Chapter 8 - just a business lunch part 2

"Is that all you're eating?"

"Hmm?" I looked up to find her looking appalled. Her eyes flashed to mine and she composed herself though I could still see the disapproval on her face.

"I usually do a bigger breakfast," I lied.

Her eyes narrowed just noticeably, then her face calmed into a big inviting smile. "I have an idea. Why don't we make this a business lunch? We can talk about plans while we eat."

"Sure, sounds good."

Ten minute later, we were being seated by a cute young waiter at the Chinese restaurant just a block from my office.

I adjusted in my seat, feeling like I would have preferred a bigger one. This trendy restaurant, however, was so popular that it kept its furniture small to accommodate more tables.

"I just love it here." Rebecca picked up a menu and began glancing through it. "I was thinking we could order some plates to share so we both can get a taste of everything."

"Good plan." I adjusted again and as I did, Rebecca's foot, hanging from a crossed leg, rubbed against my leg. It seemed accidental, but I couldn't help but shutter.

We made small talk about her company, me weeding info about her employees and their needs to try to learn what would best fit them.

When the waiter made it over to fill our water glasses, Rebecca said we were ready to order.

I went first, requesting some egg rolls and a plate of broccoli and beef.

I noticed Rebecca's eyebrow raise slightly as I ordered. When the waiter turned to her, she began, "Let's have the numbers 11, 27, 33, 36, 54 and a side of pork dumplings."

The waiter wrote everything down then looked between us, confused. "Are you expecting others?"

"No," Rebecca smiled at me. "We're just extra hungry today."

I couldn't imagine her small frame being able to take that much food. I was confused briefly, feeling myself gulp then deciding to chase down my tension with some of the water the waitress had poured.

Rebecca leaned into me, I was acutely aware of how much closer she had come. We continued chatting about her needs. She made smart quips as we talked, making me laugh and forget where we were. Yet the whole time, I felt like there was electricity buzzing within me keeping me aware of her. I realized that this was the first time in months that I was paying such close attention to something in my waking life. What did it mean that it was someone that looked exactly like the woman controlling my dreams?

We were still chatting as a pair of bus boys came over to push another table close to us. Then the food arrived. Heaping plates of steaming food. Smells wafted around me, swirling into my nose. Beef, pork, chicken, all swimming in beds of noodles, rice, and rich sauces.

When I had been sitting at work, munching on my carrots, I had felt like that could sustain me until the small dinner I would have.

Suddenly, with two tables worth of food before me, I was famished.

I began placing a modest amount of the beef dish I had ordered on my plate, being polite.

"Jessica," Rebecca said to me, staring me down from across the table. My heart jumped as she said my name. My mistress had never said it. It looked beautiful on her lips.

"Eat," my mistress ordered me. I felt a familiar shutter run through me and my loins began to tingle.

I scooped enough fried rice for three onto the empty plate in front of me. I added orange chicken on top and filled the remaining free space with sweet and sour sauce.

I used to always use chopsticks for the fun of it, but today I went right for the fork they provided.

I began scooping what was before me quickly into my eager mouth. I didn't bother to take different bites of different dishes, I just scooped and savored whatever had made it in.

The sauces we glorious, the meat perfectly tender. It was rich and thick, something that just months ago would have seemed a special treat to eat slowly and enjoy but now I indulged with abandon. I closed my eyes in joy and swallowed in bliss.

As my plate thinned, I grabbed rolls from where they waited for me. They didn't even touch my plate, they just went straight down my gullet. I added more food into a mountain before me and began digging through it. As I chomped, I felt the chair moving under my weight, every once and a while creaking when I made a sudden reach for a dumpling across the table. It was ecstasy.

At some point, I began slowing down. I became aware of my mistr- Rebecca again. I looked and found her slowly picking at a small plate of veggies. She looked at me, an eyebrow raised.

"Come on now, you can do better than that," she coxed as she smirked at me.

I looked around the restaurant, mindful suddenly that I wasn't alone in the dungeon with my mistress. I was in public. As I glanced around, I saw some people avert their eyes. I blushed, wondering what they thought of the heavy girl who had just eaten like she hadn't seen food for a week.

"Don't worry about them." My eyes snapped back to my mistress. "We are here to enjoy each other. To make a deal, yes? So Jessica, indulged."

I nearly moaned as the beast within me roared to be satisfied and then I was eating again. Slower than before, but still persistent. Scoop after scoop, plate after plate, was piled on top of each other in my waiting belly.

Eventually, with a groan, I leaned back in my chair. I found myself rubbing a tender stomach that stretched before me. If my pants had been protesting before, they were now screaming their displeasure at how much my gut was asking of them to hold. I spread my legs to try to give everything more room.

I looked sheepishly over at Rebecca. This was not the way most business lunches went. She seemed perfectly at ease. In fact, I thought I saw a little smugness on her face.

The waiter returned, his eyebrows looking like they were trying to make a jump for freedom they were so high. "I guess we liked everything."

I blushed. "I guess it was alright."

He laughed but I could tell he was trying to be nice and professional. He hurried away with as many plates as he could carry but it was clear he needed to make a few trips.

As he left, Rebecca caught my eye and smirked. "You might wanna..." she motioned around her face.

I grabbed a napkin and wiped around my lips. I blushed again as I found there was quite a surplus of sauce when I brought the cloth away from me.

When the waiter came with the bill, I huffed as I tried to reach at the wallet that was in my back pocket. My full belly did its best to keep me pinned to the chair. Rebecca waved me off and handed a card to the waiter.

I found it challenging to weave in-between tables back to the door as we left. It was as if my stomach had gained a few inches and I didn't know what to do with it. The walk back to my office left me huffing, each step seeming heavy and stiff.

Once we were there, Rebecca took my hand with a large smile. Her small hand squeezed my thick, doughy one.

"It was such a pleasure to speak with you today. This lunch went very *very* well. We'll be in touch soon."

As she walked away, I noticed she had left something in my hand.

A small, lightly packaged in plastic with a ribbon, piece of fudge.