Lisa enters the Sunrise Grill, her gaze scanning the room until she spots Rachel sitting at a table by the window. She smiles warmly, her heart feeling a little lighter as she catches sight of her friend. Lisa makes her way over to the table, her steps quick and eager. As she approaches, she reaches out and squeezes Rachel's hand in greeting.
“Hey, Rachel. Thanks for meeting me here. It's been too long since we've had a chance to catch up.”
“I know, it has been a while.”
“How’s Paul?”
“He’s fine. He’s…well, you know, Paul.”
“Care to make a wager how long we have until he calls with some emergency?” Lisa chides.
“Now stop, you.”
The restaurant is spacious, with comfortable seating and a warm, welcoming atmosphere. Soft, moody lighting casts a warm glow over the tables, giving the space a cozy feel. The low hum of conversation fills the air, a comforting murmur of voices blending together. The clatter of plates and glasses occasionally punctuates the chatter, adding to the overall ambiance. As the two women sit down, a server approaches their table, a friendly smile on her face as she prepares to take their order.
The server, a young woman with a warm smile and a notepad in hand, greets the two women, her voice cheerful and polite.
“Good morning, ladies. Can I start you off with some coffee or tea while you decide what you'd like to order?”
Lisa and Rachel can't help but notice the server's attractiveness. She's young, with soft features and sparkling blue eyes. Lisa, always the flirt, can't resist the opportunity to tease a bit. “I didn’t see the sunrise this morning but you certainly make up for it.”
“Oh, um… thank you. That’s very sweet of you.”
“Coffee for me.”
“I’ll have the same.”
"I’ll…be right back with your coffee.” She looks at Lisa with a hint of appreciation in her eyes, both flattered and slightly flustered by the unexpected attention.
When the server turns away to get their coffee, Lisa lets her gaze linger on the young woman's figure, her eyes roving over the curve of her hips and the suppleness of her skin. Rachel turns to Lisa, a subtle smile on her lips as she speaks.
“Well, someone's enjoying the view.”
Lisa tears her gaze away from the server and turns her attention back to Rachel, a soft smile playing at her lips.
“How was the book launch? Sorry, I couldn’t make it.” She responds to Rachel's question with a hint of excitement in her voice, clearly pleased with how the launch had gone.
“The book launch was fantastic. I couldn't have asked for it to go any better. Everyone seemed really engaged with the material, and the feedback I heard was incredibly positive. It was a great launch… with one small hiccup. It would come out sounding more like a belch.”
“Care to guess who showed up?” Lisa quizzes Rachel.
Rachel’s eyes widen, a mixture of curiosity and concern flickering across her face. She leans in closer, offers a guess, eager to know what happened.
“Not John? Oh dear, what did he want? Was he looking to talk things over again. Money?”
Lisa’s voice hardens slightly at the mention of John's request. She looks annoyed, frustration visible in the set of her jaw.
“Of course, money. He's always about the damn money. I told him to go to hell where he belongs. I'm done with his manipulative bullshit.” Rachel offers a small nod of approval, her eyes shining with mischief and appreciation.
“Good for you.”
As the server returns to pour the coffee, both Lisa and Rachel once again notice the young woman's beauty. Lisa's eyes roam over her slender figure, taking in the shape of her curves, her smooth skin, and her long, dark hair. Lisa shoots Rachel a sly glance, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She turns back to the server, her voice taking on a seductive tone as she playfully flirts with her.
“Thanks…sweetheart.”
“Thank you.”
“Have the two of you had a chance to look at the menu and decide what you'd like?”
Lisa speaks up, her mind still on the previous conversation but also focused on the food on the menu, choosing something light and nutritious. “I’ll have the fruit and granola bowl, please.”
Rachel, after glancing over the menu for a moment, decides on her own order. “I’ll have the eggs benedict, thanks.”
Just as the server leaves, Rachel leans in, her voice lowered to a hush. She asks the question that's evidently been on her mind.
“Ok, on to more important matters. How did you like the gift they all got you?"
Lisa grins, her annoyance at John's mention quickly fading as the topic changes to the gift. Her eyes sparkle with excitement and appreciation.
“The male escort, I mean.”
Lisa smiles, her expression taking on a warm, grateful quality at Rachel's question. She takes another sip of her coffee before answering, her voice soft and sincere.
“Oh, they went all out with that present, let me tell you. The escort they hired was absolutely mind-blowing, like something out of a dream. I was a little hesitant at first, but he was incredible... and incredibly well-equipped, if you know what I mean.”
Rachel leans in closer, a wicked curiosity in her eyes. There's a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth as she asks the question.
“So, how was he in bed? Don't leave out any details, I want the dirty ones too.”
The conversation attracts the attention of some of the other customers in the dining area, some casting quick glances in their direction with raised eyebrows.
Lisa grins, her voice taking on a note of satisfaction and appreciation as she describes the moment. She takes a sip of her coffee before speaking, her voice thoughtful.
“Well, he was definitely a gentleman. He walked in, undressed, took my towel off, and then picked me up effortlessly and carried me to the bed. It was pretty damn impressive, I have to admit. And the way he moved, so fluid and confident... he definitely knew what he was doing.”
Rachel's eyebrows raised in appreciation and amusement, her laughter bubbling up as she imagines the encounter in her mind's eye.
“Oh, that sounds like quite the experience. So he just took off his clothes and yours, carried you to bed, and was a proper gentleman about it, was he? That's quite the service, I must say. You'll have to tell me more about it later, when we have more time, in a more private setting, ” she says gesturing to prying eyes and ears.
Lisa takes a sip of her coffee, her cheeks still rosy from the earlier conversation. She continues in a quieter tone, trying to keep their conversation more private this time.
