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The Restaurant Part Six Publishing date - - about 270 years in your future. (In the past few chapters) We have learned that The Restaurant always delivers satisfaction, happiness, and fulfillment. But, those goals are just the first rung of a very tall ladder. The Restaurant always strives to go another rung higher, no matter how many rungs you have already reached. (In the past few weeks) Jack's whole body (except his brain and most of the nerve cells in his body) had been dissolved, and then rebuilt, cell by cell, into what he is now. Mostly, the nerves in his brain had remained the same - some old ones gone, some new ones grown, but overall it was mostly the same - the changes were just to support his new biology. But, it seemed that perhaps more changes were happening now, and who knows what changes are to come? (In the past few days) Jack (now Monique) was really, really enjoying serving meals at The Restaurant. Each day seemed better than the one before. It is his fourth day as a server at The Restaurant. (Present) "Don't get too excited with yourself, Monique," Coppery Monique said to me, and she distracted me by rubbing her hands gently and lovingly along my my back and sides. "You have lots more excitement to come today - remember, we serve a seafood menu tonight. So don't think about yourself so much - think about the menu, and how you can serve at The Restaurant, and how you can help the Customers have their wishes come true. If you do that, then every desire you have ever had will be fulfilled. Fulfilled and more, I promise you this." "Monique," I said, "I don't know about the menu, but I can tell you this for true - I am really, really, really excited about serving dinner tonight. I want to make it the best one that there ever could be!" Monique said to me, "Then this will happen, I tell you for true - at The Restaurant - tonight. The Restaurant wants exactly the same thing." "No, even more than that," I said, "I want the meal I serve tonight to be like the most smashing evening of our Customer's whole, entire life!" Monique said to me, "And I think The Restaurant wishes the same thing." And it was true - I did want exactly such a thing to happen. I felt it with my body, I felt it with my pussy, I felt it with my bosoms, my nipples, and even my aureoles. I felt like all these parts of me had been just been practicing - practicing and getting better, but practicing for what I didn't really know. I was ready, I knew I was ready for my biggest dining experience ever - no, my biggest serving experience ever. My pussy felt ready. My clitoris felt ready. My bosoms were ready - yes indeed, they were ready - they were so sensitive it was like they were anticipating being milked tonight. My aureoles were swollen like water-balloons that were just about to burst. My nipples were so big even I couldn't believe it - and milk was already starting to leaking out of them. This was going to be the best meal ever served at The Restaurant, I knew it was. Within my deepest thoughts and feelings, I wanted my customer for tonight, all of my customers for tonight, to have the best from me that I could give - dozens of times as good as that if such a thing could be. Deep inside me, I want this to be true: Anything - ANYTHING AT ALL - that a Customer got from me would be: ** THE BEST **** THE VERY BEST I said to Coppery Monique, "I want to serve meals, Monique - but I wish that when I serve meals that it would be so good it was better than from any of the other Moniques!" I said this even though I knew now that all the other Moniques were really me - they were future versions of me, even though they were here at The Restaurant with me now. But that is exactly what I felt, and I was proud of saying it. "Steaks, mushrooms, mashed potatoes and gravy, ice cream, pancakes and maple syrup, cherries jubilee - anything a customer wants to eat, I want that to be stuffed up inside my pussy - - anything that a customer wants, I want to serve it to them from inside my vagina, and I want that customer to have the best time of their life dining on it, dining on me. I want that customer to think - to KNOW - that a meal from inside of me is better than a meal from any of the other Moniques - I want every customer's meal to be the best of them all!" "Monique," Coppery Monique said to me, rubbing my face gently, "It sounds like getting too excited again. Let's just calm down and get ready for dinner." And she was right, I knew this. "Warm, delicious apple pie," I said out loud to Coppery Monique. "Just imagine that - With big flaky pieces of crust, and juices dripping down from it. Wouldn't you like to take a big spoonful of that - right out from a nice warm fresh apple pie - a big, heaping spoonful that you scooped out with a big silver serving spoon, then spread my pussy wide with one hand while you push it up inside my pussy with the other? And then take an ice cream scoop and scoop the biggest, creamiest, chilliest scoop of vanilla ice cream you could get? Then push that