hey, thanks for making me this meal."
Nick realized she hadn't cooked anything.
"Is it good?"
Knife set down the spoon and observed as Cassie stood and removed her shirt. She allowed it to fall to the floor. Knife appreciated her attractive figure.
He slid his chair back. Now, Cassie stood between Knife's legs. His hands ran over her smooth, pale skin as he embraced her.
During their coffee date, she mentioned having undergone a breast augmentation. Knife found it odd that she described it as spending "her allowance money on boobs to get attention."
Far from complaining, in high school, she had already had lovely breasts; now, they were well-shaped - their tops curved out of her black lace bra.
They kissed. Slowly. She held his face as their lips pressed together.
Suddenly, Cassie bit down hard on Knife's lower lip.
Knife groaned. What the heck was that for?
She remained silent, instead giggling a sultry, smoky laugh.
Behind her, father appeared to look down in imagined disgust.
Cassie began kissing Knife again. Knife moved her closer. She whispered into his ear.
"I want you so badly right now," her voice sounded like flames in his ear.
Cassie slid to her knees and knelt in front of him. Knife's erection bulged underneath his jeans. Cassie caressed the inside of Knife's thighs.
Cassie gathered her dark, raven hair into an improvised bun, tying it with a hair tie on her wrist. Moving swiftly, she undid Knife's belt and trousers, revealing his erection. She held his stiff cock, pumping it gently.
"You have a very attractive penis."
"Thanks, never heard that before." Nick laughed.
Cassie bobbed her head, creating a rhythm as she sucked him. She didn't slow down to tease him, but rather maintained a steady pace.
Knife held onto the armrests, his fingers gripping tightly. The suction around his shaft felt amazing. Cassie's full lips and warm, soft tongue were exhilarating.
Nick's gaze drifted up to the massive painting hung above them. The Family Patriarch stared back at him, seemingly disgusted. Imagining his daughter performing this act at his dining table.
Cassie made soft slurping sounds as she jerked him off. Her raven-black hair waved in the air as it brushed against his lap.
Knife could feel his climax approaching. He trembled, struggling to maintain his composure. Cassie continued without stopping. Knife knew it was coming up fast.
"Fuck, Cass, I'm going to..." Knife uttered, slightly too late, as his orgasm struck. Cassie kept sucking.
Knife gripped her hair.
Cassie smiled at Knife. His semen glistened on her chin.
She leaned across the table and spit the excess cum into the soup bowl.
Cassie then stood and kissed Nick. The taste of his own cum was on her lips.
Taking a cloth napkin, she wiped her lips and chin. Mischievously, she threw the towel at Knife's lap.
"For your handsome penis."
Nick smirked, wiped her saliva off his cock and tucked himself back into his jeans.
Cassie rebuttoned her shirt.
"So, what are your plans for the rest of the evening?"
Knife grinned. He had expected them to spend more time together.
"That was the highlight."
"Aww." replied Cassie. She did not look up, instead tapping away furiously on her phone.
"I'm going to meet the girls."
"Okay, have fun."
Knife felt confused by her response.
After kissing her, she opened the front door and escorted him out into the cool night air.
"Until next time, baby." Cassie sighed seductively.
*****
Knife parked his truck outside his apartment. His phone pinged. Several messages from Cassie.
Happy Birthday my love!
Pictures of a Birthday Cake, Eggplant, Squirt and a wink face followed.
Let's hang out some more time together soon, daddy.
Knife chuckled. What was this woman's playing style?
If her birthday gift was a bowl of soup and oral sex in his father's chair, what would another night with her bring? Knife chuckled eagerly.
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