chapter 2

It didn’t take long before she got a shaky call from Derek. He made a feeble attempt to ask her if she had any plans which she interrupted to ask him over for dinner. He agreed enthusiastically to be over later that night.
The rest of the day was spent cleaning her apartment and preparing the meal. She made a decadent chicken Alfredo pasta, stuffed with extra butter and heavy cream. She also threw together a light salad made with fresh greens and strawberries. She topped off the meal with a bottle of Chardonnay.
She finished cooking right as he arrived. She greeted him at the door wearing a simple black dress that showed off her long legs and plump ass. She didn’t fail to notice how his eyes undressed her when she opened the door.
"Hi," she smiled.
"Hi," he replied.
"Come on in," she invited, stepping aside to let him enter.
He walked into the kitchen and took in the sight of the table set before him. She had candles lit and wine poured. The entire apartment smelled like fresh cut flowers.
"Wow," he whispered.
"Thank you," she replied. "I hope you like it."
There were two places set at the small table. One with a larger dinner plate filled with salad and a glass of wine. The other with an enormous bowl of pasta and a small side salad with a glass of wine. He glanced between the plates, confused.
"Is there something wrong?" she asked.
"No, no, it's just…" he trailed off, unsure of how to explain it. Suddenly, his cheeks flushed red. “Did I really make such a pig of myself that day that you think I’d eat that much?”
"No, not at all. I'm sorry if I gave you that impression. I just made too much and don’t keep leftovers."
"Oh," he replied sheepishly, relieved. “Also, I um… I’ve never really had wine before. I’m not even allowed to drink legally.”
She laughed. "You mean to tell me you believe in that arbitrary age limit?”
"Oh, I uh… guess not.”
"Really? You're nineteen years old and you've never tried alcohol before?”
"Well, yeah. My parents are pretty strict about that stuff."
“Ah, well, I’m old enough to take care of you and be sure that you don’t get too drunk,” she smiled mischievously as she took a seat at the table.
He followed suit, taking his seat across from her. They sat silently for a moment, both staring at the giant bowl of fattening pasta.
"So, what do you think?" she asked.
"It looks delicious," he replied.
"Then go ahead and try some.” She spoke rather assertively, not picking up her fork until he started eating.
He picked up his fork hesitantly. He took a bite of the salad first, trying to hide the grimace on his face. She cocked her eyebrow at him.
“Sorry… never really liked salad much, or most vegetables, I guess.”
She smiled. "Well, no vegetables in the pasta."
He took a bite of the pasta this time. His face lit up as he nodded his head. “It’s very good,” he said with his mouth full. Taking her cue, Eileen picked up her fork and began taking bites of her own salad.
They ate in silence for a while. He seemed to be enjoying the meal, but she could tell he was nervous. She knew he was probably wondering why she wanted anything to do with him. She drank from her glass and encouraged him to do the same. He did so reluctantly, only taking a sip. He smacked his lips.
“Not bad, I guess. Thanks.”
She smiled dryly. “It gets better the more you have. He nodded at that and took a larger sip.
They continued to eat and drink for another hour. Derek had several glasses of wine while she had just a single glass. By the end of the hour, he had nearly finished his bowl of pasta, but was clearly struggling with the last portion.
"Are you alright?" she asked.
"Uh, yeah,” he leaned back, holding in a burp. She could see his belly pressing against the fabric of his blue sweater.
"You don’t have to finish it all if you’re full now.” Her eyes darted to him, saying something altogether different. Saying to finish it if you ever want to come over again.
He swallowed hard, looking down at the near empty bowl. "Nah, I can still eat a little bit more. It's just that I'm not used to having such rich food."
"Oh, okay,” she smiled to herself, taking a sip from her second glass.
After finishing the last bite, he leaned back in his chair, groaning. "My stomach hurts. I think I really overdid it."
"Oh, don't worry about it. Just relax and enjoy the wine. You've earned it."
He smiled weakly. "Thanks."
"No problem," she replied. "How about we watch a movie. I’ve got a very comfortable couch you could rest on."
"Sounds good,” he said, nodding.
After a few more minutes, she led him to her living room. He lay on the sofa, leaning his head on the armrest. She brought him a blanket from the closet and offered it to him. He accepted gratefully.
