“I think you’re gonna like this place!” you bounce in the driver’s seat with excitement, “The food is pretty good, the drinks are great, and the entertainment is excellent~ It was interesting the last time I came but I think it’ll be more fun with you.” You smile at me, enthusiasm mixed with mischief that doesn’t quite put me at ease, but definitely serves to enhance the nervous anticipation. I squirm in the passenger’s seat beside you, tugging at the hem of my skirt, “So cute! So you!” you’d called it, I don’t know why it made me blush but I did. “We’re almost there!” I jump a little as you reach forward and tap your phone, feeling the plug shift inside me. You grin and glance at me from the corner of your eye, “Oh my, are you that eager? I’m just turning off the GPS…”

We pull into and park in a nondescript plaza, stepping out into the early afternoon sun, taking a brief moment to stretch and enjoy the warmth of it after the drive. “Okay it’s uhh.. This way! I’m sure! ...pretty sure!” I try not to giggle at your immaculate sense of direction but quiet down quickly when you wave your phone at me teasingly. You throw another salacious glance over your shoulder as you stride off into the complex, “Well c’mon then!” It takes a few wrong turns and doubling back, but when we finally reach our destination, set behind the other shops it makes a bit more sense. “Okay, so, it’s a little tricky to find, but we’re here!” The building in front of us feels out of place even for its odd location, there’s almost no indication that the nearly featureless building and door are anything at all, just a small black and white plaque advertising it as “Exposé: Gastropub & Exhibition Space”.

As we approach the door a bouncer steps out of a blind corner beside it, and at their very polite request, we provide our IDs. I do a little double take as they wave us inside and disappear back into their nook. “That seems a bit much for a dinner? This is a dinner, right?” It’s more a little unnerving, but you wrap an arm around my waist, wink, and guide me inside.

The interior is warmly lit, and a cheerful hostess waits at the counter beside a small sign reading “Check In to be Seated” you approach with all the confidence in the world, passing your ID to her over the counter.

“Returning members?” she asks

“Just me! First time for this darling~”

“Ah! Well give me just a moment to pull you up, and while we wait your friend here can fill in their paperwork.”

“Oh, we did that! Print-at-home, the magic of technology!” you fish in your bag for a moment before coming up with a sheaf of papers, I recognize the letterhead, you had me sign them last week. They seemed like standard release waivers for some sort of performance or play or other production, I didn’t think much of them at the time. You pass them over the counter to her along with my ID, grinning even more like a cat who’s just-about to eat the canary I feel like.

“Wonderful! Give me just a moment to check you in and set up a new account…” It takes a few minutes of typing for her to finish, just long enough for me to wonder what I’ve gotten myself into. My brief moment of panic is quickly quelled as you rest your head on my shoulder and reach down to give my hand a squeeze. I’m still nervous, but with anticipation now instead of foreboding. “Alrighty, you’re all set up. If you’ll follow me we have a table available for you, right this way!”

The layout inside is an odd sort of intimate, almost a sort of lounge, large booths arranged around the edges of the dining area, spaced further apart than usually seen, and separated with tall dividers. There are bits that almost feel like a sports bar, large displays on the walls and above the bar, and a series of smaller screens at each table. The tables themselves also strike me as odd, though i can’t quite place why until we slide into our booth. The tablecloths extend nearly to the floor, the bench sides divided for convenient seating, but still long.

As I glance around the room, there are only a few other patrons scattered around at the various booths, mostly groups of two to four, though a few of the tables seem to bear extra place settings and half-empty glasses. I’m snapped out of my reprieve by the sudden kick and buzz of the plug, nearly forgotten, inside of me, barely managing to stifle a yelp as you gain my full attention.

You’re smiling again, playful this time, your phone resting on the table, a steady sin-wave scrolling across the screen, the toy pressing against my p-spot mimicking it with vibrations. “So what do you think? It’s kinda cozy, right? It’s usually way busier for the dinner-and-after-dinner crowd, but for a first visit afternoon is nice and relaxed.” You grin a bit more, eyes locked on me, “But you don’t seem so relaxed? Is something the matter? Maybe a drink would help?” Before I can answer another hostess is at our table, recounting the specials for the day, and smiling so sweetly as she waits for our orders. I can hardly keep my voice from shaking as I request a drink, I can feel your eyes boring into me, your grin hungry again and not just for the h'orderves soon to arrive.