scoop of ice cream into my pussy too, so that it was sitting on top of all that warm delicious apple pie? Then, you pull the scoop out from inside my pussy and there's almost nothing left on that scoop, just a few drops of melted ice cream. And then you start kissing my pussy, and you might even reach up and fondle my breasts, and while you do this you excite me so much there is no way I can control my body any more - no way at all, and I orgasm, and when I do warm apple pie and cool vanilla ice cream squishes out of me right into your mouth. It tastes so good you lick me more, and you eat more, and as you stimulate me more and more your dessert just gets better and better and better, until I am emptied and spent, exhausted by orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. Oh, Monique, I want this so much, don't you want it too?" "Oh, Monique - of course I do! I am a server at The Restaurant, same as you. But apple pie is just not on the menu for tonight. It might be on another day, but not for tonight. So, let's not get too excited before tonight's meal. Later tonight, at the seafood meal you can get as excited as you want - but save it for dinner, please!" - and she smiled at me ever so gently, ever so sweetly - then bent down and gave me a kiss, a kiss with her coppery hair gently falling around my face in wave after wave, and her breasts brushed against mine, and it was quite so lovely. Coppery Monique thought "I remember this moment, when I was that first Monique. I haven't remembered this for ages - it was so, so long ago. This was such a special moment - a special moment on a special day." She knew she didn't have to do anything more than kiss this first Monique and give her a hug, and that was exactly what she did. - - = = - - = = - - So the First Monique and Copper-haired Monique did all their preparations for the dinner tonight. They cleaned themselves, put on makeup, did their hair, and even put on a bit of jewelry - earrings and a ring or two. Coppery Monique took Monique's hand and told her "Seafood night is special - very special. One thing that is different is that we don't use stirrups - unless you decide you want those. They will be there if you want them, but it's up to you tonight. Same thing with your hands - on Seafood night you can do anything you want with your hands, and even with any other part of your body. One thing that always works great for me is rubbing the customers back - they always seem to like that. Be careful not to kick them, or anything like that - that's one of the reasons we strap you in - your orgasms can get so powerful you lose all control. So try your best not to lose control, and only do things with your arms and legs that a customer might enjoy. Otherwise, Seafood night is like a free night!" For clothes, Coppery Monique got them both a couple of small boxes out of a storage cabinet. "These are special, Monique - quite special indeed. I will open mine, and you may open yours. But here's a word of warning -try not look at right at them. And especially do not stare that them. It's best if you only glance at them briefly, if you want to see what they look like - but please don't do any more than that. OK?" And she held out my box, but wouldn't hand it to me until I gave her my promise to only glance at them, and then only briefly. We both opened our boxes together. Inside each box were two very thin packets of paper, folded very neatly, plus another small container. I unfolded mine as Monique unfolded hers. Inside each was some fabric, very,very thin, very light, with the color of sea foam - but with a shimmer and shine like nothing I had ever seen before. The shimmer drew your gaze and it was so fascinating, so different from anything you had ever seen before you could hardly draw your gaze away from it. "Monique!" Coppery Monique spoke to me, "Remember what I said - do not stare at the fabric." And then she gave my shoulder a friendly jostle and I looked away. "These will be fun to wear, but remember not to look at them - until you put on the special contact lenses - lets do that now" she said, pointing to the small container inside the box. "Without the contact lenses, don't look at yours, and don't look at mine. Without the contacts, you may glance at them briefly, but no staring, okay?" "Got it, Monique." And both ladies put on their contact lenses. Monique looked at the fabric again, and she could still see the shimmering shiny strangeness of it - but she was able to easily look away now. "Now, Monique, time to get dressed." And the two beautiful Moniques did that. They unwrapped the wispy pieces of cloth from their paper wrappers, and were able to put them on. Monique could tell how special the fabric was, she had never felt anything like this, ever in her (his) entire life. Coppery Monique said, "The material is made from a very special fractal pattern. The pattern stimulates your eyes in a very special way, a way that gets inside your brain somehow. I don't know how, really, I just know what they do. The upper half of the package in