Chapter 40: A Little After-Party Play

They were seated in a fairly private booth a few minutes later. Their formal dresses helped them fit right in, and the only raised eyebrows they caused were directed at their beauty, and the way that they held hands and whispered to each other while they were waiting. All of the men, and most of the women, followed their progress through the restaurant to their seats.

A gorgeous young girl appeared a minute later and introduced herself as their waitress. Her dress was almost a copy of Nina’s, although it was slightly more modest, and much shorter. Its back uncovered her only to below her shoulder blades, and she showed much less cleavage, although the dress ended at mid-thigh.

She smiled warmly at the two women, and said, “Hi, I’m Wendy, and I’ll be your server this evening. If there is anything you need, please don’t hesitate to ask, even if it’s not on the menu.”

Gretchen smiled mischievously at the young girl. “That sounds like an interesting invitation, Wendy. How far off the menu are we permitted to go?”

Wendy’s smile faltered slightly, and a puzzled look crossed her features. “I’m not sure I understand.”

Gretchen leaned forward slightly, fixing her gaze on the young girl. Nina said nothing, but was watching the encounter closely. “Tell me, Wendy, are you adventurous enough to play a game with us?”

“What kind of game?”

“A game that will see you having a wonderful orgasm or two, if you’d like to play along. Would you like to hear more?”

“O-o-okay, but I’m still not sure what this is all about.”

“Well, for starters, come closer, and spread your legs a little.” When the girl complied, Gretchen reached out and ran her hand up the inside of one of Wendy’s thighs. She felt the nylon of the stocking, then found bare flesh above it, and squeezed it lightly. Wendy’s eyes flew wide as she felt Gretchen’s hand on her leg, but she hadn’t moved. “Ah, stockings. I’m so glad you’re not wearing pantyhose.”

“P-p-pantyhose get way too hot when you’re working, and I don’t like them anyway.” She gave a sudden start as Gretchen’s fingers suddenly rubbed over the crotch of her panties, and she looked around wildly in fear. “What are you doing?”

“I’m just checking a few things out. Not to worry, no one can see us at this angle.” Gretchen squeezed her vulva lightly through her panties, then moved her hand to cup Wendy’s rear. Feeling bare flesh, she realized that Wendy was wearing a thong. Returning to her pussy, Gretchen hooked the little piece of fabric, and pulled it to one side, baring the girl’s labia. She rubbed the damp lips with her fingers, then gradually began to exert pressure, inserting two fingers into Wendy’s pussy very slowly. As her fingers went in, she brought her thumb into play, finding Wendy’s clit and rubbing it lightly.

Wendy was moaning lightly, and staring wide-eyed at Gretchen, not believing what was happening, and having trouble accepting that she was now impaled on this beautiful woman’s fingers. Not only that, but her pussy was getting very wet, and she was very turned on by the way the woman had simply taken over her sex like this. Watching the girl’s reaction, Nina smiled to herself, since she knew exactly what the girl was experiencing, having been on the receiving end of Gretchen’s will, and her fingers, any number of times.

“Now Wendy, do I have your complete attention?”

“Y-Y-Y-es-s-s.”

“Does it feel good? Would you like more?”

“Y-y-es.”

“Would you like to have a tongue in your pussy, licking your clit until you come screaming, probably two or three times in a row?”

“Oh ... yes.”

“Okay. Listen closely, and all of those wonderful things can happen. First, the little slut sitting across from me has a very talented tongue, and she will lick you until you come if you play along with us.” Gretchen’s thumb never stopped circling the girl’s clit, focusing her mind on what was happening, and raising her arousal to a fever pitch. Wendy looked over at Nina, who smiled back at her, and licked her lips very slowly, then winked.

“Now, Wendy, I want you to do a couple of things for us. First, go to the washroom, and take your thong off. If you’re wearing a bra, take it off as well. Then get us a bottle of white wine, and a couple of glasses. When you bring the wine, I want your underwear to be on the tray so that I can see them before you get to the table. Leave your undies on the table when you pour the wine. When you finish pouring the wine, stand up straight by the edge of the table, with your legs shoulder-width apart, and wait for me to tell you what to do next. Do you understand all that?” Gretchen gave her clit a final firm rub to punctuate the remarks, then slowly removed her fingers. “Okay, off you go.”

As Wendy turned to leave, Gretchen smiled at Nina, then held her fingers out to her. Nina got the message, and leaned over the table to suck the fingers into her mouth, licking them clean. As she pulled them back, Gretchen smirked and asked, “So, how does she taste?”

“Sweet, almost virginal, and scared. I think you’ve kind of overwhelmed her.”

