Calvin MacMillan
"So, what do you guys want to eat?" I asked the three sitting figures. We meet up with Anna the moment we entered the food court.
"I want two large size burgers, large fries, and a large coke." Desmond first stated which I took note of it on my phone.
"I'll do the same as Desmond's but only one large burger." Anna is the next one to say.
"You better pay me later or I'm going to stab you with a straw." I glared. Why do I feel like I'm the oldest of the two?
"How about you James?" I then turn to him, waiting for him to decide but instead of getting a list of food, he just shrugged at me. "What does that even mean?" I asked.
"I'll go with you since I don't know what to get." He explained standing up from his seat. Why is acting bitter right now?
"Okay, um--let's go" I replied silently, turning around then walking towards the row of stalls.
We looked around for a few, finding something delicious to eat for me of course, and James. Since some stalls have a couple of the same dishes, we just decided to go to a stall where they have unique ones.
"Good day sir, what would you like to order?" A guy in his early 20s said to me and James. He is wearing a green collared shirt, a brown hat, a giant ID, and some brown slacks. Weird combination.
"Good day to you too. Can I order 3 large burgers, 2 large fries, and 2 large coke?" I stated and the guy immediately types on the computer.
"Anything else sir?" He asked.
"I would like to order a Lasagna, two large size hotdogs, and a large sprite. How about you James?" I said, looking at James only to find him smirking at me. "What?"
"So, you like large-sized hotdogs' huh? What kind, with a 'cheese' in the middle?" He asked me, in a teasing tone.
"Well yeah, hotdogs with a cheese in the middle is ama---wait," I hinged my mouth shut when I process the words. Did he mean, "You pervert!" I exclaimed, slapping his shoulders.
"What?" He asked chuckling lightly.
"Don't 'what' me you idiot. You meant mmmm!" I said but humming the censored word.
"What, I didn't understand you." He said, turning his head to the side making his left ear face me.
"I said, you meant mmmm!"
"Mmm! What's that?" I groaned lowly. This fucking bitch.
"You know what I mean."
"No, I don't, please tell me." He said and I can't take it anymore so I grab his ear and pulling it down until it's near my mouth.
"I said, you meant dick you dickhead."
"No, I don't. You're just imagining that." He said, stood up straight again, but you can still see the look of amusement.
"Whatever." As I turn around, the guy on the counter is smirking at me also.
"What are you smirking for?" I scowled at him.
"Nothing sir." He just said, looking down at his computer. When James said his order, we waited for a couple of moments before the same dude went back, carrying two bags of food.
"That would be $80.50, sir." I gave him my card and took the bags. As I took my card back, he gave me a receipt but there's something stapled behind it. I turn it around and saw a thing that I did not expect. 'Call me. I can assure you; you will love and crave it.' The paper said, and below it, there's a number and a hotdog picture that looks like it's about 8 or 9 inches long and it's shimmering on the tip. It's a tan color and the pubic hair is trimmed.
I look up at the guy on the counter and saw him already looking back, smirking.
'It's juicy' he mouthed. I frown at him. Why are there so many perverts in here? And how did he print this so fast?
"No thanks," I said, stuffing the receipt with the picture and card on my wallet before dashing away.
"What took you so long?" James asked as I went near him.
"Nothing." I lied. He looks at me with a raised eyebrow before walking to me and took the other bag but before he went to get it, a force went on my back and before I could process it, I got stumbled forward towards James.
He caught me but he didn't control his balance making him join the fall. The bag of burgers and drinks hit the ground first before us, scattering on the hard white floor. I land on James' body and we both made an umph sound.
"Oh shit! I'm so sorry sir. I didn't see you!" I heard a feminine voice said.
"Don't touch him. He's mine!" I heard James growled, slapping something with his hand. Wait, m-mine?
"Ugh. Oh my god! The food!" I exclaimed, pushing myself up but I didn't complete the process when James' groaned and curses.
"Are you okay?" I asked, concerned.
"Y-your h-hand." He said, eyes closed.
"My ha--" my eyes widened when I saw where one of my hands is pressing.
It's resting on his dick, and not just resting, but cupping it. If you have a dirty brain, you would think that I'm giving his dick a massage and squeezing it due to the form of my fingers.
You don't need to feel it to know if it's hard, semi-hard, or flaccid because just by the prominent dent on it, it's semi.
I retracted my hands off of him immediately and got off of him. I then took his arms and pull him up until he could stand before going to the scattered food and drinks.
"You good?" I heard James said as I am picking up the food.
I just nodded, not trusting my words. I put all the food burgers on their respective bag with the lasagna inside and do the same to the drinks before standing up. Luckily, it's canned so it didn't spill.
I stood up and raise my head to James' form. He is holding his dick, rubbing it slightly with not care if someone sees him doing that mind of thing in public. Why is he rubbing it on his tight sweatpants? I didn't even press on it hardly.... or did I?
"Let's go, the two may be getting hungry," I said, not meeting the eyes.
"Yeah." He replied so we walked back to our table.
"What took you so long!? I'm hungry!" Anna whined loudly without care.
"Something went up," James said, taking a seat in front of Desmond.
"What?" Anna asked again and I was fast to answer.
"Nothing! Just stuff." I said, taking a seat. I turn to James for a second and he is looking at me in his peripheral vision.
I took my food and start eating, praying that the memories would disappear after..
What an embarrassing day of shopping...
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