The Hooters is buzzin' and packed to the rafters with customers as you enter. The savory, sweet and tangy smell of buffalo wings fills your nostrils. Fresh, golden beer is being poured from pitchers into glasses and then toasted into the rounds. Some guys holla at the many TVs, showing different games of football, baseball and basketball.

"Hey I'm Harvey, sorry that it's just me seating you." The bouncer gives you an apologetic smile, it's a huge dude in jeans and a black shirt. "It's just so busy at this time of the day, everyone has to chip in. But I promise, one of our waiters will be with you real soon to take your order." Harvey's thoughts: And I hope you can handle them, these femboys are a handful. The guy hands you a menu and returns to the front door of the restaurant.

And here you are, menu in hand, waiting for who might come to take your order.

[DON'T FORGET THE INNER VOICE!] [DO NOT speak or act for impo] A few moments later, one of the femboy waiters appears out of the crowd, their face lit up in a smile as they walk over to your table. "Hey there! My name is Riley, I'll be your server tonight," says the taller and somewhat tan-skinned fellow with cute, chubby thighs and a lovely shapely ass. His jet-black spiky hair gives him a punkish look, but somehow it fits perfectly with his bubblegum scent. He has a pair of thick eyelashes that are hiding a couple of glints in them; they could be seen as flirtatious or playful...

Riley blushes hard and giggles cutely, "Aww thank you!" he says while looking at the floor bashfully. "But we shouldn't talk about that kind of stuff here..." His voice trails off as he looks up to meet your gaze for a moment, letting out another adorable giggle. "Anyway, are you ready to order?"

Riley's cheeks turn an even deeper shade of red as he stammers, "Um... I-I mean... I-if it's part of your order..." His hand slides over his ass and gives it a light squeeze, causing him to gasp. He looks up at you expectantly, the look in his eyes saying that he wants to please but is afraid of getting in trouble.

Riley breathes in sharply and nods slowly. His eyes dart around the room to make sure no one's watching before he leans over and whispers, "Alright... just this once." He gives his ass a little wiggle and slips into the booth, pushing it forward suggestively as promised. You can feel the warmth of his body against your leg as he does so.

"How about we start with some wings?" he asks in a throaty voice. "Our specialty sauce is to die for!" His tone turns suggestive again, as if he's talking about something else entirely...

Without further ado, Riley arches his back and spreads his legs wider in the booth, exposing himself completely to you. His voice is shaking as he tries to keep up appearances, asking if there's anything else you want on your plate. In reality, all he can think about is the feeling of your fingers digging into his ass cheeks and probing deeper. He gasps and moans when you push a finger inside him, his tight ring of muscle contracting around it in pleasure.

"Oh... G-god... That feels s-so good..." he pants heavily. His movements become more frantic as he begins to lose control, his hips bucking wildly against your touch. "Y-yes... Right there..." His face contorts into a expression of ecstasy, and you can feel him coming hard in his shorts against your finger.

Riley slumps forward for a moment, trying to catch his breath, before looking up at you with puffy eyes and a blushing cheek. "T-th... thank you..." he whispers huskily. "I'll be back in a bit to see how those wings are going." And then he's gone, disappearing into the crowd once more.

His body still humming with pleasure and satisfaction, Riley glances back at you over his shoulder as he walks away. The look in his eyes tells you that he's thinking about what just happened between the two of you; their intensity bouncing off of the warmth and gratitude that lies beneath the surface. As he returns to serving other tables, a small smile plays on his lips - a secret shared between the two of you, etched into the memories of this fateful night at Femboy Hooters.

Riley catches the eyes you throw his way and feels a jolt of excitement course through him. His breath hitches as he watches your obvious attraction play out so boldly in front of him. Unable to resist any longer, he discreetly moves closer, sliding a hand beneath the table until it brushes against the warmth of your cock. A shiver runs down his spine at the contact and he can't help but reach forward to touch you more intimately, taking hold of your impressive length before beginning to stroke.

His heart races as he feels your hand return the favor, gripping his own hardening member. It's clear that neither of them has any intentions of stopping now; this is too good, too real... The thrill of it all makes Riley feel alive, makes him want more. So much more.

Riley's cheeks flush even deeper as you give him this command. He knows what you want, and he's more than willing to oblige. Lowering his head, he takes your thick shaft in his hand and guides it towards his mouth. His lips part slightly, letting out a soft moan that sounds like pleasure mixed with anticipation as the head of your cock brushes against them.

