One of the rules about weekend nights was that if your table became too drunk then the server was disqualified from the tips competition and had to pay a forfeit.
“I want to see some vag!” a previously perfectly coiffured businesswoman hollered while dancing on the table. Glasses flew in all directions as she performed an Irish jig on the sturdy rustic furniture.
Persephone rushed over. “Table six, I’m afraid you’re out of the running for the top tip competition. Electra’s tip will be given to the rest of the servers, so please continue to give generously. As a forfeit, she has to give each of you a kiss.”
Any disappointment they may have had at being disqualified disappeared when Electra offered them her lips.
Athena watched as Electra ground her body against each member of the table, licking and sucking the willing women as her “punishment.”
The “vag” lady, Sheena, got special treatment. Jealousy rustled Athena’s controlled demeanor and touched every other horny lady in the restaurant. They watched as the limber Electra crawled onto her lap. Kisses covered the swell of Sheena’s chest before she was ridden cowgirl style. Electra writhed against her, her Grecian dress unable to contain her breasts as she offered herself to Sheena. Athena turned to find Megan staring at the scene, her eyes wide and her hand slipping under the table. Suddenly, her gaze flicked to Athena and for a moment they stared at each other, communicating their longing.
“I said kiss.” Persephone’s warning was heeded by Electra, who responded with a long, drawn-out kiss with Sheena. Athena watched as a note, probably a phone number, was clumsily slipped between the two. Looking again to an aroused Megan, Athena felt a longing to bed the woman whose hand still moved in her lap.
The hotly contested competition for tips continued, although Hades’s table was no longer in the running. A woman celebrating her sixtieth birthday had pulled a muscle in the excitement of having a dirty dance with Hades. The birthday girl had limped out of the restaurant early with a broad smile across her face; she had no complaints about her Greek experience.
Athena returned to her own table ready to take the dessert orders.
Once the laughs over the boob-shaped trifle had subsided, Megan piped up: “What’s the Slippery Nipple Surprise? Is it related to the drink?”
Athena blushed unexpectedly. She was the most experienced server, having pleasured customers for years. Nothing, especially not a suggestive pudding name, should get a reaction out of her, but hearing the name of the dessert from between Megan’s lips had her burning up.
“It’s a special way of eating it. You down a shot of Sambuca then follow it with Irish ice-cream liqueur.” One corner of Megan’s mouth lifted in a smile. “I’ll have that then.”
Athena took the rest of the orders and sashayed back to the kitchen, an idea forming on how she could use the Slippery Nipple Surprise to her advantage. She was going to earn her evening with Megan and she finally knew how.
The hem of Athena’s Grecian dress brushed her thighs as she glided back to the table, the silver tray aloft. One by one she’d won over the members of the table. Years of seducing groups had taught her that sex wasn’t enough on ladies’ nights. Listening to problems, respecting the women, and giving genuine compliments where there were self-esteem issues meant more to some than a nibbled lip and sly caress.
But subtle teases couldn’t be ignored either. Through brushes against cheeks, a finger lazily drawn up a bare arm, and a gentle squeeze of a supple thigh, Athena had given every woman a taste of the self-worth they deserved. Hopefully, they’d return home tonight and get the satisfaction they longed for after a night of slowbuilding desire.
But there was still Megan.
As the rest of the group tucked into their desserts, Athena approached her. Stepping closer, she witnessed with pleasure how Megan’s eyes scanned her body, pausing on her breasts before slowly traveling down her legs.
Athena had rarely felt desired so completely. “Megan,” she said, placing the shot glass and marble pudding dish in front of her as she leaned close enough for their naked limbs to touch.
Megan’s flesh was as hot as hers, spurring her on. “You can enjoy this dessert in the boring way,” she continued, crouching down next to Megan’s chair, giving her the opportunity to inspect her body closer.
“Or . . . ?” Megan whispered, while her eyes stared down the front of Athena’s dress, her nipples matching Athena’s in turning visibly hard beneath her dress.
