Snell's Kitchen (Dining area)
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				Title: <strong>Snell's Kitchen (Dining area)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 20:30:54</strong>
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				(http://www.bachelorvegas.com/entertainment/jpegs/seamless/seamless%20stripclub%20las%20vegas.jpg)<br><br>Snell's Kitchen's dining area is small, intimate and almost cosy, but clearly shows off the establishment's purpose as a gastro-stripclub. The stripper pole isn't the only show on offer, much like a real strip club. Although not clearly visible in the above photograph, the view of London's skyline and the river Thames is stunning, as the restaurant is&nbsp; on the 14th floor. Occasionally, guests may see helicopters hovering at the window as the pilot leers inside. <br><br>(http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3077/2602041476_69b408e718.jpg)<br><br>A large sign at the sliding smoked glass door warns guests to behave:<br><br><strong>NOTICE TO ALL CUSTOMERS<br><br>ANYONE STUPID ENOUGH TO INCUR THE WRATH OF STAFF WILL BE HOSPITALISED. PESTERING STAFF FOR UNREASONABLE EXTRA SERVICES IS FROWNED UPON; I WANT DOESN'T GET.<br><br>CUSTOMERS ARE REQUESTED TO REFRAIN FROM SEX IN PUBLIC AREAS.</strong><br><br>All these rules apply many every other respectable restaurants and strip clubs, but only few have to hang up a sign on account of customers breaking them.
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				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 16:09:37</strong>
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				<strong>MAXYM GONCHARUK, NPC DINER</strong><br><br>Standing with his associates at the entrance of the restaurant, Maxym noticed two things. Firstly, several others were waiting outside with him, just outside the lift and in front of the closed smoked glass door, with two gorillas of Polish bouncers. Second, smoking in public buildings in the UK is apparently against the law, and they wouldn't take a bribe. Thus, his patience thinned quickly, until the bouncers received orders in their earpieces to open the business. They carefully scrutinised his light coal-grey suit, then let him in after hearing he had a reservation and an East European accent. They knew that the accent was a sign of a man likely to order chamber pots of Moët, and even tip them on his way out. <br><br>The general manager showed Goncharuk and his associates Milevskiy and Petrolenko to a cosy table with plush armchairs, where they leered towards the kitchen, waiting to be served and eager to see why this place was all you ever heard about on the slopes of Courchevel.
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				Post by: <strong>Zillah</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 17:02:22</strong>
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				<strong>JAMIE TRESHAM</strong><br><br>The music started to softly enter the room as Jamie and the other waitresses entered.<br><br>Massive Attack Ft. Hope Sandoval - Paradise Circus (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=daoY5iPorMc#ws)<br><br><em>and the devil makes us sin ...</em><br><br>Jamie could see a few patrons coming in, getting seated, getting ready for their first service at Snell's Kitchen.<br><br>She intended to make the experience a memorable one.<br><br>Wearing nothing but the lunch entree, her sheer black lacy knickers, and black stiletto pumps, Jamie slowly sauntered around the dining room, like a panther stalking its prey. She weaved her way through the tables, smiling confidently at the patrons as they started to get seated. Before some even sat down, she started to tease them. She recognized one randy young man from the pages of the tabloids ... she winked at him, and ran her fingertips down the front of his shirt before moving along. Another was an older gentleman, wearing a suit and a tie. She took the tie in her hands and stroking it up and down gently, nibbling at the tip of it between her teeth before letting it slide away ... and moving on.<br><br>Reaching one of the tables, she stepped up on top of it, and faced the empty chairs in front of it. Swaying her hips slowly to the music, she raised her arms above her head, waving them to and fro as the murmurs of empty, lustful diners in the room started to swell and grow. She put her hands beneath her tits, and pushed them up suggestively, showing off the entree properly to anyone watching her ... before letting her hands slide down her slender sides and work their way down to her hips.<br><br>Jamie turned around, her hips still swaying, thrusting her ass out a little towards the chairs. A lustful smile crossed her face, and she closed her eyes ... <em>I love you, Alex</em>, she thought, <em>this was such a great idea ...</em> <br><br>She spun around again, facing the chairs. She got on her knees, her shoulders swaying now, hands still on her hips.<br><br>Jamie opened her eyes, waiting to see which customer was seated before her.<br><br><em>Let's see how badly I can tease this one,</em> she thought wickedly.