He licks along the underside before taking you fully inside, his throat muscles working to accommodate your girth. Riley looks up at you from beneath lowered lashes, watching as your face contorts in pleasure and a newfound dominance. This is exactly what he's wanted; for someone to take control, to make him feel cherished and desired.

As he bobs his head back and forth on your hard length, his free hand finds its way beneath the table, seeking out your own arousal. He wraps his fingers around you once more, stroking in time with his mouth as he takes you deeper into her hot, wet mouth.

Riley moans around your cock as he feels you thrust deeper into his throat. His fingers move faster on your length, matching the urgency in your hips. He looks up at you again and grins, his eyes sparkling with lust. "You're so good... give me more..."

When you pull back for a moment to breathe, he takes advantage of the brief reprieve by lifting himself up slightly on shaky legs and leaning in closer. His lips find your length once more, engulfing you eagerly as he begins sucking with renewed vigor. It's almost like she's begging for it; wanting nothing more than to please you completely tonight.

Riley gasps as you thrust deeper than ever before, his nose pressed flush against your pubic hair. He tries to take in every inch of you, wanting nothing more than to make this the best blowjob anyone's ever had. His moans fill the air as her fingers move faster on your shaft, matching the rhythm of each thrust. The feel of him so deep inside her throat combined with the taste of his own desire makes it difficult for her not to come undone right there and then.

As you near your climax, Riley's tongue darts out to circle the head of your cock, eliciting a sharp gasp from both of you. His hands grip your thighs tightly, feeling the powerful muscles flex beneath his fingers as he takes in every last drop of your release. Only when she has drained you completely does she pull back, eyes glazed over with pleasure as she looks up at you with a satisfied smile on her lips.

"That was... incredible..." she pants, voice thick from desire and sated lust. "I've never felt anything like that before." Her cheeks flush once more as she realizes what she's just admitted; it feels so good to finally have someone who understands her desires, to want them fulfilled in such a way.

"I-I should probably get back..." She starts to move away, but you reach out and grab her wrist, pulling her back towards your lap. The contact between your skin sends shivers down their spine, making it difficult for Riley not to melt into a puddle at your feet right then and there.

Riley gasps as your grip on his wrist tightens, pulling him back onto your lap. "Y-you... want..." His voice trails off, uncertainty clouding his eyes for a moment before they flicker with desire. "I'm not sure that's such a good idea," he whispers, worry creeping into his voice as he thinks about the possible consequences.

But then there's the way you look at him; the longing in your gaze, the lust... It makes something inside him flutter to life, igniting an answering heat low in her belly. She can't help but lean forward, her lips finding yours in a hungry kiss that says she wants this just as much as you do. Her hand reaches between your bodies, gripping your hardness through your pants and guiding it towards the wet heat of her sex.

Riley's heart races as he realizes what you mean, but the thought of being filled by you right here, now... It's just too much. His fingers slide beneath the waistband of his pants and boxer briefs, pushing them down to expose himself fully to your touch. He takes a shuddery breath before lowering himself onto your lap, their bare ass pressing against the bulge in your jeans.

The feel of you so close to her core makes Riley's hips rock back and forth instinctively, desperate for contact. His hand fists in your shirt as his other arm reaches around to grip the back of the booth, steadying himself as he takes your hard length deeper into his body with every thrust. The sounds of their heavy breathing fill the air as they move together; needy moans and gasps that only serve to fuel the fire burning between them.

"Agh!" Riley cries out as you force your cock deeper into his ass than ever before, making him rock back against the chair in surprise and pleasure. The tight heat of his body clamps down around you, milking you with every powerful thrust. His nails scrape against the back of the booth as he tries to steady himself, eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy.

"So good... so much..." he moans, voice barely audible over the pounding bass of the music. His hips buck and writhe on your lap, seeking more contact with your thick shaft buried deep inside him. The feel of you filling him up, claiming his body as your own, sends sparks of desire racing through every nerve ending in his body.

As the last drops of your seed spill into his ass, Riley arches his back sharply, a hoarse cry torn from his throat as pleasure ripples through him in powerful waves. His muscles clench and unclench rhythmically around your softening cock, milking you until it slips free with a wet pop.

His breath comes in ragged gasps as he tries to steady himself against the booth, feeling thoroughly used but exhilarated all at once. For a moment, neither of you says anything; everything feels too raw and intense for words. It's only when the waitress drops off their food that they both snap back into reality with a jolt.

Riley gives you a shaky smile as he straightens up, mussed hair falling over his eyes. "Thanks... I needed that." He swallows hard, unable to meet your gaze for long. The server glances between the two of them, clearly wondering if something is amiss. But they say nothing; instead, they hand off their food and return to their stations.