“Or there’s a different way. How adventurous are you feeling tonight?” Athena resisted the urge to wet her lips and press them together to draw Megan’s eyes. She craved a taste.
Megan finally looked up. Eyes that were initially set in challenge dropped slightly to look once more at Athena’s bosom.
“I go wherever you want to take me,” she replied, her voice dipping to a whisper, forcing Athena to lean closer to hear her, her head nearly in the beauty’s lap. “Your breasts are beautiful, Stephanie. I hope you will allow me a taste later.”
Athena’s heart stopped as time slowed. She’d called her Stephanie.
Hidden beneath the table, Athena moved her hand slowly, running it in circles above Megan’s knee, teasing the soft, naked skin with her fingertips and using the movement to regain her composure. “I’ll look forward to it,” she replied, noticing how bright Megan’s eyes were.
“Tell me, how do I enjoy my dessert in the ‘not boring’ way?”
“First you have to drink the shot.” Athena nestled the glass between her own breasts, pressing it down so that Megan would have to take her time to retrieve the liquid.
Silence had descended over the restaurant as Athena stood in front of Megan, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from her body.
With a last seductive stare, Megan dipped her head. She opened her mouth wide and wrapped her lips around the rim of the glass.
A collective gasp escaped the mouths of the mesmerized women around them. In one quick move, Megan tipped her head, letting the fiery liquid trickle down her throat.
She’s stunning, Athena thought as she watched Megan swallow the searing fluid, her lips glossy and her cheeks flushed red as a new confidence radiated from her.
“And now?” Megan asked breathlessly.
Athena used her finger to scoop up the alcohol-laden creamy pudding. She smeared it across the top of her breasts. Ensuring Megan’s attention was entirely on her, she dipped a finger into the crease between her boobs, a place almost hidden by the white chiffon of her Grecian dress.
“And now you have to clean me up.”
Gasps transformed into groans of lust. Megan didn’t flinch; instead, her mouth creased with a smile as she lowered her head once more.
Her tongue stroked at Athena’s skin, causing her to moan. Pressure was growing between her legs, refusing to be ignored. Megan continued to kiss and lap at her, and Athena’s head lolled backward as the pleasure overwhelmed her.
Eventually, she raised her head and kissed Megan briefly, the alcoholic cream shared between their mouths.
“You missed a bit,” Athena replied, referring to the sticky pudding that remained between her breasts.
Megan whispered in her ear, her hot breath tickling her skin, “I’m saving that for later.”
A shout from Persephone broke the tension temporarily.
“We’re getting closer to your checks coming out. And you know what that means, ladies. We need your tips because we need a winner tonight. You’ll decide which server goes into the Secret Garden tonight. The top two servers will be led blindfolded and nearly naked through the restaurant, but only one server will go to the Secret Garden. As a table, you need to decide which one or two ladies from your table might be joining them. Whichever server wins, be assured that they have gifts in giving pleasure like you’ve never known before.” Chatter replaced Persephone’s voice. There was an energy filling the room, a mixture of excitement and lust. Many would experience intense arousal an
d delight before the end of the night but for most, it would be in their own homes. Only one or two would be chosen for the Garden.
For now, the servers were banished from the room, the choice of winner no longer in their power.
Athena waited with the remaining five servers. One by one they were dismissed. Soon only she and Calypso lingered. Under instruction, they removed their clothes until all that remained were their white lace bras and panties.
Persephone placed a blindfold over their eyes and paraded them nearly naked around the restaurant. Athena may have been unable to see what was happening but she could still sense the way she was being watched as she was led between the tables. The sexual tension goaded her, causing a natural swing to her hips, surging her confidence as she felt the desires of every woman in the room. Persephone’s fingers tickled the palm of her hand. They sought to arouse her, increasing a lust that seemed unable to reach its peak.
Eventually, she was taken through a door and left alone. The same would be happening to Calypso. Athena had experienced it as an unsuccessful server before. The aim was to create excitement and tension, to give the clientele something to remember and encourage them to return another night.
