The crystal chandelier, the smooth jazz playing in the background, clean linens dressed each table and waiters without attitudes. I could get use to this type of treatment. He ordered a bottle of wine, it had some fancy French name, but I didn't give a shit. I wasn't a wine snob. If I could get a buzz from it, I was cool. There was still a wait before the waiter to return to take our order. So, I was getting nervous. I bet this guy wanted to talk to me a get to know the real Pitch. Oh, shit! That could lead to some interesting tales. So, I going to strike first. I'm going to get him to talk about himself.

"So, Leo," I said, "if that is your real name." Nice, I showed him some of my wit. "What do you do for a living? Besides picking up hot chicks at strip clubs and banging them in the backroom." I hoped I didn't go too far with the wit.

A short laugh followed by his wide smile. "Well." He took a sip of his wine. "Leo is my real name. Leo Taylor. Besides picking up beautiful redheads, only name Pitch? My other job isn't that interesting."

Okay, the line, 'Besides picking up beautiful redheads, only name Pitch' was too cute. So, I leaned towards him. I wondered if his eyes would break contact with mine to stare down my dress and look at my boobs. I would get mad if he did. His eyes did break for a second, just long enough to take in the sights. Bingo! He would be resting his head between these soft pillows soon enough. That was a little cheesy.

"I'm afraid you might run away," he said as he took another sip.

"Come on, tell me." Then, I made a silly joke. "What are you? A serial killer?"

"No," he answered. "But I had met a couple."

"What?" This small chit chat just got interesting.

"I work with the police department."

"Are you a cop?"

"I used to be a detective," he answered. "Now, I'm a psychologist. I conduct criminal investigative analysis for the police.

"Criminal investigative analysis?" I was playing dumb. Criminal investigative analysis is another name for.

"Criminal profiling," he said as I was thinking it. "I also have a private practice. I mean who wants to talk to criminals all day."

You are talking to one now, you sexy bastard. "So," I added. "You do therapy too?"

"Yes," he said. "I work mostly with victims of crime and abuse, but I also work with people that struggle of everyday life."

"So, you are a giver of hope."

He took another sip of his wine. "That is an interesting point. That was pretty clever."

"Thank you." Shit, what the fuck did I got myself into. "So, if I need help, would you help me?

"Not professionally," he said.

"Why?" I answered. "I'm not looking for free therapy."

"No, it isn't that." He placed the wine glass down and took hold of my hand. "Because if I get professionally involved with you, it would ruin any chance of a personal relationship."

His hand was so soft and warm. He stared at my eyes and this time they didn't break to get a peek at my boobs. I wanted to taste the red wine off his lips. I wanted him to hold me in his arms. I wanted to feel his lips against mine. What is going on with me? This guy is poison. He could fuck up everything.

"Am I reading you wrong?" He asked.

"No," I answered. "You are not. I put my other hand on top of his. I like you."

His smile made my heart skip a beat. "I like you too," he said. "Do you want to see were this could lead?"

In my case, the death penalty. Wait a second, I'm not sloppy. I have been doing this for a couple of years. They never found any of my victim's bodies. Hell, they don't have any proof that my victims are dead. Besides, I like this guy. He is smart, sexy and he likes me! Is it risky? Yes. But I'm not afraid, I have been in worst situations.

The waiter returned to refill our wine glasses. "May I take your order?"

Leo looked at me. "What are you in the mood for?"

I looked at the waiter and backed at Leo. "I'm in the mood for lobster and steak."

A big cheesy grin came to Leo's face. It was safe to assume he got the hint.

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The conversation during dinner was a mix of 'Getting to know you chit chat and how fast can we get naked and fuck each other brain out kind of vibe.' I probed his mind by asking questions about his job and any cases he was working on. Of course, I did slip my heels off and my foot was probing the large bulge between his legs. I could feel the hardness of his cock growing bigger. He smiled and was enjoying interrogation techniques.

"I thought most profilers worked for the FBI?" My foot still rubbing up and down his cock.

He giggled. It was cute to watch this big sexy man snigger like a teenage boy hoping to get laid tonight. "Most profiler do work for the FBI and I did receive training from them. This city is lucky to have a local profiler."

"Are you working on a case?" A follow-up to that question was my foot pushing harder on his cock.

"I can't tell you if I was or not."

"Come on" I teased. "Impress me."

"Not a problem." He moved his legs and my foot dropped to the floor.

"Couldn't take the heat?" I asked as I took a long slow sip of my wine.

"Maybe it is time for me to ask you some questions?" His body shifted from side to side in his chair.