After no more than twenty minutes into the movie, he had fallen asleep on the couch. Eileen expected no less. He had eaten too much and had too much to drink. She waited until the movie finished to wake him up. She shook him gently and called his name. He woke with a start, rubbing his eyes.
"Woah, I’m so sorry. Did I fall asleep?”
She laughed. "Don't worry about it. I can’t really blame you.”
"I didn't mean to," he mumbled, embarrassed.
"It's okay. I just wanted to wake you up for dessert.”
He looked at her with dread in his eyes. “You really want me to have dessert after how much I ate for dinner?”
She smiled. "I'm sure you can handle it.”
He sighed. "Fine."
She brought out a simple slice of pistachio cheesecake. It wasn’t particularly large or menacing. It was, however, laced with a rather large dose of THC and anti-nausea medication.
"Here you go," she smiled, placing it on the coffee table in front of him.
He stared at the dessert enthusiastically. “Looks delicious. Did you make this too?”
“No, no, this is just from the bakery,” she lied.
He smiled. "That's fine. I'll eat it anyway."
"Go ahead," she encouraged, sitting next to him on the couch.
He reached for the plate and took a bite. His eyes widened as he chewed. “Wow,” he chuckled with a smile, “reminds me of mom’s cooking.”
"She must be a great cook," Eileen said.
"Yeah, I miss her sometimes, but she was always pushing me to eat stuff I didn’t like.”
She nodded. “You don’t have to eat anything you don’t like when you’re having dinner at my place.” Maybe just quantities you won’t like.
He took another bite of the dessert and nodded. "I appreciate that."
Eileen put on another movie as he finished the slice of cheesecake. It seemed to distract him from the uncomfortable levels of fullness in his belly. After another hour, he started looking at her nervously.
"What's wrong?" she asked sweetly.
"Um, well, I’m kind of hungry again.” He blushed. “I swear, I don’t ever eat this much. You must think I’m such a pig.” He laughed nervously.
"Oh, don't worry about it. If you're hungry, then you should eat. I'm sure you need the energy. You’re only nineteen, probably not done growing yet," she smiled to herself.
"Oh, thanks," he said, looking at the empty plate of cheesecake again.
"You can have seconds if you'd like," she offered.
He looked at her, surprised by the offer. "Really?"
"Sure. I’ve got plenty more.” She grinned.
He smiled and nodded. "Thanks."
She returned to the kitchen with his plate, bringing back another slice of cheesecake that was closer to a quarter of its total size than a normal slice. He ate it eagerly, but still seemed to struggle with the amount.
"You know, I could get you something else if you're still hungry," she suggested.
"No, this is really good,” he said through mouthfuls of cake.
She smiled. "Okay, if you say so."
"So, you live alone?" he asked, finishing off the last of his second piece of cheesecake.
"Yep."
“And what do you do for work? You must have a great job to afford a nice place like this.”
“It’s hard to explain. I guess you could say I’m a content creator.”
His cheeks, already flushed from the wine, somehow light up even redder as he chokes on a piece of cheesecake, sputtering and coughing.
“Uh, excuse me.” He recovers from nearly choking. “Wh-what kind of content do you make? I-if I can ask?”
“Oh, you can ask,” she smiled.
“I-I don’t mean to pry, but I just wanted to know what it was. It sounds really… interesting.”
“It is.” She nods. “Do you know what a dominatrix is?”
His eyes widen. "O-oh, I think I know what that is. I've seen a few videos of that." He pauses. “Wait. That’s not what this is right? I don’t have any money.”
“No, no, nothing like that,” she laughs. “You’re here for free,” she teases.
He blushes. "Oh, uh… I mean, I'm glad to hear that."
"Of course you are," she smiles.
He smiles nervously. “So, um, why me? There were plenty of better looking guys at the food court that you could have picked up. And guys with jobs and stuff.”
"I picked you because I thought you'd be more fun." She laughed.
"Fun? What do you mean?" he asked.
“Ah, don’t worry about it.” She smiled.
His eyes glance back at the now empty plate of cheesecake. “Uh, do you think…”
"Yes, I think you should have some more dessert."
He nods and watches her leave to grab him more cake. He’s in a drunken and high haze, hardly in control of himself.
When she returned with the third slice of cheesecake, he started talking.
“You know, I’m kind of a content creator too.” He smiled confidently.
She raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
"Yeah. I really like to game and sometimes I stream when I’m playing. My favorite game is League of Legends. Have you ever heard of it?”
She shakes her head. "No, I haven't."
"It's pretty popular. Anyway, I play sometimes. I’m gold so I’m actually pretty good.”
"I see."
"But that's not why I'm telling you this. I also like to make content for the games I play. It's sort of like a hobby for me. Maybe one day I could make money from it so I don’t have to get a boring job doing business administration."
She nods as he continues shoveling cheesecake down his throat. "That's cool. Do you have a website or anything?"
He looks at her curiously. "Ah, no. I just use Twitch.tv."
"I've heard of that site, but I don’t really know what it is."
"I guess you wouldn't. It's a streaming service where you can watch other people play video games."
"Oh, I see." She shrugs. "Is it even fun to watch other people play games?”
He nods. "Well, I suppose it depends on who you're watching. Some people are really good at it and you can learn a lot from them. There’s this one guy who streams League called Tyler1 and he’s really good.”
"I see," she says again, raising an eyebrow.
He continues eating the cheesecake. "Anyway, I just wanted to tell you that I make content too. Maybe one day we could make content together,” he smiles dumbly.
“Yeah, I’m sure we will eventually.” She laughs.
He keeps talking while he eats the last of the cheesecake. "I think it would be cool to make content with you. We could make a bunch of videos together and post them online."
"I don't know," she laughs. "I don't think I'm very funny."
“Yeah, but think of the titles. ‘Playing League with a dominatrix’. People would watch that!”
She giggles. "I guess that's true."
He finishes off the last of the cheesecake and frowns. "Ugh, I really shouldn’t have had another slice.”
She smirks. "I think you're fine."
He stares at her with wide eyes. "Are you sure? I feel like I'm going to explode."
She chuckles. "Trust me, you're fine. I don’t eat sweets anyway so I needed to get rid of it.”
"Oh, okay." He looks down at the plate of cheesecake again.
“Actually, you should bring the rest home with you. It will just go to waste if you don’t take it.”
"Okay, I guess I could do that." He sighs.
"Great!" She smiles.
He stands up and starts collecting his things.
“Woah, where are you going?” she asks.
"I-I have to go. I don't want to stay too late.”
"You’re way too intoxicated to drive home. How about you stay over at my place?”
He blinks. "What?"
"I have a guest room. You can sleep there tonight."
"A-are you serious?" he stammers.
She nods. "Absolutely. I wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to you.”
He smiles at this and approaches her, closing the distance between them. "Thank you." He closes his eyes and leans in.
She freezes as he kisses her. He tastes like wine and cheesecake and pushes his tongue into her mouth greedily. But she doesn't pull away. He pulls her closer and grabs at her ass, pressing his taut belly against hers. She giggles nervously as he fumbles around, grabbing her butt and squeezing it tightly. He kisses her sloppily and it’s clear he’s either very drunk, very inexperienced, or both. She lets him kiss her for a moment before pushing him back and breaking the kiss.
"You should get some rest.” She smiles at him uneasily.
“Right, yeah, you’re right.” He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.
"Okay, I'll show you to the guest room. It’s where I take clients, so try not to worry about the decor.”
He nods and follows her to the door. She unlocks it and opens it for him.
"Here you go." She smiles and leads him inside.
He steps inside and looks around. The room is surprisingly spacious for a single person's apartment. There’s an enormous bed in the center. Restraints are to the sides. Beside the bed is a standard sized refrigerator and there’s a bathroom en suite. A large window is open, letting in the night air.
"Wow," he says, impressed. "This is a nice place."
She smiles. "Thanks. I hope you can get comfortable.”
He nods and walks to the bed.
He turns around and strips off his clothes, revealing his body. He has a lean frame with toned muscles, but his stomach is a complete dome, stretched to its limits with cheesecake and pasta. He seems to realize this and blushes.
"Don't worry about it. I won't judge you." She laughs.
He smiles shyly. "Thanks."
She tries her best to avert her eyes from his semi-erect cock, but it’s hard to miss in his tight, grey boxer briefs. She makes herself look at his face instead.
"Do you need anything else before bed?” she asks.
"N-no, I think I'm all set." He lies down on the bed.
She looks around the room and then returns to the door. "Goodnight."
"Night." He closes his eyes and falls asleep almost immediately.