Had she been led to the Secret Garden or the storeroom? It was impossible to know until—
Lips brushed her neck, soft and seeking. Athena had won, but who from her table had joined her? She tried unsuccessfully to distinguish the shape of the lips from the kisses.
Athena fingered her blindfold but a hand stopped her. “Not yet,” a voice said, so quiet she couldn’t be sure whose it was. It could have been Megan but it also could have been anyone else, even Carol. Athena had a suspicion that one night Persephone might sneak in when
Apollo wasn’t watching, or maybe when he was.
The lips continued to caress her flesh, covering every goose bump.
Moments passed, hair brushed across her body, hands gripped her tightly as their bodies pressed against each other. Suddenly a mouth was against hers. The scent of jasmine infused with plum filled her lungs. Longing to be touched at her core made it hard to beckon memories of Megan’s perfume.
Fingers threaded through her hair, pulling at the pins, causing a pain that only increased her never peaking pleasure. One by one the pins hit the floor as their kiss deepened, tongues entwining. The mistress behind it continued to remain a mystery. Hunger built with every jerk of her waves and scratch of her scalp. Contact was suddenly broken and she heard gasps for breath.
Athena shook her hair, freeing curls and waves until they rested against her naked shoulders. Her mistress bestowed teasing touches that made her feel sexy and beautiful. This was usually what she gave others but tonight she was receiving all the attention.
A hand grasped hers and led her to what she knew must be the bed.
Cotton sheets comforted her flesh as she was eased down.
Her bra straps were slid down her shoulders, kisses covering where their marks probably still remained.
“Lie down,” a whispered voice instructed, emerging from the fog of yearning that led Athena to wherever this woman wanted to take her. Kisses feathered across her body; intermittently a tongue licked at her searing flesh. Moans of delight were dragged from her depths.
The warm mouth sucked at the creamy dessert that remained between her breasts until the laps became ferocious. Even after the dessert was gone, the caresses continued.
“I vaguely remember attending your eighteenth birthday, Stephanie, but I didn’t really notice you. I was in love with my boyfriend. I foolishly thought that only guys could turn me on.” Athena heard the words between kisses. They settled into the atmosphere above her, mingling with the scent of arousal.
Megan’s tongue sucked a nipple, teasing it then biting gently before soothing it with soft licks. She repeated the same painful yet pleasurable action on Athena’s other nipple, spreading kisses across her bosom.
Moans of longing came like torrents from Athena’s mouth.
“But that boyfriend, later my husband, made me feel ugly and fat. He told me sex wasn’t about pleasure: it was an obligation. I tolerated that obligation but unknown to me, he’d found someone else to fuck. I haven’t wanted to come in months.”
Megan’s mouth dipped lower, nearing Athena’s sex, making it harder for her to concentrate on the words falling around her, but she fought through the fog to listen and offer understanding. This was important.
“I only came here tonight because my friends told me
I had to. I knew I’d hate it. But then I saw you.”
As a warm breath blew on her pussy, her juices flowed at the promise of Megan’s mouth.
“I haven’t been horny for a long time, but all evening I knew I had to fuck you. The cost didn’t matter. Now you’re mine for the next hour and I can do what I want with you. I want to make you scream.”
Suddenly, her pussy was engulfed. Megan sucked at her clit before nibbling at her, her teeth grazing Athena’s sex then sucking it gently once more. She flung her head back against the pillow as her pelvis ground into Megan’s face. Her hips bucked as moans left her mouth, chasing each other, barely a gasp of air between them.
“You’re not screaming yet,” Megan said, as her mouth continued the touches that filled Athena with a delightful agony. The climax was climbing quickly; she was now writhing beneath Megan’s hands, which were gripping her hips so tightly she knew they’d leave marks of ownership.
“Yes,” Athena screamed, the lips sucking at her clit turning to what felt like a smile.
Without warning, Megan plunged one, then two, fingers inside her. Rapid thrusts gave her no chance to catch her breath; her lungs were bursting. Athena lifted her hips to match each drive of her lover’s fingers, forcing them deeper.