your box is a bikini or bra top - only it is so very, very thin it is almost like it is not there at all. But it is there - and believe me, it will be noticed - everyone in The Restaurant who sees you will notice it. The second package is a bikini bottom or brief, just as thin, just as almost-not- there, and it will be the star for the show tonight. It is quite a bit smaller than the bra, wispy and flexible, and will stay in place - but can easily be moved aside when the time comes. Even though it is smaller than the top, it has a stronger effect. Let's use the word 'intense' - it's much more intense that your bikini top." "The bikini top is quite large, and a bit stretchy, as it needs to be, because our bosoms are so large. It will be fine to show your bikini top as we enter The Restaurant and prepare for serving. The bikini bottom, on the other hand - well, it's best to maybe keep it covered with one of your hands. Yes, you can let little glances of it peek through your fingers - as if by accident" she said, winking at me, "but unless you want to get swarmed by a crowd, be sure to keep it mostly covered - as if you are shyly protecting your modesty. You can't cover the whole thing with your hands, of course - but it's best to cover the part over your pussy with one or both hands as we walk to our stations. Don't worry about the backside, only worry about covering your front, your pussy." "But what do the bikini parts do?" I asked Monique. I could tell from when I first glanced at them looked quite different from anything I had ever seen, and held your gaze unless you forced yourself to look away from them. "What is it that is so special about them?" I asked Coppery Monique. "That's the fun part, Monique. Like I said, they are made with very special fractal patterns - patterns that have an effect on your eyes, and that effect transfers from your eyes into your mind, into your brain. Have you ever seen a picture in a menu of some really delicious drink in a beautiful glass - one that is so good looking you wish you had one to drink? Or maybe the picture of one of the restaurant's meals - and it looks so good that you want to order it right then and there for dinner? Well, this fabric is similar to that - similar but still not the same. The fractal patterns your eyes see produce the same kinds of feelings as those in your mind - but stronger, and the longer you look at them the stronger it gets. The bikini top makes a person thirsty. The longer they look at it, the more thirsty they become, and there's only one place that they can think of to quench their thirst - at your breasts. The person who sees you in this bikini top will have thirst - and thirst is the only thing they will be able to think about - a thirst which can only be satisfied by nursing at your bosom, to get milk from your nipples. Once this takes effect, they won't be able to think of anything else. I know from experience that they certainly can't control their thirst, or their thoughts, once they look upon your bikini top for more than just a moment. The thirst will be for milk from your bosoms, and anyone looking at that bikini top will keep trying to find a way to get your bosom into their mouth and to quench their thirst with your milk." "That's the main thing - they will not be able to control themselves, and the only thing they will want is milk from your bosoms to quench their thirst. They won't go wild, or anything, and they won't hurt you - it's just that they want to nurse you, and they will nurse you. You will find that you anyone who watches you in that bikini top, who sees you in it for more than a moment or two, will in fact be nursing from your bosom as soon as they possibly can. You won't be able to stop them because they will just keep trying and trying until they succeed. None of them would them ever do anything to hurt you, of course - but they will not give up, they will not stop until they have one of your bosoms in their mouth and are nursing milk from you. Anything you might say to convince them that they were not that thirsty for your milk, or any other plan you might ever come up with - well, it will fail. Perhaps you might tell them they just need a drink of water, or perhaps you might say that the milk from this other beautiful Monique in The Restaurant would taste so much better - well, that will fail. You will be the only one who can fulfill their thirst - so be warned - and remember, it's only we Moniques that are wearing contacts tonight. All the Moniques in The Restaurant will have their contacts on. "One more thing - each of these customers can be like an octopus. I know that people have only two arms and two hands, but it might feel as if some of them have as many as an octopus - and those hands just won't stop until one of your bosoms is inside their mouth. Their hands will be all over you, and will do anything to move your own arms or hands out of the way - or even your legs - if you were to hold your knees up - so they can get that bikini top off and get their mouth on one of your milk filled