Chapter 16

Nicole turned around and looked at me, “Last chance. Are you going out like this, or do you want to change into something more comfortable?”

So, that’s why she had that bag with her, she had brought some clothes for me.

“No, thanks,” I said. “Only when they don’t allow me to enter I will think about changing.”

“Fine with me,” Nicole said. “All out of the car then.”

We climbed out of it, and Linda helped me to ensure I wouldn’t end up face-down in the parking lot. We only made a few steps when we heard loud wolf calls directed at us. I looked in the direction the sound came from and saw those kids on their BMXs standing on the other side of the road. They must have gone fast to follow us. Or maybe not, it’s not that we were driving that fast through the streets in this neighborhood, and if they lived here, they probably knew a lot of shortcuts. As long as they could sometimes see in which direction we drove, they could figure out where they could catch us again.

It was four of them, and they were at an age that it was hard to guess how old they were. They had to be somewhere between ten and fourteen, I thought. They just looked very different, one of them was rather tall, but the boy’s face gave away that he was still very young, and the smallest looked like he was ten or eleven.

When they reached me, they looked at me, and one of them said, “Wow!”

Another stared at me with his mouth open, and the other two looked at me slightly more maturely. I noticed one of those two was getting his phone out of his pocket.

He looked at Nicole and asked, “Can we take a picture with her?”

“Of course you can,” Nicole answered.

All four guys dropped their bikes to the ground, and three approached me. My friends got out of their way, and two laid their arms around my back.

“Do you want me to take the picture,” Nicole asked the boy holding his phone.

“Yeah, that would be great,” he said.

He joined his friends, and then Nicole took a picture or two of us.

When she lowered the phone, the boy ran to Nicole and looked at the pictures she had taken. “Thanks!” he said.

The other three returned to their bikes, and the tallest one asked.

“Where are you going?”

“We were planning to have something to eat here,” Nicole said with a smile.

“Here?” the boy chuckled. “They will never let you guys in.”

“I’m sure they will,” Nicole said.

“Never,” he said.

“You’ll see,” she told the boy, and to us, she said, “Let’s go.”

While we walked towards the restaurant, I could feel myself getting anxious again. Firstly, I couldn’t believe I was walking naked in a suburban parking lot, and secondly, I was going to walk into a restaurant like this.

The short flight of stairs was handled efficiently, and Nicole opened the door for us. We walked in, and I noticed a nicely dressed lady standing behind a reception desk. She was the Maître d’, and I have to tell you, I was impressed that she didn’t even blink when she saw me.

When Nicole approached her, the woman said, “Miss Johnson, welcome. Your dining room has been readied. Please, follow me.”

While we followed her, she motioned to a waiter to follow us.

We walked along the outside of the room towards the back. I noticed the place was bigger than I had anticipated. In the middle of the room, they had six tables where four people could sit and six tables for two. At the moment, two couples were seated at two small tables, a group of three and a group of four at the larger tables.

It didn’t take long, or everyone had seen me, and they stared in unbelief at me. All those people were nicely dressed, just like my friends, and here I was, naked and in bondage, walking with them. I could see how some of those people whispered to each other while looking at me. It made me feel very uncomfortable, and I started blushing from shame. Maybe I wanted to do this earlier and still did, but now I knew I wasn’t as comfortable as I thought I would be.

At the back of the room, the woman slid open a door and let us enter. A long table was waiting for us there, prepared for eight people.

I wasn’t sure where to sit, and I let the others decide for me. They had already discussed this because they moved to the table without consulting each other.

We were going to sit in the following order. You had Nicole, Patrick, Claudia, and John on one side. And on the opposite side, an empty chair, Tim, Linda, and me.

However, when I wanted to sit down, the Maître d’ lady said, “A moment Miss.”

I noticed her whispering something to the waiter, and a minute later, he returned carrying a towel. He moved my chair away from the table and laid the towel on it.

“Miss,” he said, suggesting he would help me get seated.

I moved to the table, and he pushed the chair underneath me while I slowly sat down.

“Thank you,” I told him.

“Can I offer you something to drink from the house?” the woman asked Nicole.

“Thank you, that would be nice,” Nicole answered.

The waiter went around the table and took our order. We all decided to drink soda or just plain water.

