She was a vision that defied subtlety. Slender and statuesque, she moved with a delicate grace that belied the magnetism she exuded. But it was impossible to ignore the most striking feature of her appearance, two enormous breasts that strained against the fabric of her low-cut, form-fitting dress. The dress itself was a deep shade of crimson that contrasted dramatically with her porcelain skin and blonde hair cascading over her shoulders in soft waves.
As she took a few careful steps into the room, the full effect of her physique became apparent. Each movement sent her ample assets jiggling and bouncing with an almost hypnotic rhythm, drawing stares from every direction. Despite the obvious glances, she carried herself with a kind of quiet confidence, unbothered by the admiring looks.
Her eyes swept the room as if searching for someone, and they landed on Tom. He caught her gaze and gave a subtle wave. She responded with a tentative smile, her lips curving delicately as she made her way toward his table.
Tom watched her approach with a smirk playing on his lips. "That's Celine," he whispered to Gregor, who watched from his distant seat with an expression that mixed wariness and curiosity.
"No kidding," Gregor muttered under his breath.
As Celine slid gracefully into the chair opposite Tom, the restaurant's mood shifted again. Just as quickly, the entrance doors opened once more, and another figure stepped in.
This time, it was a stunning beauty with dark, shoulder-length hair that framed a face both striking and serious. Unlike Celine's willowy slenderness, this woman carried more curves, a fuller figure that was equally captivating. Her eyes held an intensity, and her lips were set in a faint frown as she scanned the room.
Tom recognized the tension in her posture immediately. She wasn't the type to come here expecting a casual encounter. This was someone who had purpose. And like Celine , she was also blessed, or burdened, with impressively large breasts, which she didn't try to hide beneath loose clothing but instead wore with a sort of unapologetic boldness.
Her name was Raila.
Tom gave her a slow, deliberate wave, and she hesitated only briefly before making her way to the table. Her frown softened into something more neutral as she stood down next to Celine , eyes flicking briefly to Tom.
Both women now stood directly in front of Tom's table, their expressions unmistakably serious, furrowing into slight frowns. The tension in the air shifted subtly as they regarded Tom with suspicion and curiosity, the previous smiles replaced by wary scrutiny.
The blonde, her arms folding defensively beneath her ample chest, broke the silence first. "Are you Thomas?" she asked, her voice sharp but controlled, tinged with impatience.
Tom looked up calmly, meeting her gaze with an easy smile that was practiced, disarming. "Yes, that's me," he replied smoothly. "And you must be Celine."
The dark-haired woman stepped forward slightly, her posture rigid and precise. "I'm supposed to be on a date with Thomas," she said, her tone firm yet carrying a hint of disbelief.
Tom inclined his head politely toward her. "Yes, you are. Raila." His smile deepened, a spark of amusement flickering behind his eyes as he watched the two women size each other up across the table.
Then Celine's frown deepened as she crossed her arms tighter. "Then what exactly is going on here?" she demanded, the question sharp and direct, cutting through the polite pretense.
Tom smirked, the corners of his mouth curling in that familiar confident way he had when he was about to turn the situation on its head. He leaned back slightly in his chair, resting one arm casually on the table. "Look," he began, "I wouldn't normally do something like this, calling two dates to the same place, at the same time." He paused to let that sink in. "But I need to level up. Urgently."
Both women blinked in unison, exchanging glances of confusion and skepticism.
"Level up?" Raila asked, arching a curious brow. "What do you mean by that?"
Tom waved the question away with a quick flick of his hand, as if dismissing a minor irritation. "It's not important right now," he said smoothly. "Just trust me."
Celine's eyes narrowed slightly, though there was a flicker of something softer beneath the suspicion. "You're not making any sense, Thomas."
Tom leaned forward, steepling his fingers as he gave them a look that suggested honesty and urgency. "When I chatted with both of you on Tinder," he explained, "you both seemed like good people, people who wouldn't hesitate to help someone in need. That's why I chose you."
Their expressions shifted, the tension easing as the appeal to their empathy took root. They weren't sure what he meant exactly, but the genuine tone in his voice made them pause and listen.
Raila was the first to speak, her voice quieter but with a tentative edge. "Help? What kind of help?"
Tom's smile softened, and he gestured toward the empty chairs beside him. "I want to get to know you both better. Really know you." He waited, watching them hesitate, sensing their reluctance. "Please, sit down."