bosoms. And once they do, they will want to put their arms around you and hold on to you so those alluring bosoms can't get away. They will NOT want to stop nursing you. No one will ever to do anything that will hurt you, of course - that never happens at The Restaurant. But, I think you will find that when someone stares at your bikini top for more than just a glance, well, they are going to do everything they can to get their mouth on one of your nipples. You could wrestle with them if you want - and that can be so much fun, for both you and The Customer - lots of fun! The Customer will probably even tickle you if they think that would get your hands away from your breasts and open your nipples up to their mouths. You will learn all this and more tonight." "I tell you that once a person has stared at that bikini-top, then they are either going to get that bikini top off of your bosom and get a nipple of yours into their mouth, or they will tear open a hole in the bikini top where your nipple is and then nurse your milk right through the bikini top." "The problem with that nipple-hole approach is, of course, they are still looking at the bikini top while they are nursing you, so their desire never goes away. It will only increase the longer they look at the bikini top. If they push the bikini-top aside, then they will probably only be seeing your bosoms." Monique thought for a minute, and said, "But won't there be a lot of people in The Restaurant tonight? And won't a lot of them look at our bikini tops? Not just mine, but yours too?". "Yes indeed, Monique. Yes indeed they will. Now on to the next subject - the bikini bottoms. The tops make people thirsty - but the bottoms cause hunger. They are much smaller than the tops, but the effect is stronger and more concentrated. This is why you will want to "cover your modesty" tonight as much as you can, and only give very small "accidental" reveals. When a person sees your bikini brief tonight, if they get just a quick glimpse of your bikini bottom then that is all well and good, that will just increase their desire for you. If a person sees a full on, wide-open view of it - and they will tonight at the seafood dinner - well, all I can say is that tonight you will learn what happens then. My best advice for you is you that want to have plenty for them to eat up inside of your vagina before that happens. I'm just saying..." Coppery Monique said to me, and smiled.. As both Moniques entered The Restaurant, each of the women's two breasts were clearly leading their small parade, each of the four bosoms were the size of large watermelons, or even pumpkins. Lifted up and out by their own natural bounty, and aided by the nearly transparent bra parts of their ocean styled bikini tops, both women strutted forward into The Restaurant. It was almost as if the two women were only following where those bosoms lead. Their bosoms were so large and compelling it seemed hard to think that the ladies were in charge. It actually looked as if the bosoms were in charge and the two women only followed along behind them because their bodies were attached to those breasts. It was hard to tell who was doing the commanding and who was doing the following. This might not be far from the truth. The ocean-styled bikini tops were quite large. They instantly reminded you of the sea - the ocean blues, greens, and sea-foam colors were beautiful - beautiful, and nearly transparent, and strangely compelling to look at. The closer the women got to a customer, the more compelled that customer felt to gaze at them. The tops were so thin and nearly transparent that they did not hide any parts of the two lovely ladies bosoms, but they were also like a bit of covering fog, so that you wanted to see deeper inside of them - and it quickly became apparent that few people in The Restaurant could think about anything else except these two bikini tops. Not one single person watching these two women in their ocean-styled wear was able to think clearly anymore. Monique looked down at her bosoms and saw incredible shimmers all across the bikini top - with each step she took the bounce of her bosoms sent patterns of shimmering colors all across the bra tops - and sometimes the patterns seemed to float above the bra material, and sometime even seemed to be from within the top, from inside of her own breasts. The focus and the center of the shimmering was around her aureoles, and strongest of all at her nipples. Her nipples were easily seen through the ultra-thin fabric, big thumb-sized things surrounded by swollen puffed-out aureoles. Monique felt a faint tang of thirst building, so she looked away. Maybe those contacts weren't one hundred percent effective! Monique looked over at Coppery Monique and saw the same kind of shimmering action on her bikini top - but Coppery Monique's patterns seemed quite different from her own. And her eyes were drawn to Coppery Monique's nipples - clearly visible through the shimmers and the fog - the effects were much stronger on her aureoles and especially on her nipples. Somehow