“Hmm, lets see what’s on…” I squeak as you reach across the table, your hand brushing across your phone, the wave jumping up a bit higher on the screen. You prod at what was at first glance was the order-and-pay terminal, a tablet on a stand, but it now shows the seating chart, with tables color coded. “Lets see… we’re here…” you point to a greyed out table on the screen, “sooo this one here, would be… that cute brunette over there?” I turn to glance over my shoulder as you tap. She’s full figured, her dark hair frames her flushed face, like she might’ve had a drink-too-many, but her glass is still half full, gripped tightly in her hand, though an empty glass sits across the table, another diner with a missing companion. Except, they’re not missing, as I turn back to you and the screen, it’s come to life with video, and the oddities of the place seem to make sense all of a sudden.

The tablet shows an androgyenous blonde, well lit and set against the dark background of the tablecloth… the underside of the tablecloth. It’s impossible to discern their features as their face is currently pressed tight between the soft pillows of the brunette’s thick thighs. “It’s actually a really clever setup!” your voice seems to come from somewhere far away in the background as my cheeks burn with blush. “See there’s the cameras and the lighting ring and…” I’m panting softly now, at the scene and the toy still buzzing inside me, losing focus for a moment only to have it brought back as our drinks are placed in front of us, the hostess asking sweetly if there’s anything else we need. I manage enough composure to shake my head, unable to meet her gaze as she winks and walks away saying she’ll be around if we need anything and to enjoy.

“Soooo, what do you think? Pretty hot, right? Hehe, wow, you’re distracted…” i breath a soft sigh of relief as you turn the toy down, but it lasts only for a minute as i feel your foot slide up my leg and under my skirt, your toes pressing firmly against the underside of my twitching bit, wasting no time in starting to rub a gentle circle with your big toe against the wet spot in my panties. “Hehe, well it seems like you agree, now lets see what else we can do...”

There’s a sudden warmth against my bare legs as you prod at the screen a bit more, a blank moment and then video from several angles pops up, the blonde beneath the table reduced to a picture-in-picture in the corner of the screen. “Let's see… what’s your best look?” Each camera shows a different view, the sight of your leg stretched across, your toes teasing and kneading at the dribbling bulge in the thin cotton. “Mmmm… almost… lift your skirt, darling? I think the framing is just right on this one...” My head is light and tingling as i do as i’m told, lifting my skirt till it bunches around my waist, hidden from view by the oversized tablecloth, and in perfect view from below. “Okay so now we can reciprocate and…” my hands are clenched and i’m biting my lip, eyes too unfocused to see what combination of taps you made. You’re grinning again, managing to catch my focus long enough to nod and wink over my shoulder.

My eyes drift across the screen again, seeing fingers tangled in blonde hair, ankles crossed and heels pressed into the small of an arched back, even less of a face than before, if it’s possible, a scene of almost animalistic motion now as the brunette grinds against her dining partner, her hips rolling and bucking, the pillows of her thighs flexing taunt with muscle, and then a sudden brief moment of stillness, the rattle of a glass being slammed onto a table, and then a glorious rolling ripple of shudders, spasms, and squirms, her breathless moans briefly filling the dining space. I can’t help but look, at the screen, and then over my shoulder again at her, relaxing into her seat, soon joined from beneath the table by the blonde, an almost delicate creature, with pixie-like features and a pixie-like grin, face glistening from nose-to-chin with the results of their recent labor. After a moment to compose and then another extended moment of well applied tongue-and-napkin to tidy up, the brunette whispers to her partner, points to their screen, and then offers a playful wink to us.

“See? That’s fun! And we can return the favor, that’s what makes this place so great~” what’s left of my focus returns to you, unable to stifle myself at the sudden brief draft, your toes having rather nimbly pulled my panties to the side, freeing my hen, the feel of your warm skin directly against it, your toes sliding up and down the length, and then the sudden renewed buzzing in my backside causing me to nearly double over. “Hehe, are you alright, darling? Are you going to make a mess? You should, you know, our new friends made a mess for us…” I can’t think anymore, feeling their eyes on me, realizing the eyes of the whole place may be on me, and most importantly, knowing your eyes are on me sending a shiver down my spine, my hips starting to buck on their own and my back arching. “Mmmm, that’s it, you’re almost there!” the pressure of your foot increases, grinding against me, making me gasp, making me whimper, and then making me moan, the head of it pressed firm against your sole as i erupt, a fountain of pearly cream bursting between your toes.

