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“Good Lord, do these guys ever stop coming?”Taylor turned her eyes towards the grinning Argentinian who proudly displayed his succulent offering. The tastes and smells of the evening delighted her senses, but her body could only handle so much indulgence. Her over-stimulated mouth failed to produce words. The name “Ricardo” rolled around in her mind every time she read the nametag of her gaucho waiter.”That’s the beauty of this place,” said Ginger. “You’re in control. You can make them stop anytime you like.” Ginger winked at her friend of more than fifteen years, casually flipping a circular card from green to red. A second gaucho, clad all in white save for a sky blue neckerchief, approached Ginger from behind. Noticing the restaurant’s trademark signal to stop, he gracefully retreated, ready to proffer his own savory delicacies elsewhere.”I’m pacing myself,” stated Brandy. “I want a little taste from each guy tonight so I can decide who’s best.””Well I definitely want this,” proclaimed Taylor. She nodded at Ricardo. He beamed with pride as he slid a sizzling, spiced sausage on to her plate. Steam rose from the encased meat. Taylor’s eyes were wide with admiration as she waited for her latest sample to cool. Arched bronze letters adorned the edge of the bone-white plate.”Terra del Fuego — Palace of Fine Meats”For this trio of women in their mid-thirties, the trip to Terra del Fuego represented a return to normal. Eating out was a hallmark of their friendship. They made monthly visits to new restaurants to explore unique cuisines. As a group, they were up for trying anything once. The pandemic briefly put their gatherings on hold, but now the generous, unlimited portions çankaya escort at an Argentinian steakhouse were handsomely compensating for the time apart.With a confidence earned through four years as a college soccer All-American, Ginger Wasabi was the group’s unofficial captain. Ginger’s parents were of Japanese and Mexican descent, and with jet black hair and an athletic build, she commanded attention wherever she went. As social media coordinator for the local men’s pro soccer team, Ginger hosted videos on the squad’s Facebook and Instagram pages. She was exhausted by the barrage of 21st-century catcalls in the comments, but her passion for the sport kept her motivated.Taylor Rolle met Ginger as a sophomore when the former covered the women’s soccer team for her college newspaper. A mutual admiration for one another’s talents sparked a friendship that continued after graduation. Ginger blushed whenever she read Taylor’s flattering columns. Taylor envied how easily her friend’s physical gifts attracted attention. But Taylor’s conversation skills were unparalleled; she refined them during a twelve-year career in public relations. Just a few inches north of five feet with sandy blonde hair, her subtle and not-so-subtle wordplay sparked the imagination of her suitors. Having the largest breasts of the group didn’t hurt her cause either.Brandy Korbel was the soft-spoken member of the trio. A thoughtful art history major, Brandy parlayed her talents into a career in graphic design. Her specialty was menus and restaurant Web sites, and the group was often the beneficiary of her culinary connections around town. While the keçiören escort fair-skinned redhead wasn’t rowdy, her ability to put away cocktails consistently amazed her two friends.Ricardo Real relished the opportunity to serve an engaging trio of women. As a gaucho at Terra del Fuego, his clientele was typically raucous bachelor parties and disengaged businessmen. But this table was unique; their rapt attention brought out the showman in Ricardo. He sensed they enjoyed his presence as much as the food. There was an extra flourish whenever the six-foot-tall, slender Argentinian presented his meats. Every thrust of his sword elicited a delighted reaction from Ginger, Taylor, and Brandy. Ricardo hoped to earn a handsome tip for his efforts, and if good fortune smiled on him, maybe he could offer his guests the same.”Oh, Ricardo?” Taylor summoned the gaucho to their table with a sultry tone. “What happens when we’ve had all we can handle for one night?”He stood over the table with a dignified swagger. “Well, senorita. If we must say ‘Adios,’ I will miss the pleasure of serving you. But if you wish to come again, you are always welcome at Terra del Fuego.””I’d like to come…again,” said Ginger. “Although it’ll be a while before I recover from tonight.””Very well. Would you like me to do it three ways?” he asked.Ginger’s jaw dropped slightly. Taylor’s eyes bugged. Brandy slowly licked her lips.”The check, that is. Shall I split it three ways?”The women were zapped back to reality. “Yes, that’s fine,” said Brandy, sounding mildly disappointed.A brisk stroll through the neighborhood followed a meal that Taylor dubbed etimesgut escort a “meat orgy.” The crisp early autumn air provided an exceptional backdrop to their walk. Ginger’s place was just over a mile from the restaurant, and the women made her condo their final destination. Taylor and Brandy summoned Ubers for the remainder of their trips home.”Have fun dreaming of Ricardo,” Brandy said to Ginger with an exaggerated Spanish accent. Ginger smiled before shooing her friend into a waiting car.Inside her comfortable two-bedroom condo, Ginger prepared for bed. She couldn’t shake the enchanting Ricardo from her thoughts. Eventually, she stopped trying. As she slipped into bed wearing a rumpled, oversized t-shirt and a pair of panties, Ricardo grew more adventurous in her mind. His confident grin invited her to further pursue the fantasy.Ginger had a few items in her bedside table that could enhance the moment, but still slightly overwhelmed by the evening’s meal, she decided to forgo them. Yet her desires became more intense, and elicit visions of Ricardo led to her sliding her fingers under the waistband of her panties. As she arched her back slightly, she let out an intense cry of “Oh fuck!” But this was not a cry of erotic satisfaction; this was the sudden realization that Ginger had left her purse at Terra del Fuego.Ginger stood outside the restaurant door the next morning, well before their lunchtime opening. A warm September day offered perhaps a final chance to wear her favorite floral print sundress. Her calls to the restaurant had gone unanswered since late last night, but as she peered through the frosted glass door, she saw shadowy movements near the kitchen. Still feeling disoriented without her purse, she frantically knocked on the door. The shadowy figure stepped forward to unlock the door.”Oh, hello, senorita.” Ricardo peered his dark, handsome face through a slight crack in the door. “What a pleasure to have you come again. And so soon. Unfortunately, I can not serve you until we open at 11.”
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