“I hope you will have a nice stay here,” the Maître d’ told us.

“Excuses me,” Nicole said, motioning for the woman to approach her. I couldn’t hear what Nicole said, but I noticed the woman nodding a few times and, in the end, looking at me while thinking. They came to an agreement about something.

“Bon appetit!” the woman said before she walked out.

The waiter returned with our drinks and went around the table. When he reached Nicole, I noticed he put a glass of orange juice in front of her and a red whine at the empty place opposite her. Is there someone else joining us? I wondered.

“Can I take your orders, or do you need more time?”

“I think we all know already,” Nicole said.

And so he went around the table again to take our order. Some of them ordered spaghetti or something with seafood. When it was my turn, I also ordered spaghetti, but I was starting to wonder how to eat it with my hands behind my back. And I also asked him to bring me a straw for my glass.

When he had taken all orders, he went away again.

“So, guys. What do you think of this place?” Nicole asked no one in particular.

All of them started to talk and then laughed. It was then Claudia who expressed our feelings.

“It’s very nice here. I like that we have this room for ourselves. And thanks for picking an Italian restaurant.”

“Yeah, I have to agree,” Patrick added. “And that they would let us in, with our special girl with us.”

“About that,” I butted in. “Are you going to release my hands? Otherwise, I won’t be able to eat much.”

“I made some arrangements for that,” Nicole answered.

There was a knock on the door, and then it slid open.

“Your guest is here,” the Maître d’ said.

She let in a man, and Nicole stood up to greet him. Well, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately on the lips. When their lips unlocked with a smack, he said, “Nice to see you too.”

Nicole giggled, and with her arm around his back, she said, “Guys, this is my boyfriend, Largo.”

“Hi, guys; nice to meet you.”

“Hello,” some of us said.

He then looked at me and said, “I see you have a special guest.”

“She’s my pet of the week,” Nicole said jokingly. “She’s my neighbor but will stay at my place this week.”

“Nice to meet you,” he said while looking at me. I noticed he had brown eyes, and his eyes didn’t indicate that he had terrible or lustful feelings toward me.

“Nice to meet you, too,” I responded.

“Let’s go sit down,” Nicole said to him. I noticed he was a gentleman because he helped her with her chair before he sat down opposite her. I caught him whispering something in her ear, which made her laugh seductively.

For a moment, they all started to talk with each other, and John asked me. “Are you comfortable? Can I do something for you?”

“I would like to take a sip,” I told him. He grabbed my glass and brought it to my lips. He tilted the glass slowly to make sure I wouldn’t spill anything on me.

When he returned the glass to the table, I said, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he said and smiled at me.

There was another knock on the door, and a girl walked in. She looked very out of place because she was, without a doubt, a Goth. But a delighted and sexy one, it seemed.

She wore a black mini-skirt with a crop top that left her shoulders bare. She was obviously wearing a black bra because we could all see the straps going over her shoulders. She had black eye shadow and outlined her eyes with black eyeliner. Even the lipstick she had on was deep black. And her finger- and toenails were also black. The fact that she was barefoot surprised me as well. Her skin was very white, starkly contrasting with all the black she wore. It was apparent she tried to avoid all sun rays.

She approached me and smiled, “Hi, you must be the one I need to help,” she said. “I’m Alexa.”

“Hi, I’m Anita,” I stared into her remarkable green eyes. While her hair was also pitch black, I could see some white roots. It made me wonder if she was a natural blonde.

The waiter who had taken our order walked in with a chair in his hands; he brought it to where Alexa was standing.

“Thanks,” she said to him. I noticed he looked somewhat disapproving at the girl.

The girl sat down on the chair close to me. She noticed everyone was looking in our direction and said, “Don’t mind us!”

All of them quickly went back to whatever conversation they had been having. Only John kept on looking at us two girls. She noticed him and asked, “Are you the boyfriend?”

“Me?” he said, surprised, “No, no, just a friend.”

“Okay,” she then looked at me and asked, “So, have you done something wrong?”

“Something wrong?” I asked.

“Well, yeah, for sitting here like this. It thought you were maybe being punished for something.”

“I’m not,” I answered. “It’s ... Um ... It’s hard to explain.”