Monique could see the effects even inside of Coppery Monique's bosoms, as if the bikini top was revealing what was inside of those delicious looking bosoms, and what was inside was milk, and it was waiting to get out, wanting to get out, and Monique felt her throat getting parched and dry. Yes, it seemed like the contact lenses helped, but maybe didn't help one hundred percent. As they walked to their serving stations, both ladies kept their hands modestly in front of their pussies. Each of the two Moniques' breasts were so swollen and engorged that it might take an entire grocery bag to fit just one of them inside - if it was a big bag, that is. The nipples on both of the women somehow seemed magnified by the cloudy fog of the transparent bikini tops - either that, or maybe they had both actually become larger. It seemed they were now bigger, longer, and fatter they had been just the day before. Each looked so swollen, pink, and puffy that it seemed like they would burst with milk with the slightest touch. Just to look at them in their cloudy bikini tops made any person thirsty, and also made that person think of the moist, wet, milk that was ready to gush out of those bosoms - if only there was someone thirsty enough to help that milk get out. And there were many of those in The Restaurant tonight - many indeed. That's where these feelings and desires started, only they grew and grew with as the two women approached their serving stations. The fabric of the bikini tops did nothing to hide or disguise those nipples. They stood out from the sea-foam mistiness of the bikini tops as if they were poking out from the misty fog that seemed to surround those bikini tops. The bikinis made all of their bosoms look like they were clouded in sea-foam - except for those nipples, which stood out like thumb-sized beacons to all who looked upon them. Every person in The Restaurant near the two took a gasp as they watched the pair of Moniques approach their stations. The cloudy sea-fog cloth seemed to be more invisible than visible. And yet this fabric cast an incredible spell. It cast a spell on the womanly body parts that it both covered and revealed at the same time. Thirst was building in the two ladies' serving areas, and customers nearby seemed to pay more attention to the two Moniques than they were to their own Moniques, the ones who were serving them their dinners. This didn't bother those other Moniques at all, who already knew what was happening this night. Tiny glimpses of either of the ladies bikini bottoms made customers gasp - and then those lucky customers who had seen the tiny glimpses pushed their faces deep into the pussies of the Moniques that were serving them - and they ate like never before. The two Moniques looked around before laying at their serving stations - neither could see a single nearby person who was paying attention to their own meal - except for those few who had been able to get a tiny glimpse of one of those bikini bottoms, and now those people were hungrily eating from their own Moniques. Some of these Moniques were serving prime rib slices from inside their vaginas, some chilly ice cream cream, some serving wilted lettuce and bacon bit salads, and some serving everything in between. Customers nursing the many Moniques' bosoms in The Restaurant stopped and stared at these two Moniques as they entered their serving station and laid down. Everyone in The Restaurant was stunned, thinking, "I wish I had ordered whatever those two are serving!" Each Monique in The Restaurant who was serving their customers thought, "I remember this - I remember this so very, special night, when I was Monique for the very first time, and this was my night for serving seafood." Both Moniques pussies wore the almost-not-there wispy ocean fabric bikini bottoms, and both women kept their pussies covered with their hands. In just a moment, one of the serving Moniques said, "Pardon me, Monique - let me place this napkin for you" and she put a large, ocean-colored napkin on top of each of the two Monique's pussies, pushing it down between each of the women's legs so that her pussy - and the oh-so- incredible bikini brief was covered. Then the two Moniques' were able to take their hands away from their pussies. Coppery Monique reached over and took Monique's hand, and give it a fun gentle squeeze - "So far so good, Monique!" she said. Both had opted to put their feet in the stirrups - but without any straps. And, tonight they could keep their hands free too. There were two lady customers tonight - that was all, not the usual three customers per Monique but Monique didn't ask any questions. Before they knew it, each of the ladies had moved closer to each of their respective Moniques. And each was staring at those giant bosoms displayed before them, staring as if they were hypnotized. "May we begin?" asked the customer by Monique - but it was Copper-haired Monique who answered, "Please do". And both women customers started in on their respective Monique's bosoms - first reaching into the inside of the