"So where are we off to, stud?" asked Amber. As she caressed Bass's muscular right arm, her fingernails grew out, nearly an inch long and perfectly manicured with white tips.
"How about we get some dinner first?" Bass asked. His usual dinners consisted of a frozen meal or a delivered pizza, but he was aware of a few nice restaurants in town.
He pulled into the circular driveway of Devon's. The valet parker's eyes nearly popped out of his head seeing the Ferrari approaching, and then when he opened the passenger door, he nearly fainted at the sight of the voluptuous, scantily-clad blonde who emerged.
Upon entering the restaurant, Bass and Amber were greeted by an older man in a tuxedo who appeared to be quite taken aback. He finally stammered, "E-e-excuse me, but we do have a dress code."
"Hmm, okay," said Bass, looking down at his tank top and shorts. His outfit morphed into a black designer suit, perfectly sized to flatter his well-muscled form.
Amber now wore a black fishnet minidress that hugged her figure, the mesh fairly tight but still enough to reveal that all she wore under it was a black thong; there was more than a hint of nipple apparent. Her wedge sandals were now glittering silver pumps with tall stiletto heels, and large silver hoops dangled from her earlobes as silver bracelets clanked on her wrists.
The maitre d' started to say, "That's not --"
"Oh, it's like what all the other women in here are wearing," Bass assured him.
The maitre d' turned to look at the dining room. Indeed, every woman was dressed in the skimpiest, sexiest clothing possible, and every one appeared to be in her late teens or maybe early 20s, with beautiful faces and porn-star bodies. With the demographics of the restaurant, it now appeared to be the site of a convention for men and their trophy wives. A few tables even featured two or more women who now looked like sisters -- young girls had been made older, just like Amber.
He turned back to Bass and Amber and put on a smile. "Table for two? Right this way."
Bass intentionally walked behind Amber so he could enjoy the sight of her curvy ass through the fishnet material.
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