“Well, we have all the time,” she said. “Want to take a sip of your drink?”

I nodded, and she picked it up and brought it to my lips. She was as careful as John, and I took a few sips.

She put my glass back on the table, closer to her this time.

“You don’t seem too embarrassed about this,” the girl commented.

“Maybe I don’t show it, but I feel ashamed.”

“Well, it gives you a nice blush,” she said with a smile. She then surprised me by approaching my ear and asking, “Sorry for asking, but how old are you.”

“Twenty-three,” I answered, and being curious about her, I returned the question.

“I’m nineteen,” she answered.

I was somewhat surprised by her answer because, in how she looked, I thought she had to be younger.

“So, can you tell me why you are doing this?” she asked.

I thought about it momentarily and answered, “I can’t really explain it. It was just something I wanted to do, especially after the things I did yesterday and this afternoon.”

“What did you do?” she wanted to know.

“God, that’s too much to tell you. But in short, I ran around like this in a forest.”

“You did? Wow! You’re kinkier than I am,” she said. I wasn’t sure if she was impressed or just mocking me.

While I got a good vibe from her, I also thought I could see disapproval behind those green eyes. I sure didn’t want to judge her by the clothes she wore. Not that I knew any Goths, but the few times I had seen them, they didn’t seem too kinky. They just have a bleak look at things and act accordingly. At least, she seemed completely unbothered by my nakedness; that’s something I could appreciate.

Then the room door slid open again, and two waiters came in. They had plates in their hands with our food. They serviced Nicole’s side first, and then they went to get our food.

A waiter placed the spaghetti in front of me, and when we all had our food, one of the waiters said, “Bon appetit!”

Nicole acknowledged him, and then we all started to eat.

I suddenly felt very uncomfortable because Alexa had to help me eat like a child. She always ensured there wasn’t too much spaghetti on the fork, so she could feed it to me without getting anything on my body. That was the last thing I wanted to happen, some spaghetti landing on my breasts or on my lap.

After a few bites, she let me drink from my glass and then fed me again.

While she was doing this, I noticed she was staring at my breasts now and then. She sometimes had a frustrated look on her face. It was almost as if she was searching for something she couldn’t find.

Midway through dinner, I suddenly noticed something. Oh! No! I thought. But now that I thought about it, I hadn’t gone since Thursday night.

“Um...” I let out to catch Alexa’s attention. “I need to go to the toilet.”

“Oh, let me help you up,” she said. She stood up and helped me by sliding the chair away from me when I got up.

“I’ll be right back,” I told the others.

Nicole was about to ask something when she noticed the look on my face. She understood what was happening and didn’t want to embarrass me by asking where I was going.

“Come, follow me,” Alexa said.

I followed her out of the room, into the dining area at the front. I noticed that all the tables for four people were occupied, and one extra table for two had a couple sitting at it.

Most of the talking stopped when they noticed me. While we walked around the room, all eyes were focused on me. I could feel that I was starting to blush again.

The restroom was at the front, and to the side of the building, we had to follow a narrow hallway to reach two doors at the back. One had the familiar sign of a man on it and the other of a woman.

Alexa opened the door for me to let me in and then followed me.

It was a very nice restroom, with three sinks to the left and four toilet stalls to the right. Alexa walked me to the stall in the back and opened the door for me.

“Um ... I think I will need your help in a moment. I ... um...”

“It’s a number two?” she asked, smiling.

“Um ... yes.”

“And I will need to wipe your ass, judging by how high your hands are on your back.”

“Yes,” I said, and I could feel my face getting hotter.

She smiled at me and said, “Luckily for me, my older sister recently had a baby, so I have some experience with that.”

Oh! God! I thought. I have regressed to the status of a baby now!

To make it even worse, when I sat on the toilet, I needed to get up again because the rope always slipped between my butt cheeks. Eventually, I had to ask Alexa to help me by grabbing the rope and pulling it to the side so I could sit down without the risk of dirtying it.

“I’m not going to watch you shit!” she said with a smile. “Just call me when you’re done.”

She closed the stall door and let me do my business. This was degrading because every time I pushed out a turd, it made a splashing sound in the toilet. And then, I even let out a fart. It sounded so loud that I wished I could die from shame. And this wasn’t even the worst part because that was still to come.