bikini tops, and then slowly, slowly each pulled a bosom and nipple out of the quite large bikini tops. And then they filled their mouths with bosoms, aureoles, and nipples, and started to nurse. Monique felt the wonderful touch of her customer's hands pushing aside the bra cup of the bikini top. Her breast seemed extra sensitive from having been in touch with that strange fabric of the bikini top, and her customer's fingers felt fantastic as they brushed the skin of her bosom while she worked her bosom out of that bikini cup. Then the lady customer's lips touched the top of her nipple, and kept going down further, and Monique felt like her nipple would explode with pressure! Those lips went further down to her aureole, and opened up to take in more of her aureole, and then Monique felt the customer give her first suck - and Monique felt milk just GUSH out of her, right from her nipple into the customer's mouth. And then she felt another suck from the customer, and an even bigger gush came out. This wasn't like any of the other times she had nursed customers - the bikini top had dome something to her bosoms, Monique was sure now. Her nipples felt bigger, fatter, longer than they had just a few minutes ago, and she was getting an even stronger sensation from every part of her customer's mouth sliding around on that nipple, sucking on that nipple, than ever before. It felt like her bosom was pouring her nipple into this lady's mouth, and the lady wasn't just drinking her milk down, it almost felt like she was drinking her nipple down. "My God," Monique thought, "has my nipple grown? How long is it? It feels like most of it is still in her mouth but the end of it is halfway down this woman's throat, and it feels like milk is pouring out of it - pouring out and into her." The woman reached over and pushed her hand under the other bra cup of the bikini top and started fondling Monique's other breast, and her other nipple. Just then another lady customer from the serving station right beside Monique stepped over and said, "May I please join your dinner party? I am parched, so dry I cannot take another minute of this undying thirst!" And with that, without waiting for a reply, the second customer pushed the first customer's hand away from Monique's other bosom, and she pushed the bra cup part of the bikini top aside and started to nurse on that bosom. And Monique felt FANTASTIC! Somehow the bikini top had made her breasts so sensitive that having her nipples inside of another persons mouth was electrifying, tingling, fantastically good. She felt milk squirt and squirt, she felt the insides of their mouths all through her nipples - and lots of aureole too, they were sucking so much of her inside their mouths. But now it felt like her other nipple had grown by the influence of the bikini top and now it seemed like it - no it felt like both of them must be as long as a cow's nipples, probably even longer, and fatter around than a marshmallow - both of those nipples felt like they were sucked into the lady customers mouths' so deep that each one of them must be halfway to the customers stomachs! And gushing, my god they were gushing milk like an overturned milk truck. "Pardon me, Monique, but it is time for the salad" one of the Moniques had come over to her and was talking to her. "We have tomato wraps - diced tomatoes and carrot shavings with Roquefort dressing, all wrapped up into a delicious neat bundle with lettuce leaves" the Monique said, and showed her a wrap. It looked like a burrito only it was wrapped with lettuce. Without waiting the serving Monique took the wrap in one hand and lifted the napkin at Monique's pussy. Then she pushed the bikini brief aside, and pushed the wrap into Monique's vagina - deep inside, until Monique felt it hitting her cervix. The wrap was so long that it just barely let her vaginal lips close over the end. The the Serving Monique let the bikini brief slide back over so it once again covered her pussy. "Madam," the Serving Monique tapped the shoulder of the original customer, ?Your dinner is served ? we are starting with salad.? The lady nursing at Monique?s bosom just seemed to suck harder on Moniques nipple. ?God that feels fantastic,? thought Monique. ?Madam, the salad is served? - and this serving Monique pulled the customer away from Monique?s bosom and sat her down in between Monique?s legs. The customer was distressed at first but once she saw the bikini brief she forgot all about her thirst, forgot all about Monique?s bosom and milk, and just sat there as if she was stunned. The customer felt like she hadn?t eaten for days ? she almost fell out of her chair, she was suddenly so weak from hunger ? and here was food ? it was right behind this shimmering cloth, as much as she wanted, as much as she could ever want, right here, and all she needed to do was to take it. She leaned forward and pushed the bikini bottom aside right at Moniques pussy and leaned forward, took her two hands and spread those vaginal lips apart, and put her mouth right on Monique?s vagina and