As the server returns with their food, Rachel leans in, lowering her voice to a whisper, hoping the server won't overhear.
“Did you use a condom?”
Lisa blushes slightly at Rachel's blunt question, coughing slightly on her coffee, though her embarrassment is also mixed with a hint of amusement. “Yes, we used protection. And he was very respectful about everything too. Very... attentive.”
“Meaning he screwed your brains out!”
Lisa and Rachel turn to find the server standing next to them with the food, hesitating.
Unfortunately, Rachel’s words are loud enough for the server to catch a few key phrases, one of which is “screwed your brains out.” The server pauses, processing what she just heard. Her eyes widen slightly, a mixture of surprise and embarrassment etched on her face, clearly surprised by the content of the conversation, but she quickly composes herself and sets their food down on the table with a polite smile, acting as if she never heard a thing. She forces a smile as she looks between the two women, clearing her throat before asking the question.
“Is there anything else I can get you?”
“I think we’re good, thanks.”
The moment feels awkward, as if the question and the answer were shared in a more private setting. She clears her throat, then quickly leaves the table, trying to maintain professionalism despite the unexpected information she just overheard.
"Um, enjoy your meal.” Her exit is slightly hasty, casting a quick glance over her shoulder one last time.
One woman seated nearby can't help but chuckle, clearly a witness to the awkward moment. Another couple shoots a knowing look in their direction responding to the server’s behaviour.
Lisa lets out a soft chuckle, her cheeks flushing even deeper as she nods in agreement, her voice barely above a whisper. “Well that’s not all.”
Lisa leans in, her voice quiet and filled with intrigue as she recounts the details of the interview she had with the two university students she met at the book launch. Rachel listens, her curiosity piqued as Lisa describes the unexpected turn of events.
“You’d never believe what happened when I sat down for an interview with these two university students, Tanya and Vivienne this morning. Things started out quite normal, you know, just talking about their background and experience and my thoughts on Jane Austen and how the role of women in society has changed since then, blah, blah, blah. But then, unexpectedly, things took a spicy turn... and it got a little out of hand,” she says scrunching her noise.
Rachel raises an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity in her eyes. She leans in closer, clearly interested in hearing more.
“Out of hand? Oh, now you've got me interested. What happened exactly?”
Lisa grins, her eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and satisfaction as she recounts the encounter.
“Oh, it was quite a sight, I have to say. We were all flirting, the tension in the room was thick. But I couldn't help myself, they were so damned hot. So, I took it to the next level and things... well, they got a bit hot and heavy, let's just say that.”
“It sounds like it got pretty intense there. Did you... have sex with them?”
Rachel looks at Lisa with a mix of amusement and admiration, letting out a low whistle as she speaks. Lisa looks back, guilty as charged. Rachel laughs, clearly amused by the sequence of events. She shakes her head, a mixture of disbelief and amusement on her face.
“So let me get this timeline straight. We arrange a night with a male escort for you and have an amazing time. Then, the very next morning, things get hot and heavy with two sorority girls there for an interview. Damn, I'm almost envious. You've been busy, haven't you?” says Rachel.
“Did you even give them time to take notes?”
“Well, actually a recorder was…,” Lisa says stopping mid-sentence.
Lisa freezes, a sudden realization dawning on her, her face turning a shade paler. A look of horror crosses her features as she remembers the presence of the recorder during the interview, the recording device silent, but the implications hanging heavy in the air.
“Oh, no,… no, no, no, no, no. They... they were recording everything. The whole interview was recorded.”
Rachel's voice is quieter now, her eyes widening as she processes this new information. She leans in, her tone turning serious as she asks the all-important question.
"So... exactly what was recorded during the interview? I mean, how much of the... ahem... the ‘spicy’ stuff was actually caught on tape?”
Lisa's voice drops to a whisper, her embarrassment apparent as she recounts the intimate details of the encounter. There's a mixture of shock and disbelief in her eyes as she speaks.
Her mind races back to the encounter, recalling the details of the recording device. “Everything. Probably. I don’t recall the recorder being switched off. I mean we all got caught up in the moment and forgot about the recorder. It… it got pretty explicit. They ended up getting fully naked and I... well... I pleasured them. It was one of the most intense experiences I've ever had, and I'm pretty sure they got all of it on tape. I don't know what they're planning to do with the recording now. It was just meant to be a recording of my answers to her questions about my writing career for an article in their paper.”
Rachel raises her eyebrows, her eyes widening in surprise as Lisa describes just how far things went. She listens intently, trying to keep any shock or surprise from her expression. Rachel takes a deep breath, a hint of disbelief in her voice.
“They got naked? And you pleasured them? All while it was being recorded?”
“Pretty much.” Lisa nods.
“So no video, just audio?
“Right, it was just an audio recording using one of those small digital recorders. So no visual record, just what was said and... well, the sounds.”
The customers around them have clearly been listening, stealing glances over at their table as the conversation continues. They whisper amongst themselves, trying to catch snippets of the increasingly scandalous discussion. A couple of them even whisper “Oh, my God” as they hear more of the intimate details being shared.
Rachel sees the look of panic on Lisa's face and tries to reassure her, suggesting a solution.
“Hey, hey, calm down. We should ask Jasmine for help. She's a legal genius, right? Maybe there's a way to recover the recording and make sure it doesn't get into the wrong hands.”
Lisa smiles, her voice filled with confidence as she responds to Rachel’s comment.
“You're right, there's no use worrying about it now. Let's just enjoy our breakfast and head on over to the spa and take full advantage of being pampered for a few hours. Let all our worries fade away, just for a little while."