“Don’t worry. I am not going to do anything that she won’t enjoy. I am not going to make her get under the table and eat me, although I do want her to be on her toes for a while. After we eat, I might let the two of you play a bit, so that she gets her reward for entertaining us.”

“So, I’m going to be the reward, am I?”

“Well, that’s what slaves are for. You wouldn’t expect your mistress to have to sully her hands, would you?”

“Forgive me, Mistress. I am forgetting my place.”

“Just for that, I’m going to let her play you for a minute or two, as long as she follows her instructions.”

Two minutes later, Wendy appeared carrying a tray, and blushing furiously. She set the tray down on the table, and her bra and thong were quite visible on it, surrounded by the bottle of wine and the two glasses. She skillfully opened the wine, and poured two glasses, while Gretchen picked up her panties and sniffed at the crotch. Wendy’s blush deepened as she watched Gretchen with her panties. When she had finished pouring the wine, she moved to the end of the table, and spread her legs slightly, dropping her arms to her sides. She looked at Gretchen, waiting for the next step.

“Very good, you followed all of my instructions to the letter. Now, lift the front of your dress, and let us see your pussy.” Wendy’s eyebrows shot up, and a panicked look came across her face. She looked around the restaurant, and then stared at Gretchen. For her part, Gretchen simply looked into the young girl’s eyes, her expression never changing, waiting for her to comply. When Wendy determined that she had no other choice, her hands crept to the hem of her dress, and she gripped it tightly, then slowly started to lift it. The tops of her stockings came into view, then the bare flesh of her thighs, and finally her pussy. There was a tuft of blonde hair visible at the top of her mound, but the remainder was shaved bare, including the lips of her pussy.

Her labia were engorged, and obviously wet; both women could see that, as scared as Wendy might be, she was also highly aroused. After a moment, she began to lower her dress; she stopped when Gretchen held up a hand and shook her head. Gretchen looked at Nina. “Alright slut, check out her little pussy and see how responsive her clit is, but do not let her come yet.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Nina leaned forward and brought her hand to Wendy’s pussy, sliding two fingers between her labia, then upward to her clit. She trapped the button between her fingers, rubbing the sides of its shaft. Wendy hunched her hips toward Nina’s hand, moaning softly as Nina increased the pressure slightly. Nina kept a close eye on Wendy’s arousal, and decided that she was indeed very turned on, and rapidly approaching an orgasm. She gave the clit one final squeeze, then pulled her hand away, and licked her fingers.

“Okay Wendy, you can lower your dress. You have a nice pussy, and my slave seems to like it.”

Wendy’s dress dropped back down quickly as she again looked around to see whether anyone had been watching her. She locked eyes with Gretchen. “Sh-she called you ‘Mistress‘, and you called her a ‘slave‘. Is she really your slave? What does that mean?”

“Yes, Wendy, she is my slave. What that means is that she will do anything I tell her to do, especially if it involves sex. Would you like a demonstration?”

“What do you mean?”

“Slut, show her your pussy.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Nina stood up partway, then gathered her dress and pulled it to her waist, arranging it behind her so that she would be sitting directly on the banquette. After she sat back down, she pulled the front of the dress up to her waist, and spread her legs wide open, giving Wendy a clear view of her pussy. The end of the vibrator was visible between her wet labia.

Wendy stared at the sight, scarcely believing what had just happened. She hardly knew where to look, but was intrigued by the black thing sticking out of Nina. “Wh-what’s sticking out of her?”

“Ah, yes. My slut has a vibrator stuffed into her pussy. She gave a show earlier tonight for a room full of people using her hands and that vibrator. She was really good, and got a standing ovation when she came while shoving that vibrator in and out of her pussy. She’s quite pretty when she comes.”

“She played with herself? In front of a room full of people? Dressed like that?”

“Oh, she wasn’t wearing the dress, although she did have her stockings and her gloves on. I really like the way she looks in stockings. Don’t you think they frame her pussy very nicely? It’s just like the way your stockings frame your pussy.”

“She was naked? With all those people? Why?”

“Because she’s my slave, and I wanted her to do it. It’s what slaves do.” Gretchen placed the remote control on the table in front of Wendy. “Would you like to play with her?”

“What do you mean?”

“That remote controls the vibrator in her pussy, so you can make it vibrate harder or softer. If you turn it up enough, she’ll come really hard, but I don’t want her to come yet. You can tease her for a few minutes if you’d like.”

Wendy picked up the remote somewhat tentatively, and examined it. There were buttons arranged in a row, and she guessed that they were for various levels of vibration. She pushed the middle button and watched Nina carefully. Her eyes closed, and her head tipped back as she felt the vibrations deep in her channel. After a moment, she pushed the next button; Nina’s hips lifted from the seat, churning as she instinctively tried to fuck the vibrator. She started grunting rhythmically, and Gretchen could see that she was very close to an orgasm.