started licking and sucking and sliding her mouth up and down, and round and round, and then nibbled Monique?s clitoris a bit, and by then Monique knew an unstoppable orgasm was on it?s way. But, as soon as the original customer had left Monique?s breast, another had customer had come from a nearby serving station and said to Monique, ?My dear, I am parched ? simply dying of thirst? and before Monique could answer this woman sat at the customer chair, grabbed her ?un-occupied? bosom with both hands, squeezed it tight, and they both watched rich creamy milk squirt out of Monique?s nipple. Monique noticed that her nipple was its normal size, only slightly larger than that it had been just a few minutes ago, but that was just from the intense nursing it had just received. It was maybe the size of a big fat thumb, so all was good - not inches and inches long like it had felt ? and like her other nipple still felt, because it was still being sucked on by that other customer. ?It must be an effect of the bikini top,? thought Monique. This new customer put her lips over Monique?s nipple, lowered her head and sucked her nipple and half her huge aureole into her mouth with one gigantic suck, and milk gushed out ? and at the same time, her orgasm from the customer feeding on her vagina hit, and her body shook ? shook like it was having an earthquake ? an earthquake of pleasure. Her legs stiffened straight out, quivering as the customer ate the salad wrap from her vagina, her vagina that pulsed with orgasmic pleasure and squeezed out parts of the salad wrap as the customer ate it. Both her nipples poured out milk at a prodigious rate into the two other customers mouths. This went on for minutes and minutes, during which time another customer had swapped out at one of her breasts ? aided by the Serving Moniques who helped new customers get a place in line to drink from one or the other of the two Moniques? bosoms. The Customer had finished the salad wrap ? she knew it was the best salad she had ever tasted ? but every time she lifted her head up from Monique?s pussy, her eyes locked the shimmering fabric of the bikini bottom, and she went back and tried to get even more from Monique?s pussy. It was then the serving Moniques brought out the main course ? lobster tails and claws. And they were big ones, too. About a dozen of the largest lobster claws Monique had ever seen ? each one must weigh more than half a pound. And the tails were the size pint milk bottles, maybe even larger. Everything had been shelled, and was on serving trays. There was a large bowl of melted butter, and quite a few lemons that had been cut in half. Monique?s serving Monique picked up one of the lobster claws with a pair of tongs and dipped it down in the melted butter, swirling it around, and as she lifted it out she squeezed a lemon half over it and got plenty of lemon juice on it. Then the serving Monique pushed the customer?s face away from Moniques pussy and, holding the shimmering bikini bottom to the side, pushed the dripping claw right up into Monique?s vagina. Monique could smell the lobster now, it smelled fantastically good! Monique?s pussy felt full, that?s for sure, and she felt butter and lemon juice dripping out of her pussy. Serving Monique said ?One more to go? and she lifted another of the huge claws and sauced it up with butter and lemon, held the dripping thing right at Monique?s pussy again, and pushed this one in too. Monique?s pussy felt so stuffed it was about to burst ? but it actually felt good, and sexy, and it was really turning Monique on. Her breasts were still being nursed, but by two new customers who were sucking on her bosoms like that was the only thing in the world that mattered. The serving Monique let go of the bikini bottom and it slid back into place ? getting butter all over it, because Monique?s pussy was really leaking melted butter now. But that didn?t seem to lessen the cloth?s effect. The customer stared at that bikini bottom, and she was starving. She was hungrier now than before she had eaten the salad, and she could not wait ? would not wait. She pushed her face right into Moniques pussy and was licking the butter off of the bikini bottom, then finally she moved it aside and shoved her tongue up inside of Moniques vagina. The customer could feel the lobster claw in there with her tongue, and she reached her arms around Moniques legs and put her hands under Moniques belly button and started pushing down, squeezing Moniques stomach like she was trying to get toothpaste out of a giant toothpaste tube. She started sucking on Monique?s vaginal opening and licking all around it. That, combined with the unstoppable nursing of the two customers at her bosoms set Monique off again on another orgasm, and her vagina squeezed down on those lobster claws and they started to come out, and the lady customer bit off pieces and ate them. ?God, that is so delicious? the customer was saying in between bites. Monique was thrashing around on her serving station, clearly her orgasms were now in control of her