Tasting Pleasure

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Spiro pulled up in front of a small, elegant restaurant. A valet opened her door and offered his hand to help her out of the car. Glancing first at Spiro, who nodded approval, Alicia placed her hand in the young man’s. When she did so, her cape gaped open, and he received a full view of her naked body. Embarrassed, Alicia quickly clasped the cape together and blushed.
    “Leave it,” Spiro directed.
    Alicia hesitated for a moment but released the edges of the garment. She waited on the kerb for Spiro to come beside her and hand the keys to the valet. When she looked up at him, his eyes were hard.
    “Henry, would you like to see more of this companion?” he asked the young man.
    “Why yes, Spiro, I would,” he answered with a sly grin creeping over his face.
    Spiro opened her cloak, allowing Henry a full, unobstructed view of her nudity. Alicia could feel the heat of the blush on her cheeks spread down her neck. She also felt her labia tingle with excitement.
    “Thank you, sir. I’ll see to your car.”
    Closing her cloak, Spiro grasped Alicia’s elbow and escorted her into the darkened building. The room was, in fact, so dark that she could barely see. Spiro did not seem to have that problem as he confidently strode to a booth in the back.
    “Remove your cloak,” he directed, “and hang it on the hook next to the booth.”
    Alicia gasped. Did he really intend for her to be naked in a public building?
    “I’m waiting.”
    Biting her lips, Alicia did as she had been bid. She desperately wanted to look about the room to see if anyone was staring at her but dared not.
    “Be seated, my dear,” he directed.
    Alicia gratefully slid into the booth. Spiro also slid onto the bench across from her and then reached up to pull a golden cord. Alicia’s eyes widened as a heavy velvet curtain closed, effectively ensuring their privacy. Once it glided over the opening, Spiro flipped a switch on the wall, activating a small light above the table.
    “You must learn to trust your Master, even a temporary Master,” he instructed. “This is a very special restaurant primarily frequented by like-minded people. The curtain ensures privacy, but the light signals the wait staff.”
    Alicia sighed with relief. Spiro was right. She did need to trust Mr. Devonshire and his friends more. Looking back on the last few hours, she understood that nothing had happened to her that she hadn’t enjoyed. She felt the tension in her shoulders evaporate.
    “Right. I imagine you’re quite famished by now. I will order for you. You, my beauty, will not speak unless spoken to and you will, naturally, obey any command given to you. Understood?” he asked, raising one eyebrow.
    “Understood,” she replied.
    Within a few minutes, a waitress opened the curtain and presented them with glasses of white wine. Alicia’s mouth dropped open as she gazed at the beautiful woman. She was dressed in a traditional French maid’s outfit—complete with fishnet hose, hairpiece and apron. Alicia also saw Spiro’s hand dive beneath the girl’s skirt to caress her bottom.
    “What can I get for you, Spiro?” the waitress asked.
    “We will have the special, Georgina. Silk?”
    “Yes, sir,” she responded. “Rental?” she asked, nodding towards Alicia.
    Alicia started to open her mouth to protest but remembered Spiro’s directives.
    “Now don’t be catty. She belongs to Maverick, and I was lucky enough to win her last night at the auction,” he explained.
    “Lucky girl. Nice tits too,” she responded before closing the curtain.
    Alicia silently steamed.
    “Georgina was once my companion but decided to branch out on her own,” Spiro explained. “She is known for spurts of jealousy and a biting tongue. This position suits her much better. Since the staff here is independent, she basically works for herself. But because of the clientele, if she gets out of hand she can also enjoy a good spanking or public humiliation.” He daintily sipped his wine

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