“Hehe, good job! Don’t you feel better now?” i manage to nod, catching my breath as you tease at your phone, gently easing the vibrations of the plug down and off. “When you catch your breath you should clean up real quick, otherwise I won’t be able to put my shoe back on~” It takes me a moment to recover from my daze, my knees being jelly makes it easy to slide under the table. As i slip from view, the screen pings and you grin again, “Ooh, and invite request!”

Were I in a less floaty state of mind, I might have admired the handiwork and considerations. More of the warm soft lighting provided by a strip that rings the underside of the table. The clever array of cameras mounted at a variety of angles. A secondary screen built in to mirror the feed above. An integrated pad running along the center of the floor, cushioning my knees as my eyes adjust. I can feel my face flushing again, the sticky-slick mess i’ve made of your still lifted foot, your toes wiggling in welcome. I lean forward, tongue extended, cheeks burning, the salty-sweet taste of skin and cum filling my mouth and senses. Your toes still wiggle, i try not to tickle, lavishing each of the adorable little digits with kisses, lapping across them, around them, cleaning every sticky drop of myself from them, so focused on my work and your giggles and twitches and little kicks that i almost don’t hear the muffled exchange above.

“That was quite the show you two put on, would you care to sit with us?” your voice, always so playful...

“How could we say no, dear? It was so adorable watching you two as well…” soft and smooth and dark, like her hair...

There’s a shuffle and a shift, i glance behind me at a pair of thighs i became so familiar with a few moments before, and a slim pair beside them that were in my position just as recently. “Well sharing is caring, and who doesn’t love an excuse to show off a bit? Besides, I noticed you had a bit of a… situation on the way over here, I’m sure we could figure out some way to assist, if you’d like?”

“Oh that would be lovely! Would you like that, dear?” dark and sweet...

“I think I would very much, if she doesn’t mind of course?” their voice is almost as bright and golden as their hair, almost like yours, full of play and mischief, befitting of a pixie afterall.

“Well let’s ask… Darling, do you think when you’ve finished tidying up, you could help our new friend here? They seemed to be having a bit of an issue with their hem-line on the way over~”

I turn to see and find the issue with the hemline readily apparent. Long slender legs extend beneath a short red dress, the hem of which is bunched over a third object of long and slender proportions, rosey pink head already glistening with precum, my cheeks quickly going hot and rosey to match. “Aww, I know that blush! I think that’s a definite yes.” in the moment i’d almost forgotten about the cameras.

The taste of the pixie in my mouth is light, and sweet, and salty. Like caramel ice cream on a warm afternoon. My head is spinning against, hearing the soft gasps and moans mingled with casual conversation above. The twitch and thobb against my tongue mirrored by the sudden renewed buzzing inside me as you demonstrate the features on your phone. I know it’s only been a moment, but all sense of time is lost to me as i bob up and down in a happy semi-delirious haze of lingering pleasure and arousal, head full of pixie scent and the sound of your voice above me. I realize it’s happening a moment after you do, their face probably gave it away, i feel your foot on the back of my head, pressing me down, holding me there, leaving me without even a hope for breath as the sudden rush of heat fills my throat, pulse after pulse of it, swallowing desperately to keep up. It’s all so overwhelming i don’t even realize at first that i’m cumming again.

I sit beside you in a well-used and happy daze, head resting on your shoulder. We exchange info with the other pair, “For another lunch date, or maybe a ~brunch special~!” you’d exclaimed. It’s early evening as we make our way back to the car, passing several other patrons making their way to the back of the plaza, exchanging knowing looks and conspiratorial winks.

“So, what’dya think? Did you have fun? Should we go again? We hardly even scratched the surface!” I smile a little and nod, it was fun, and after all, i’m a returning member now, i giggle-snort at the thought. “Good, I’m glad you had a good time, I know I did. And hey, are you free next week? There’s this new gym I’ve been going to that I think you’ll really love…”