entire body, if you wanted to call that control. The customer went back to Monique?s clitoris and licked and sucked it and swirled her tongue around on it, and Monique had another orgasm, even stronger, even before the current one ended ? her hips were thrashing up and down, her hands had grabbed the heads of the two women nursing her bosoms and was squeezing them down, mashing their faces into her enormous bosoms ? and the customers didn?t mind at all, in fact they just sucked harder on those huge nipples and received even more milk in return. The original customer was now trying to get her lips once again on Monique?s vaginal opening, to get more of the lobster that was still inside Monique, but it was quite difficult because Moniques hips were thrashing up and down so much. She solved the problem by squeezing her arms around Monique?s legs even harder and mashing her face into Monique?s pussy so that it was like they were locked together, and as Monique?s hips went up and down, so did the lady customer?s head, and she ate more lobster claw as Monique?s vagina squeezed and squeezed with the orgasms. All this continued for about ten minutes, when the serving Monique came by and pulled the head of the customer at Monique?s pussy away. She used the napkin to again cover Monique?s pussy. ?Dessert is now being served, Madam,? serving Monique said. "You have the choice of sherbet, chocolate eclair, or butterscotch meringue pie. Which would Madam prefer?? ?Chocolate eclair, by all means,? said the customer. And with that, the serving Monique lifted the lid from another serving plate and picked up a quite large chocolate eclair ? quite large indeed, Monique thought. ?Is that supposed to fit inside of me?? she thought to herself. And the answer came quite quickly, as serving Monique reached over, removed the napkin, pushed the bikini brief aside, spread Monique?s pussy lips apart with one hand and then she pushed the eclair against Monique?s vaginal opening. She pushed for a three or four seconds, and it hardly went in at all, it was such a fat thing, but then success! In it started going, and Monique felt it stuffing her deeper and deeper, stretching her wider and wider, and then she felt it end by mashing up against her cervix, deep inside her belly. She could tell that some of the chocolate icing ? which had been put on in an extra-thick layer on top of the eclair - had not made the journey well ? it had kind of scraped off and was now coating her pussy lips. Serving Monique let the brief cover Monique?s eclair-stuffed pussy. The lady customer was looking at that shimmering bikini brief again ? and she forgot about everything she had already eaten ? there was no thought of the salad wrap, no thought of the lobster claws. The only thing she could think of was hunger ? and the answer to that was that eclair, right behind that brief! She pulled it aside, almost ferociously, opened her mouth as wide as it would go, and shoved her face on to those chocolate covered pussy lips, and sucked them into her mouth. She licked her tongue all over them, every bit of that delicious chocolate icing that she could. When it was gone, she lowered her mouth to Monique?s vagina, shoved in her tongue, and started swirling it around, tasting that delicious pastry. She shoved her hands once again down onto Moniques stomach, trying to push that eclair out. When that didn?t work, she went for the sure thing ? she moved her mouth up to Moniques clitoris, sucked it into her mouth, and started licking it like a robot ? up down up down up down faster and faster and faster. This was successful, as Monique ? still being nursed by two lady customers ? was unable to do anything except orgasm ? a wild, unruly orgasm which shook every part of her body ? but it was centered around three points ? her vagina and her two nipples. Waves of pleasure shot out from these three organs, and her orgasm was like her body was wrecked ? wrecked and wracked, her muscles in her legs, arms, buttocks, stomach - and vagina too - all squeezed and stretched and convulsed and spasmed - - all driven by the incredible pleasure of this one orgasm that seemed would never end. By the time it did end, the customer had finished her chocolate eclair, and serving Monique was leading her away along with the two ladies who had been nursing her bosoms. Monique lay on her serving station, exhausted. She looked over at Coppery Monique, and her hair was messy now, and she was breathing hard, and looked worn out too. Coppery Monique rested for a minute, then took Monique?s hand in hers and started laughing and said ?God, that was good, wasn?t it?? And Monique smiled and said ?Yes indeed, indeed it was, that was fantastically good, and it was so sexy!? and she started laughing too. Then the serving Moniques came back with six more customers - three for each of the Moniques and said, ?Ladies, we have five more rounds to go. Get ready, please.? ?Oh God, here we go again,? said Monique ? but actually she was thrilled inside, as the customers sat down beside her serving station...