“You’d better back that off, Wendy, or you’ll make her come. If you do that, I may need to take you out into the parking lot and spank you.” Wendy quickly pressed the lowest button, hearing Nina moan in disappointment as the orgasm was denied her. She sat back down, but made no move to cover up, keeping her dress up and her legs widely spread.

Wendy looked from Nina’s pussy to Gretchen’s face. “You’d spank me? For making her come?”

“Oh yes, my little slut. I spank my slaves regularly, sometimes for punishment, and sometimes just for fun. Would you like me to spank you for fun? A fun spanking usually includes an orgasm at the end of it.”

“No, thank you.”

“Well, maybe later. For now, how about if we get something to eat? And by the way, you don’t get your underwear back. That stays with me for the rest of the night. As well, every time you bring something to the table, or come to check on us, I want you to stand where you are and spread your legs, then lift your dress to show us your pussy. Understand?”

“Yes, Mis ... Should I be calling you Mistress?”

“No, you shouldn’t because you’re not wearing my collar. This is very serious. You may call me ‘Miss’, but never ‘Mistress’ unless you are my slave. Do you want to be my slave?”

“I ... I ... I don’t know.”

“I don’t think you want to be a slave. You seem to be quite submissive, but being a slave is a whole lot different. For now, just concentrate on being our waitress, with a side of naked fun thrown in. How’s that?”

“Yes, Miss. What would the two of you like to eat?” They placed their orders, and Wendy disappeared for a few moments. Gretchen and Nina talked about the young girl while they waited for their food.

“I have a job for you, slut. Every time that little Wendy comes to our table, when she assumes her position, I want your fingers on her clit. I want you to put her right on the edge, but don’t let her come. I want her to be more turned on than she has ever known in her life.”

“You want her thinking with her clit, so she’ll go along with your evil scheme just to be allowed to come, Mistress?”

“You know me so well my sweet slave.” Gretchen turned the remote control to high, and Nina gripped the edge of the table tightly as the vibrations coursed through her, taking her to the edge of an orgasm before Gretchen turned the vibrator off. “And I know you just as well.” Gretchen’s smile seemed quite mischievous to Nina.

Wendy arrived with their food a few minutes later. After putting the plates down, she moved to the end of the table and once again lifted her skirt. Following her instructions, Nina had a hand in her pussy even before the dress was all the way up, fingers unerringly finding Wendy’s clit, and rubbing it firmly. Gretchen kept a close eye on Wendy, not concerned that Nina might go too far, but wanting to learn the girl’s reactions as the stimulation pushed her towards the edge. Wendy’s head was tipped back, her eyes closed, and she was lost in the sensation of Nina’s fingers on her clit, rubbing it hard, bringing her closer to the orgasm she was craving. Her breathing was ragged, and her hips had started churning, trying to fuck Nina’s hand, trying to increase the pressure on her clit. Gretchen could see in her face that she was about to come, and was ready to say something when Nina removed her hand. Wendy’s hips kept moving for a moment more, then she finally realized that there was no one touching her.

She lowered her head and opened her eyes, looking to Gretchen, a low moan escaping her lips. Gretchen beckoned her to move closer, then slid a hand along the back of Wendy’s thigh, and under her dress to cup one cheek of her rear. She squeezed the buttock firmly. “You thought you were going to get to come, didn’t you, little slut?”

“Yes, Miss. Please ... I need to come.”

Gretchen brought her other hand to Wendy’s pussy, and tapped lightly on her clit, then slid two fingers into her, holding her tightly by the ass to keep her in position. “You’re very horny right now. I know that. But that’s part of the game we’re playing. This part of the game is to keep you really horny. I want your little pussy to be burning with need but you’re not allowed to touch it. You’re not allowed to make yourself come; only my slave is allowed to make you come. Your job is to keep your little clit really hot for us. Can you do that?”

“Please ... I really want to come.”

“I know you do, but wouldn’t a nice tongue feel much better than my fingers? If you play the game a little while longer, then my slave is going to eat your little pussy, and she has a very good tongue. She can make you scream. Have you ever had a woman’s tongue in your pussy? Have you ever licked someone else’s pussy?” Gretchen punctuated each of her statements with little movements of her fingers in Wendy’s channel, forcing a moan from the young girl each time.

“No, I’ve never done any of those things. Please, please make me come.”

“Soon, my dear, soon. You just keep this little pussy hot and wet for us, and we’ll take care of you really soon.” Gretchen slowly pulled her fingers from Wendy, then rubbed them over her clit one more time. “Now, let us enjoy our meals, and make sure you come back to check on us from time to time, so that my slave can make sure you’re keeping this little pussy ready.” Wendy lowered her dress as she watched Gretchen licking her fingers. She turned away dejectedly, and went into the main part of the restaurant.

