Out with Angela and her boss. Apparently I’d arranged to go out for dinner with A.
It seems A and her boss were drumming up business. The Boss got A to suck a client’s (small) cock to seal the deal. When I noticed this happening, A looked sheepish.
She was gagging even though the cock was small. Apparently she found the taste not to her liking (I read that from her mind). I also wanted it to be my cock she was going gobble on.
I got all high and mighty that her boss should be doing the sucking if he wanted the deal so much. He said he wasn’t a fag.
I took photos to report the activity to ‘Work Force’. I could not get the photo to take properly as foliage was in the way and on my camera phone, everyone was appearing far away. During this, the scene had changed from a room to a park bench under a bridge and I was taking photos from about 100m away. The three departed up some steps to cross the bridge. I followed, running past passing security guards with guns and day glo vests to catch up. I was thinking the guards did not give me a second thought as I ran past them as I was not grabbing their guns.
When I caught up, I informed the Boss that I’d report him to Work Force (in my head thinking and knowing I should be saying Work Cover). The Boss said it was not him sucking the cock and I could not prove anything. I lied saying I also had an audio showing coercion. He mentioned something about a 40 000 page paper we were discussing earlier.
We then went off to an Indian restaurant that A said looked high-end (it looked like a dive to me – more like a bad Chinese eatery). A Bain-marie was out the front and the scene was alternating between a hotel lobby and the outside. The client decided he was not going to eat with us. He was wearing a reddish coloured high school sports jacket. It seems my protestations had put him off.
I was also not going to eat there as I’d riled up A’s Boss and it might make things uncomfortable. A went into the restaurant to check with her Boss. He was amenable to us eating together.
At one point I asked A if she’d lost weight as her ample arse was no more.
In reality I could not give a crap about the dude’s business practices. It was the principle of the thing. My main concern was whether or not A had done this sort of thing while we were a couple.
Either this dream bothered me, the hot night or the light of my phone as I recorded this dream kept me awake for about 30mins after recording this.