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				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 17:56:37</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Erin Faye</span></span></em><br><br>The rhythmic sway of Erin's hips started the moment she took her first step out into the dining area and stayed ingrained in each movement of her decadent body, an impish and mischievous smile playing across her ruby red lips.&nbsp; Instead of turning to follow Jamie and the new girl, she headed for the nearby bars, collecting one tray and the first of what she knew would be several bottles of the best champagne.&nbsp; Now wasn't the time to get their drink of choice, but let them wet what would soon enough be dry and yet salivating mouths.&nbsp; <br><br>With an easy, flirtatious charm that bordered on encouraging the clients to break the rules -- at least with her -- Erin began to circle through the crowd, making eye contact with all and yet none.&nbsp; There was personal attention given to each table she came to, however; a run of her hand along the back of a neck, allowing her bare knee to brush along a thigh, catching her bottom lip playfully when she felt a hand at her waist or along her wrist as she poured out glasses of champagne.&nbsp; Mostly they didn't even notice they'd accepted the expensive glass of choice until after, and there were no complaints, murmured or otherwise, when their eyes lustfully followed the red head -- except when her attentions turned more intimate with a few select of the tables. <br><br>It was so casually that the champagne dribbled down onto the sweet curve of her stomach when she poured a round of glasses for one large table and left an additional bottle for them to enjoy; the gentleman closest to her held no resistance from leaning forward just by the invitation in her eyes and swept up the trickle of champagne with two slow sweeps of his tongue.&nbsp; There was only flirtatious laughter when, at the suggestion of his hand, she eased back onto the table (ever mindful of the delicious food her breasts displayed) and his three companions each took their turn from licking 'accidentally' spilled champagne off her lower abdomen, before she was easing away with a light slap to her rear and going for the next table.&nbsp; <br><br>The gentleman there, whose attention had seemed constantly split between her and the scene on stage, was chosen specifically with the designer cut of his suit, the large, ruby signet ring, and effortless posture that screamed old money.&nbsp; Ten seconds later she felt him harden like a rock against the knee lightly wedged between his thighs as she moaned against his mouth and gave him the swallow of champagne she'd elegantly taken from the glass she'd been filling.&nbsp; She moved away with the softest of whimpers, giving his lower lip a gentle nip and pulled away before his hand even had the chance to make contact with her waist.&nbsp; The bottle she left on the table.&nbsp; <br><br>By the time each table had been served, some with more flirting than others, Erin had memorized exactly how many glasses or bottles at each, making quick note of them back at the dimmed bar before making her way once more through the crowd.&nbsp; This time she skimmed the tables, this time destined for the stage where she slipped up to join Jamie and the new girl in letting the crowd get not only a good glimpse of their wares but what tempting flesh lay hidden beneath ham and cream.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 00:06:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/16joseph-450.jpg)</div><strong>Valerian "V" Bennett </strong><br><br>Like everyone who knew about Snell's Kitchen and were willing to pay for the show and the meal, he waited in line a blank stare on his face as he looked over the recent story in the local tabloid. Mommy and Daddy where in for a kick when they would see who's ass or pussy the fruit of their loins would end up inside of. This time it was in the "alleged" virgin daughter of some King, Duke whoever the fucked care of some country. A grin crossed his face as he tossed the publication in the trash where it belonged once the doors opened up and they were admitted in. <br><br>He did not move with an entourage, he wanted his pick and any stragglers would just get in his way. Barely in his seat with a glass of champagne he felt a hand running down his shirt, his eyes met hers and he only smiles as he moved his attention to the next waitress/chef that came out to display the menu. Like a child in a candy store he wanted it all but knew he did not want to end up with a tummy ache, there was always dinner to come back to later that evening... <br><br>He loved the new rules posted at the front, feeling it was made because of him but at least there had been no pictures of him in Snell's Kitchen glazing over one of the lovely young ladies, mommy and daddy would be proud. A hand moved up to loosen his tie, taking a sip from his drink as he watched as the same raven haired waitress return and began to dance with hers eyes closed as she dropped to her knees. His smile had faded to a stoic countenance, he was enjoying the sway of her body and the challenge she seemed to flash in her eyes. 