Nina looked across the table at Gretchen and said, “I think that girl’s about ready to drag one of the waiters into a back room and fuck them silly.”

“Oh, I’m sure she is. She’s quite hot and very tasty. I’m looking forward to seeing her riding your tongue.”

“Not going to get anything for yourself?”

“No, my fun will be in watching the two of you. You can take care of me later.”

“Yes, Mistress. It will be my pleasure.”

Gretchen chuckled. “No, actually it will be my pleasure. For you it will be work.”

Wendy arrived at the table just as Gretchen finished speaking. As she positioned herself at the edge of the table and lifted the front of her dress, she asked, “Is everything all right with your meals, ladies?” Her voice rose on the last couple of words as Nina’s fingers rubbed over her clit and slid partway into her pussy.

Gretchen said, “Yes, the food is excellent, and the service so far has been wonderful. Thank you.” Wendy turned and left as soon as Nina had removed her hand. The look on her face had been one of desperate longing for the orgasm that the two women kept denying her.

As they ate, Nina looked over at Gretchen and said, “I don’t think she’s going to last much longer. I assume you noticed the look on her face.”

“Oh, yes. I saw that. I’d say that one more round and the busboys better be running for the hills.” She chuckled at her own joke, then said, “Finish eating so we can end the game.”

Just as they had both finished, Wendy reappeared at the table. As she moved back into position, and Nina’s hand once again claimed her pussy, they both complimented her on the quality of the food, and the service.

Gretchen smiled at the young girl as she asked, “Is our little game getting to be too much?” She waited as Wendy closed her eyes and moaned in response to what Nina was doing. When Wendy looked at her once more, she said, “Why don’t you take a break for a minute? Slide in next to my slut, there.”

“I-I’m not supposed to sit with customers.”

“It’s all right. I’ll clear it with your boss if there’s any problem, but I doubt anyone will notice; we’re pretty secluded here.”

After looking around to make sure that no one seemed to be watching her, Wendy moved around the end of the table. Nina took her hand off the girl’s pussy and slid over to make room for her. As she started to sit down, Nina said, “Lift your skirt so you’re not sitting on it. And keep your legs spread nice and wide.” She helped Wendy to comply with her instructions by lifting the back of her skirt and pulling one of her legs over so that it draped over Nina’s own.

Nina immediately moved a hand over Wendy’s pussy, then said, “Slide forward a little. Put your rear near the edge. That will open you up a little more.”

Wendy was trembling a little, either from fear or arousal. “What are you going to do?”

Nina smiled at her in kind of a predatory way. “Well, first I’m going to do this...” She lifted a hand to tuck a lock of Wendy’s hair behind her ear and then used the hand to cup the side of her face and pull her in for a long, slow kiss. As Nina’s tongue entered Wendy’s mouth, she slid two fingers all the way into Wendy’s channel. As her thumb came to rest on Wendy’s clit, she crooked the two fingers until they rubbed over the little rough patch on the front of Wendy’s vagina.

Simultaneously, Wendy’s ass lifted off the seat and a loud moan came from her mouth, muffled by Nina’s lips. Nina rubbed her fingertips from side to side over Wendy’s G-spot, drawing another muffled moan. She paused for a moment and looked over at Gretchen. “She’s very close, Mistress. Should I finish her, or maybe at least give her a small one for now?”

Gretchen grinned while she watched the sexual tableau that was playing out before her. “Why don’t you get under the table and give her what she really wants. I’m sure you could even get to do her again before the night’s out.”

Before Nina moved into position she said, “I think she’s going to be really loud. We should probably gag her with something first.”

Chuckling, Gretchen said, “Ah, yes. Amateurs. No control.” She took one of the extra cloth napkins off the table and rolled it up tightly, then handed it to Nina. “Here. Use this.”

Nina took the napkin and turned to Wendy, giving her another kiss to get her attention. “Listen to me, dear heart. I’m about to give you what you want. I’m going to lick your pussy until you come. You may even come a lot but I’m afraid you’re going to be very noisy so I need you to bite down hard on this when I go to work.” She kissed Wendy again and placed the roll of cloth between her teeth. “Are you ready for the experience of your life?”

Wendy nodded, then gave a little start when Nina placed her hands over both of the girl’s breasts and squeezed them. “Nice tits. I’d love to see these and play with them some more.” She moved between Wendy’s legs and slid into the space under the table. Once she was on her knees, she slid her hands up the outside of Wendy’s thighs until she could cup the cheeks of her ass. She used the grip to pull the girl forward until her very wet pussy was right in front of Nina’s face. As she had expected, that pussy was in full flower and Nina could smell the girl’s arousal.