Chapter 1

I was running late and practically ran from the parking lot into the restaurant. I knew Kim would be waiting impatiently. She had told me to be there at seven sharp. 'Decadent Delights' the small, discreet sign over the door read. The exterior was very low-key. It looked like the kind of place that relied on word-of-mouth for business. I had never even heard of the place until Kim told me about it. "My new favorite" was how she had described it.

There you are," she said when she saw me come through the doorway. "We almost missed out. They were about to give our room away."

Room? I wondered why we need a room for just the two of us. I looked around the lobby, trying to find a clue as to what kind of place it was. There was an unmanned hostess station in front of us, with restrooms to the left and a small bar on the right. The décor was tasteful and subtly suggestive, with lots of reds and blacks. It almost reminded me of a gentleman's' club one of my boyfriends had taken me to once. As my eyes adjusted to the semi-darkness I noticed some paintings on the wall. They weren't the kind of art you might see in a Bennigans or Steak and Ale.

"Are those... ?" I whispered to Kim.

"I think they're called satyrs."

"But they have..."

"Big erections. I know."

"Are those appropriate for a family restaurant?" I asked.

"This ain't McDonalds," Kim laughed.

I started to ask her just what that meant when the hostess returned. "Follow me, ladies. Your room is ready."

She was an olive-skinned Eurasian beauty, wearing a satiny dress, with a neckline that plunged in a tight V almost to her navel, displaying almost all of what appeared to be two very natural, jiggly breasts. As she turned, I noticed that her dress was slit up the side high enough to display a lot of thigh, and no sign of underwear that I could see. Girls really aren't my thing, but I couldn't take my eyes off the perfect rump of Miss China as we followed her. Kim was right, this sure wasn't McDonalds - with all that breast and thigh on display it was more like KFC.

From all the cars I had seen in the parking lot, I expected to see a lot of people in the dining room, but it was almost empty. It was also very small for such a large building. Must have a heck of a kitchen, I thought. That's when I noticed all the doors along the sides and back of the main room. The hostess led us to one of the doors and opened it to reveal a small private room. There was a rectangular table in the middle and what appeared to be a very comfortable looking bench seat against the far wall. There were two chairs on the other side which our hostess quickly pushed aside as Kim and I both went for the cushy, sofa-like seats behind the table. It seemed a little weird to be sitting side-by-side, like we were on a date or something, but neither one of us could resist the plush cushions.

"Carlos will be taking care of you tonight," our exotic-looking escort said as she closed the door.

"So, all those doors lead to small rooms like this?" I asked my best friend.

"Uh-huh," Kim replied, smiling. "this place is basically just a lot of small rooms. Like it?"

"I guess so, even though it seems like you are trying to seduce me. That's what this place is, right, a place for romantic interludes and sly seductions."

"Don't worry sweetie, you aren't my type. Just trust me, okay? I think you are going to enjoy this place."

As if on cue, the door slide open again, and one of the most handsome men I have ever seen entered, holding two menus. He looked like he belonged on the cover of some trashy romance novel, not working as a waiter. He had curly black hair, a dimpled chin, and a smile that could by itself probably get the panties off most teenage girls. He was wearing an expensive-looking shirt, unbuttoned halfway down his chest, to display his very macho looking pecs. His pants were so tight that there was no mystery about the size of his manhood. The only question was whether there would be any room for it to expand if something were to happen to cause that. I almost wished I could find out. My mouth was watering, and we hadn't even ordered.

"Good evening ladies," he said, "my name is Carlos. Can I get you some drinks, or perhaps an appetizer?"

"You've already got my mouth watering," Kim purred. When she wants to, she can be very flirty - and she usually wants to. Give her a target like the luscious Carlos to aim her pussy power at, and she will be on the prowl quickly.

We ordered a round of Margaritas and a vegetable platter for our appetizer. As two single girls still "on the market" (god, I hate that expression), we do try to be careful about what we eat. While we waited for our drinks I studied the menu and soon realized that we must have been in the wrong place. The prices weren't just high, they were about to go into orbit. "I can't afford this," I warned Kim. "Why did you want to come here?"