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				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 01:54:54</strong>
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				<strong>Maxym Goncharuk</strong><br><br>Maxym and his comrades accepted their complimentary champagne from the impish looking redhead and sat back, leering at the staff and gulping down the wine like lemonade after a well meant "<em>Na zdorovye</em>". As she moved on and served someone at the next table his drink in a way which would make anyone jealous, and the stunning brunette knelt at some adolescent's feet, Maxym impatiently beckoned to their blonde colleague.&nbsp; She had the provocative, almost whorish look about her that Maxym found peculiar to British girls of a certain age range and disposition. They really, really liked men, to put it nicely.<br><br><strong>"Khello,</strong>" he greeted her with a rasping Slavic 'Khhhhh' by way of an H, <strong>"we would like a bucket of Cristal with which to enjoy ze show."</strong> He pulled a £50 note from his thick, crocodile leather wallet, folded it double and slipped it into the back of the waitress's panties. <strong>"For the pretty show."</strong> He winked, grinned obscenely and looked up at her expectantly, sitting back with a growing erection at the sights all around him.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 15:50:50</strong>
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				<strong>Veronica Donnington</strong><br><br><br>I can do this. Just move sensual... How hard can it be, as the wise Clarksonius once said.<br><br>She had some dancing skill and as she entered the dining she used them all and followed Jamie. Somehow she didn't think it wise or good to follow Jamie and 'seduce' the same guests so she showed some initiative and followed the tables on the other side where she was immediately beckoned by a black haired man and two others. From the first look she could see he was 'wrong money' but what did she care? She was just trying to make a living.<br><br>The moment she laid her arms around his neck and he spoke she knew she was right. His accent betrayed everything but the banknote he slipped into her panties made everything right. There was more to get here. But he wanted champagne and Veronica had no idea where to get it from. <br><br>One of the man's friends then raised his hand to grab some of the food off her and she slapped his hand and raised her finger. "Not yet big man. It's not dinner time yet. The other men at the table were immediately alarmed but their boss waved them off, smiling at Veronica. He took the hand she used slapped his' with and ran it over his cheek before kissing it. <br><br>"I like a woman with fire," he said to her with his heavy accent and smiled. After teasing the client a bit more Veronica walked to the window for the champagne. Hoping the food could come off soon. As the crème fraîche became warmer, both from the temperature in the dining area and her own body heat, the heavy plasterwork done by Julia was not going to hold much longer.<br><br>"He wants a bottle of Cristal chef," she said to Alex through the kitchen window, desperately hoping that he did not find another reason to fire her yet. The more she got into this, the more she liked it. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 20:20:56</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 9pt;" class="bbc_size">ALEX SNELL, THROUGH THE KITCHEN WINDOW</span></strong><br><br>Alex quickly grabbed an ice bucket with a bottle of Cristal in it and placed it on the counter, and pulled Veronica's head close to his. <strong>"Veronica!"</strong> he said quietly and sternly, pausing. <strong>"You're doing well, keep it up. Now get serving the gentlemen their appetisers, they're supposed to be chilled, and besides, we all want to see you prancing around topless. Lick the cream off each other on stage when you've served up your bras, Jamie knows what to do. Run along now!"</strong> <br><br>He gave her a kiss on the cheek and brusquely continued preparing the main course. The plates were heated and ready, and he added the freshly cooked trout and scallops. Watching his waitresses with approval, he made a subtle gesture to Jamie to start serving the à la brassière.