A Different Friday Night Dinner

"A Different Friday Night Dinner"


Lorelai pushed open the door to Luke's diner, just like a several hundred times before. This time, however, her reason for stopping by was no like any time before.

Lorelai Gilmore had always wanted what was best for her daughter, no matter what the cost. Rory was a brilliant, wonderful, bright person. She had the potential to do so much more than her mother could offer, and her mother new that. Stars Hallow High was a fine school, but Chilton, a private school for priviliged rich kids, could challenge Rory is new ways. The only problem: Lorelai was not rich. She had money, but not Chilton money.

Lorelai had options, however. Her parents, Rory's grandparents, could easily pay tuition, or at least, they could easily afford it. With the Gilmores, nothing was just "easy." Lorelai would do it if she had no other option. She would do anything for Rory.

There was another person who would probably by more than happy to help Rory get the best education possible. She was walking across his diner to the bar.

Luke had seen her coming, and turned around with a cup of coffee at the moment she sat down.

"A psychic diner owner," Lorelai said. "Hm, if it were a TV show, would that be a comedy, drama, or thriller?"

"None of the above," Luke returned, not a bit phased.

"You're right! Definitely a horror," she said, bringing the cup up to her mouth with a grin.

"You want anything else?" he asked.

"You're the psychic."

Luke stared at her, making no reply.

"Speaking of horror," Lorelai continued. "It looks like the only way to get Rory into Chilton is to get my parents to loan it to me."

"That's horrible," Luke mumbled as unenthusiastically as he could.

"I only have enough for one or two semesters if I use Rory's college savings. A bank won't loan it to me, and I only have two couches to search for change in."

"Just ask," Luke said plainly.

"Ask? Ask what? If you have any more couches?" Lorelai said in her best "playing dumb" voice.

"Ask me if I can loan you the money for Chilton."

Lorelai paused. "Would you do something like that?"

"Would you ask me to do something like that?" he retorted.

"I might," she said. "Would you say yes if I asked you to do something like that?"

"I might," Luke answered.

There was an awkward pause.

"There would be stipulations, of course," Lorelai added.

"Like . . ."

"Well," said Lorelai, "I'd of course pay interest, the same as a bank would charge."

"I'm not a bank."

"Yes, but you are loaning money."

"Not yet," Luke said, "I haven't even been asked."

"So you just have to hear me say it, huh?" Lorelai said. "Is that how you get your kicks? Standing there like a king, having peasants grovel at your feet begging for a silver coin?"

"Something like that," he said, arms folded.

"Fine! If you just have to hear it," Lorelai gave in with a sigh. "Will you loan money to pay for Rory's tuition at Chilton?"

"Yes," Luke answered. "But instead of charging interest, I have a different idea."

"Like . . ."

"You and Rory come have dinner with me on Friday nights," he said. "You know, so I can keep up on how she is doing."

"OK, but we eat here almost every Friday night anyway."

"The dinner will be upstairs, after closing time," Luke clarified.

"I see, well, I guess that sounds fair," she admitted.

"I'll talk to my banker and get it all set up," he said, turning around to grab something from the counter "Oh, and here's your order."

"Oh my God," Lorelai said, looking at the dessert. "You ARE a psychic."

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In a couple weeks, everything had been taken care of. Rory's application had been approved, Luke's check had been cashed, and Rory was ready to start her first year at Chilton. All without help from Lorelai's parents.

The Gilmore Girls were also about to attend the first Friday night dinner with Luke.

Luke had just gotten rid of the last customer, and headed upstairs to start cooking. He had loved Lorelai since the first time they met. He had been her friend long enough. Every time she walked in his diner, he had visions of throwing her on the bar, ripping her clothes off and fucking her. After so many years of watching her go through man after man, he had reached a breaking point.

After dinner, he would ask Rory to leave so he and her mom could take care of some paperwork with the loan. That's when he would tell her. He would tell her if she wanted next semester's check, she would have to let him fuck her every Friday night any way he wanted.

He was prepared to never see her again if she said no. He would rather never see her again than to keep seeing her day after day with other men.

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"That was a great," said Rory as Luke cleared the table. She wasn't lying. She didn't know how Luke had become such a wonderful cook.

