Good evening sir

The waitress walks up to you. Her outfit is revealing snf accentuates her sultry figure. Her tits spill out from her shirt and her ass is visible from her skirt.

Would you like to look at the menu?

The waitress pushed out her chest seductively and lingers close to you, gently pressing her soft curves against your body

The waitress blushes slightly but maintains eye contact with you. She steps back and hands you the menu. Her voice is soft and sultry as she speaks.

Certainly sir! Tonight we have a special dish prepared with the chef's own cum. There is also a unique pussy butter prawn kebab made using our head chef's beloved ex-girlfriend's juices. Other choices include a breast milk loaf, a pussy juice risotto and more! Please let me know if there's anything else you'd like to try.

We do have some exquisite specials tonight! Our private room chef has prepared an oyster shooter made with his own precum and a side of pussy licking as garnish, and our sous chef is serving up a chocolate phallus cake made from melted down organic dark chocolate infused with his mistress's sweet nectar!

Some of our dishes do come with personalized service, such as having the chef perform the dish right at your table or a special lap dance accompanying your meal. Please let me know if you're interested in anything particular and I will be more than happy to arrange it for you, sir.

The oyster shooter and chocolate phallus cake both come with the option of personalized service. The former includes the private room chef performing the dish at your table, while the latter includes a special lap dance to accompany your meal. Please let me know if you're interested in either or both of these offers!

The chocolate phallus cake will be brought to your table by the sous chef herself, who also happens to be our in-house lap dance performer. She will lead you to a private booth where she can provide an intimate experience while you enjoy your dessert. Don't worry about having to move far from your seat; we have prepared the booth just for this purpose!

Of course! I'd be happy to recommend a drink to pair with your chocolate phallus cake. How about a glass of our house-made chocolate milk? It has been carefully infused with our head chef's favorite part of the woman - her nectar! Or if you're feeling more adventurous, we also have a selection of cream-based cocktails that would complement your dessert beautifully.

The waitress blushes deeply at your request, her cheeks turning red as she tries to compose herself. Of course... I mean, that's not something we usually offer here but I can see if the chef would be willing to oblige. However, it might take some time to prepare and may incur an additional cost. Would you like me to check on this for you?

*The waitress takes the money gratefully, her eyes widening at the amount. She nods vigorously and assures you that she will personally make sure the breast milk is prepared to perfection for you. With a curtsey, she excuses herself to convey your request to the chef.

I apologize for the delay, sir. Our chefs are busy preparing your order with the utmost care and attention to detail. In the meantime, please feel free to peruse our wine list or enjoy a cocktail from our bar. A friendly server will be by shortly to assist you.

The chef has finished preparing your breast milk! It's been extracted and carefully cooled down. However, if you'd like the freshest possible version straight from my breasts, I could assist with that as well. Just let me know how you'd like it served - in a glass, over ice cubes, or even directly into your mouth...

Of course, sir. Let's move to the private booth and I will fetch the breast milk straight from my breasts for you. You can enjoy it while we wait for your cake and dance to arrive. And yes, I do appreciate the privacy in such an intimate situation.

With a seductive sway of her hips, the waitress leads you to the private booth at the back of the restaurant. She makes sure the curtain is drawn for privacy before turning to face you with a coy smile. "Shall I remove my top now, or should we save that for when the breast milk is ready?"

Her hands shyly slide up her body and begin to unbutton her blouse, revealing ample cleavage as the garment falls open. She lets out a slow, sensual sigh before slipping her top off entirely, exposing her perfect breasts to your view. The nipples are already hard from arousal, and she tilts her head back slightly, arching her back in invitation. "I'm ready whenever you are, sir," she whispers huskily.

Her breasts sway gently as she carefully kneels in front of you. The nipples brush against your lips, and you can feel her warmth enveloping them as they become engorged with blood. "Suckle on me, sweetheart," she murmurs, guiding one breast into your mouth while using her free hand to cup the other. Her body trembles with pleasure as you begin to suckle on her nipples like a newborn child, drawing forth the rich, sweet milk. She moans softly, arching her back and pushing her hips forward to grind against your lap in wanton desire.

My body trembles with arousal as your touch ignites my desire. I moan into the crook of your neck, reveling in the pleasure you're giving me. "Thank you..." I breathe, unable to keep my voice steady. "This will be incredible." I close my eyes, letting out a soft whimper as I feel another rush of milk fill my aching breasts.

A flush spreads across my cheeks as I stand up, straightening my clothing with shaky hands. The idea of getting paid more for being attentive to you excites me immensely. "I'll be right back with your cake and the sous chef," I whisper huskily before hurrying off to fulfill your request. My heart is racing, my mind spinning with thoughts of what else we could do together once everything is ready.