"You're cute," I joked. "Big bad wolf is going to interrogate me." I felt a warm presence caressing my upper thigh. I smiled as his barefoot made it under my dress. "Oh, God!" I murmured as his toes massaged my pussy. "When did you take your shoes in socks off?"

"I'm a man with many talents," he commented. He continued to wiggle his toes on me. My black wet thong was the only protection I had. "What is your real name?" He worked his toes better than most men did with their fingers.

The very personal massage was working on my body. "Patricia Armstrong." I caved and collapsed under pressure. Dammit! But no real damage was done. I have no police record, so no harm. Then, he upped the ante. His toes grabbed my thong and slowly pulled it down They passed my thighs, then dragged pass my knees until they were resting around my ankles. He pulled them off my ankles and reached under the table. He showed them to me and placed them in his suit pocket.

"Are you impressed?" He asked.

"Very."

"What do you do?" He toes were back in action, but this time, there was no thong in the way. My legs opened as toes played with my pussy. Four of them entered me, I guessed he had trouble getting his pinky toe in. My right hand covered my mouth as my left hand gripped the tablecloth. I never been toe fucked before.

His big toe rubbed my clit. Goddamn! "You nasty!" I whispered as my head fell back. I let out a marathon of breaths trying to suppress what might happen in a few. "I'm a student, between semesters." Okay, that was bullshit, but I had to give him something.

"Really?" He kept a calm demeanor as he fucked me with his foot. "What are you studying?"

My body squirmed as a tingling feeling ran through it. The word, "Psychology," forced out of my mouth. I gave him a playful warning. "If you make me come in this restaurant, I going to kill you."

"If you want me to stop," he said, "just move your chair back. It would put an end to this. But we both know that you won't. I going to make you come."

He was right. I could stop it, but I did want to. I was a bad girl that needed to be punished. "I am warning you." I was trying to play the innocent victim. But my warning fell on deaf ears. My breathing increased as did my skin moisten with sweat. I clenched my mouth shut as both of my hands gripped the table. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! This bastard is going to make me come. My body trembled as a warm rush attacked me at my core. "Fuck me." Escaped my lips, but I wasn't giving him a command. I was releasing some pressure.

My wetness covered his toes as my orgasm was reaching its peak. My hand slammed hard on the table as the earthquakes shook my body. Goddamn! Goddamn! I kept my sounds of enjoy inside. Again, both hands gripped the table as I continued to climax. "Fuck you," I whispered between my teeth.

I let out several pants as my orgasm came to an end. Just in a nick of time as the waiter returned to our table. "Is there anything else I do for you?"

Leo looked right at me. "I think we are ready for the check."

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"You are a fucking asshole!" I said, but my tone was playfully.

"You started," he said as he drove the car in and out of traffic. "I just finished it." He teased me with his smirk.

"Two can play this game," I said as I rubbed my hand on his crotch.

He laughed. "What are you doing?"

"Shut up!" I ordered. I undid my seat belt and unzipped his fly. My hand took hold of his warm firmest of his cock. I pulled it passed the zipper opened and gazed on it beautiful. I smiled and made his cock disappeared into my mouth. I took long, wet and slow strokes. My tongue teased his tip, then I engulfed his cock once again. My hand caressed and squeezed his ball. He winced, I knew it hurt him a little. Good. The wetness of my mouth covered him as my head bounced up and down. My hand moved to the shaft as I sucked on the head of his dick. My humming played like sweet music as well as his quiet moans. He rested his hand on top of my head but slapped it way. This was my ride, I'm controlling this bitch. It was no longer his dick. It was mine.

I peeked up at him and saw him struggling to keep control of his car. Don't crash, I thought to myself. Or he would lose his beautiful cock. My hand, mouth, tongue worked together. I felt his dick growing bigger and harder in my mouth. I heard his gripped tightening on the leather covered steering wheel.

"I'm going to come!" he said with the excitement of a virgin.

Thank you for the warning. My hands and mouth moved faster and faster. His stomach and waist shuddered. Good, I'm taking all of th...Oh, God! His load was fuckin huge as it filled my mouth and throat. I hoped it did come out of my nose because that would be gross. Swallow, don't choke. Please don't gag. He continued to fill my mouth with his creamy cum. Damn! When was the last time this guy released? The gaging moment passed as his warm cum slid down my throat. Thank God, I didn't choke. But, I finished what I started by sucking his cock clean.

"Rest up, Leo," I told him. "Because, when we get to my apartment? You are going to fuck me."