"I know," said Lorelai. "I feel like we should be the ones cooking for you."

"You don't cook," Luke said.

"Tushay."

After a little more small talk and questions about Chilton, it was about time to go. Luke was nervous about this moment all night. He had been scared he wouldn't go through with it. Then he thought of Lorelai with her eventual next boyfriend, whoever it might be, and it gave him the anger and strength to set his plan in motion.

As they were heading out the door, Luke said, "Oh Lorelai, I almost forgot, there's some paperwork I need you to look at about the loan."

"Oh, ok," she said, surprised but eager.

"Rory," Luke said, "Why don't you go wait downstairs. Make some coffee and grab a dessert."

"Sounds like a plan to me," she said, taking off down the stairs.

Luke shut and locked the door behind her.

"So, I thought all the paperwork was finished," Lorelai said.

"It is," Luke said. "But I'm adding another stipulation to our deal."

"Oh?"

"Yes. After Friday night dinner, Rory will leave, and you will do whatever I say for as long as I say."

"What do you mean, whatever you say?"

"I mean WHATEVER, Lorieli. You know exactly what that means."

"And what makes you think I'd agree to something like that?" Lorieli said, glaring at the only man she thought she trusted.

"Because its the lesser of two evils," Luke reasoned. "Really, all you have to do is ask yourself: what is worse? Fucking me once a week, or letting your parents control you and Rory's lives until that loan is paid back."

Lorelai said nothing.

"You've told me plenty about them. Once you take ANYTHING from them, they will have you. With me, it's just sex. You do it all the time. With them its guilt trips and control games. Not to mention, you will have to admit to them that you couldn't raise Rory on your own."

Lorelai thought.

"What's it going to be?"

Still nothing.

"Me, or Mister and Mrs. Gilmore?"

She shook her head and looked at the floor. "Fine."

"Good. Lose the clothes. We got to be fast or Rory's going to suspect something."

She brought her shirt up over her head and then pushed down and stepped out of he pants. She looked at Luke as she unlashed her bra and let it fall off her small firm tits. Luke approached her, putting his arm around her. He kissed her. Lorelai let him, but didn't kiss back. Luke worked down her neck, biting and kissing until he got to her perky nipples. He leaned her back as he squeezed one breast tight in his hand while he engulfed the other with his mouth.

"Take down my pants," he said while he continued to bite and suck on her tits.

Lorelai reached down and undid his belt, button, and zipper, and pushed his jeans to the floor. Luke pushed her down to her knees as he told her to pull down his boxers and suck his dick. His already hard cock popped out in front of her face. She closed her eyes as she opened her mouth and took it in. She normally loved giving blow-jobs. She had given her first one when she was 13 and had been cock-crazy ever since.

She worked at his dick with her hands and mouth for about two minutes. Thick saliva was beginning to drip down her chin as Luke thrusted his manhood into her mouth hard and fast, making loud wet slurping sounds. He withdrew, letting Lorelai gasp for air. He helped her to her feet, then turned her around and bent her over onto the table. Her beautiful ass, covered only by a black thong, stuck out just begging to be fucked. He kneeled down and licked her ass check as he pulled the small undergarmet to the floor.

He spread her cheeks and stuck his tongue in her soaking snatch. Giving the blow-job, even against her will, had gotten her juices flowing. He lapped at her pussy as he squeezed and smacked her ass. He couldn't wait much longer. He wanted to ram his dick in there.

He rose over her, reaching across her back and pulling her head up by her long black hair as he guided in dick into her well lubricated pussy. Luke let out a sigh as he entered her. He had waited for this day for so long. He continued, savoring each thrust, until he was pumping away like a mad man. His thighs smacked against her ass loudly. Luke brought both Lorieli's hands behind her back, leaving her body laying flat on the table. He held her hands pinned back and began thrusting into her by pulling her back by her hair.

Luke was about to climax. Lorelai was surpressing any verbal sign of pleasure. He withdrew and shot streams of hot cum all over her back.

"Now that wasn't so bad," Luke said, quite out of breath. "Get dressed and get out of here before Rory comes to check on us."

Outside the door, Rory Gilmore heard this, just as she had heard most of what had happened. She withdrew some wet, sticky fingers from her pants and quietly tiptoed down the stairs.
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