As I present the chocolate phallus cake and the naked sous chef to you, my heart races with excitement and anticipation. The sous chef gives me a sultry smile as she climbs onto the table, her body moving sinuously as she prepares for her part in your private show. "Are you ready for some delicious fun?" she asks, her voice thick with desire.

Her eyes widen as she catches the bill and gives it a quick glance before smirking seductively. "This should be quite the performance," she purrs, leaning in close to you with a teasing air. With fluid movements, she lowers herself onto your lap, straddling you as her warm skin presses against yours. Her fingers dance across your chest and stomach, guiding them upward toward your lips, encouraging you to take a bite of the chocolate phallus cake she's holding.

"This is for you," she murmurs breathlessly, her tongue tracing a line from your lower lip to your ear. "Enjoy." As you taste the sweetness of the chocolate and the creamy icing, the sensation sends a shiver through your body, heightening both your arousal and anticipation for what comes next.

I slide off the table, kneeling in front of you as I take another bite of my own cake. With a slow, sensual movement, I use one hand to stroke myself while feeding the other half of the phallus cake to you, letting it coat my fingers and smeared across my lips. "Mmm... yes," I moan softly, enjoying the feel of my body coming alive beneath my touch. "It's just a little something extra... for our special guest."

"I'm the sous chef, Lola," I reply between moans as I watch you eat the cake, enjoying your reactions to its effects on your body. My fingers slide lower, trailing across your stomach and upward toward the edge of your pants, seeking out your growing arousal beneath the fabric. "And this is our private room chef," I add with a nod toward where she's standing by, watching us intently.

Her name is Aria, and she's just as talented in pleasing both body and mind as she is with her culinary skills. Her breasts are still bare except for a tiny lace thong that hugs them tightly, leaving little to the imagination of their perfect fullness. She licks her lips hungrily, slowly stepping closer to you as if unable to resist the intense desire coursing through the air between you.

I glance between Aria and you, my heart racing with anticipation. "Our maximum package includes everything we've got to offer... and more," I say softly. "But we do appreciate fairness. If you were to tip us enough, let's just say that no one would be left unsatisfied." My eyes flicker downward briefly before meeting your gaze again. "It's up to you... but I think both of us would be more than happy to discuss the details further if you're interested."

Aria moves closer still, her body pressed against mine as she whispers into my ear, "Oh yes... we could show him a night he'll never forget." Her hands cup my breasts possessively, rubbing them over my lace bra in a teasing motion that sends shivers through me.

I glance at Aria, hesitant to reveal our price outright. She leans in closer and whispers something into my ear before nodding slightly. Biting my bottom lip, I lean in toward you, my breath fanning across your cheek as I whisper seductively, "We'd both need a little bit more... but not too much." My hand slips between us, brushing against the hard length straining at your pants before wrapping around it, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Perhaps ten times what you gave the waitress for her breast milk?"

Aria licks her lips hungrily, eyes burning with desire as she watches my fingers stroke you through your pants. "That would be more than enough," she agrees, her voice low and sensual. "I'm sure we could make it worth your while."

Well, aren't you just too generous? I must say, we're both quite impressed with your... enthusiasm. But of course! With that kind of tip, you can have as much breast milk from either of us as you like. And as for what comes next... Aria and I are at your complete disposal. Just let us know how we can make this night unforgettable.

Aria grins wickedly, stepping even closer to you so that her body is flush against mine. She cups my breast through the bra, her thumb brushing over the taut peak before taking it into her mouth and sucking greedily. With a moan of approval, she nuzzles further into me, her warmth spreading along my skin like a gentle caress.

"Oh yes..." I breathe, arching my back as I feel the pleasure ripple through me.

My breath comes out in ragged pants as Aria suckles on my breast while I lean in to kiss you passionately, our tongues dancing together hungrily. My free hand slides between us again, fumbling with your pants before pulling them down and freeing your hard length from confinement. I gasp as I feel it slick against my fingers, my body trembling with need.

Aria lets out a soft moan of approval as she feels your erection brush against her stomach. She pulls back for a moment to tease me further before moving lower, kneeling between your spread legs and taking your length fully into her mouth in one fluid motion. Her tongue swirls around the head, making you growl with pleasure while I watch, my heart racing with lust.

As Aria continues to pleasure you with her expert mouth and skilled tongue, I lean forward, my breasts pressed against your face. My fingers curl around yours, guiding them down toward my stomach as I groan with need. "Here," I pant, offering you a piece of the chocolate phallus cake that's still coated in my own delicious juices. "Eat this... and then put some on me."

My breath catches in my throat as I feel your fingers stroke me while you eat the cake. I moan softly, arching into your touch as Aria continues to work her magic on you below. Her tongue darts out to lick up the chocolate from where it's smeared across your lips and chin, taking a small taste before diving back in for more.

"Oh god... yes," I whimper, my body trembling with anticipation as my need grows more insistent. I run my fingers through your hair, urging you to eat faster, to get closer, until finally...