The curve of Megan’s digits hit her G-spot again and again. Her writhing was becoming more violent. What had started as a simple tease from both of them had become a fucking more powerful than either expected. Sweat covered her body as heat burned her from the inside out.
The combination of her heart and hornyness demanded an intense climax. It might destroy her, but it would be worth it.
Megan bit at her nipples, scratching the delicate skin of each areola in turn. The pain from the sharpness of her teeth somehow served to heighten the sensitivity of Athena’s entire body, making the fingers penetrating her body feel more intense. With one last deep push of her fingers, Megan sent Athena over the edge of climax, the darkness behind the blindfold suddenly turning to bright flashes of light and then black.
Athena realized as she regained consciousness that the orgasm had made her pass out. That was rare but not unknown for her.
Soft strokes helped to soothe her thumping heart and trembling body. The blindfold was removed, and in front of her barely opened eyes, she saw the shining, proud face of Megan, the soft lights of the Secret Garden glinting off her golden hair.
“You’re okay? Did I do that, make you pass out?” “Yes and yes,” Athena replied with a dreamy smile.
Athena pulled Megan closer and they lay down, their arms wrapped around each other’s naked bodies, their heartbeats mirroring each other’s in speed. “But you know you were the one who was supposed to be the winner tonight.”
“I am a winner,” Megan replied between kisses. “I don’t want this night to end.”
“It doesn’t have to,” Athena replied, drifting off to sleep, certain that this was the beginning of something significant.
ROGERING NADINE
Richard Bacula
Nadine was wearing a pair of thin purple panties, a sheer black shirt, and sturdy rope. Kerry, her boyfriend for almost a month, had convinced her to do a bit of kinky bondage play. He’d tied her spread-eagle on the bed, each of her four limbs tied by the rope to each of the four bedposts. They’d already been making out for quite a while before he brought up the idea, and Nadine was pretty turned on to begin with. Once she was tied up, Kerry tortured her with soft caresses, whi
spered dirty promises, and gentle kisses on her exposed flesh. His mouth sought out those special places on her neck, the ones that made her go wild. His hands stroked and squeezed her breasts, pinching her nipples through the almost diaphanous cloth. His thigh rested between her legs, a solid pillar of muscle pressed against her groin. She writhed, moaned, and rubbed her hungry, swollen pussy shamelessly against his leg.
Kerry’s hands slipped under her shirt, stroking her bare flesh. He teased one nipple to alert hardness then moved to the other, treating it to soft strokes of his fingertips until it too was fully erect and ready for more.
Kerry wasn’t a perfect boyfriend, but he was so good with his hands that Nadine forgave him a lot. Not to mention the things that he could do with his lips, his tongue, and his cock. He even had a trick or two with his feet, although Nadine wasn’t entirely certain how she felt about that.
Nadine was so glad that she’d gone to college after graduation. High-school boys had never done much for her, so she’d never done much for them in return. But college men? They were a different story—so mature, so experienced.
Nadine had never exactly been a wallflower in the past, but something about the freedom of living on campus had loosened her up, had even made her run a bit wild for a while. Then she met Kerry, and the two of them fell in love.
Kerry’s thigh had left Nadine’s pussy, but he replaced it with his hand before her body could feel too lonely. His palm pressed and rubbed against her pubic mound, pushing on all her most pleasant places through the cloth. She could feel herself getting wet, that sweet liquid pleasure building up inside her loins.
He slipped a finger underneath the purple gusset, then another. His touch gave her goose bumps, as he tantalized her intimate flesh with featherlight brushes of his fingertips. Kerry was kissing her on the mouth, their tongues dancing across each other. He was filling her senses, making her desperate with need.
Finally, when her body was aching so much for him that she simply couldn’t stand it anymore, Kerry knelt between her outstretched legs. He reached up, grabbed the waistband of her panties, and started to pull them down. Then they heard the front door to the apartment open and close.
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