"Don't worry about the bill, hon, I've got it," Kim reassured.

"Why? Are we celebrating something?"

"Do we need an excuse to have a nice girls night out? You've really been down in the dumps since you and Gary broke up. I really want to see that famous Shayna smile again. Just relax and enjoy the evening, and follow my lead."

"Your lead? What do you m..."

Before I could finish, the door slid open and the very efficient Carlos returned with our drinks and the veggies. After he left, I asked Kim about the hostess. "Why is she dressed like a hooker? It doesn't seem to be very appropriate for a restaurant. She looks more like she should be working at a strip club or something."

"Actually," she laughed, "I think she used to. A lot of the customers here are men, and they enjoy that kind of ... show," she replied cryptically. I was feeling more and more confused about just what kind of place Decadent Delights' was. It was definitely the strangest restaurant I had ever been in. It was not a place that had a kiddie menu, that was for sure.

We were still working our way through our carrot sticks and broccoli spears when Carlos returned with another round of drinks that I didn't remember us ordering. "On the house," he explained as he set them on the table. "Now, what can I get for you ladies tonight?" he asked.

"Oh, I think you know," Kim purred, acting more like a girl trying to pick a guy up in a bar than someone talking to her waiter. "Two of the Ladies Specials," she said coyly, "and make sure they are hot."

Carlos grinned. He didn't bother writing down our order.

"What are the Ladies' Specials?" I asked after he left. "I didn't see that on the menu."

"Shay, just follow my lead, remember? Come on, time for a rest room break."

Kim led the way as we meandered through the almost deserted main dining room. It was obvious that almost everyone who dined at 'Decadent Delights' preferred a private room. The room might have been empty, but it was not quiet. There was a stream of waiters and waitresses buzzing between the kitchen and the various rooms. The waitresses, like Carlos, were unlike any I had ever seen. They were all dressed like characters out of a man's late-night fantasy.

I saw two dressed in some kind of Roman theme, with very short togas and loose-fitting tops. Another one was dressed like the hostess, with a slinky, high-cut Oriental gown. Most surprising were the two girls dressed as cheerleaders who emerged from the kitchen carrying trays of food as we neared the ladies room.

The rest room was just as elegant, in a sleazy kind of way, as the rest of the place. Marble counters, antique-looking mirrors, and more art work. One mural above the mirrors looked like something you might find in an art museum, an x-rated museum that is. It depicted naked and semi-naked women being chased and attacked by mythical creatures, most of which were depicted with large erections.

"Is that supposed to be a turn-on," I asked Kim.

"Well, it kinda works for me," she grinned.

"Not for me, I replied. "I prefer to be the one doing the chasing. That's too much like a rape fantasy."

Between each of the mirrors were smaller, but no less graphic images. One showed a demure, Victorian lady reading a book while she reclined on a chaise lounge. All very innocent, except for the man foraging around under her balloon-like dress. All that showed of him were his legs and feet, but it wasn't hard to figure out that he wasn't looking for a lost puppy in there. On the other side of the mirror was a more modern picture, a naked couple embracing in the woods. The woman's back was to the viewer, and the man's erect penis was poking out from between her thighs. Once again, it was larger than average, judging by those I had seen in my life so far. There seemed to be a theme in 'Decadent Delights' artwork.

"Wonder what they have in the mens room?" I joked.

"Wanna go check," she teased. Or maybe not, Kim is ballsie enough to go charging into forbidden territory if the mood strikes.

"Never mind," I sighed.

As we turned to leave I saw another picture on the wall next to the door. This one was a black-and-white photograph, showing a beautiful woman wearing a sleek nightgown that had been pushed above her waist by the two men holding her up as they serviced her. She seemed to be quite happy about the situation, even though her partners hadn't even bothered to take her panties off, preferring instead to merely push them aside as they sandwiched her between their sweaty bodies. "Is that supposed to be art?" I asked.