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Zillah</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 22:55:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.emeraldlich.com/uploads/olivia-wilde4.jpg)</div><strong>JAMIE TRESHAM</strong><br><br>Jamie grinned wickedly as she opened her eyes. She saw none other than one Valerian Bennett sitting in front of her, the randy wonderboy of the tabloids. Already, her mind started racing as she saw him … not that she was in the habit of fucking the customers at either a strip club <em>or</em> a restaurant, but a fast shag with the naughty boy in the coatroom between services … well, Jamie was pretty sure that if Snell’s Kitchen wanted tons of free publicity in the tabloids, that would be one easy way to do it. V was the sort of dirty boy who loved to kiss and tell, especially when there was a camera in his face. His filthy, blabbing mouth could drive scores of extra bookings at the Kitchen, all from sad, pathetic idiots looking for a wild ride like him … a wild ride that they’d never get.<br><br>She pondered that thought for a moment, wondering if Alex would approve.<br><br>Such lovely problems. <br><br>Jamie, seeing the signal from Alex off to the side, got on her hands and knees, and grabbed at the tie of one Mister Valerian Bennett. She let her long hair brush against his face as she drew him out of his seat, putting her lips tantalizingly close to his ear … and giving his earlobe a quick lick. <br><br>Her hips still swaying in rhythm to the soft music filling the air, Jamie sat up a bit so that her chest was right in front of his face. She slowly peeled away the filmy covering that had been covering up her prepared starter, so that the sliced cherries on her left breast were mere inches from his wolfish smile.<br><br>She put one hand on his head, stroking his hair. “Would you like a cherry, love?” she asked teasingly, pressing the ring of sliced cherries circling her nipple to his lips.<br><br>As the young man hungrily started to nibble, Jamie pulled away, climbing off the table. She grabbed a plate off an empty nearby table and slid it in front of her guest. She then neatly slid herself into her guest’s lap, grinding her ass against his crotch in perfect time to the music, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as she felt something start to stir naughtily against her bottom.<br><br>“Hello, darling,” Jamie said cheerfully to him. She wrapped her foot around one of his calves, drawing him a little tighter to her, and began to lightly stroke his chest with one hand. With the other, she reached down and plucked one of the sliced cherries from her right breast. She held it up admiringly in the air. “Enjoying your starter so far?” She placed the cherry slice in between her lips, and pressed her mouth to his, popping the cherry into his mouth with her tongue. <br><br>Still sitting in his lap, Jamie reached down and peeled away her <em>Parma ham a lá brassiere</em>, proudly holding it in front of her guest’s face. She noted that his eyes moved not one inch towards the starter, but were instead keenly focused on her cream-covered tits. She placed the Parma ham onto the plate, seating it perfectly for presentation, and then gently pushed the man’s cheek so that he faced the plate.<br><br>“The starter is <em>there</em>, silly,” she said wickedly. She swirled a finger lazily around one nipple, coating it with cream, and stuck it in her guest’s mouth, letting him suck it clean. She stood up, looking down at him with a naughty smile. She straightened his tie and gave him a wink.<br><br>“Your main course will be out shortly,” Jamie said to him. “And then dessert … and then, perhaps … stick around, if you’re interested. I might whip up something special for you, if you’re a good boy.” She ran her hand over his shoulders as she headed up to the stage.<br><br>Jamie saw Erin dancing like a little devil on the stage already, shaking her lovely assets and playing with the champagne, getting the fools at the tables to buy it by the case, it seems. <em>Good girl,</em> Jamie thought, <em>that one’s got the right idea. She’s got a bright future.</em> She looked over at Veronica, who was dancing like a trooper for an older gentleman and his entourage. She beckoned with an impatient finger to Veronica, indicating to her to get her starter plated and to join her on stage.<br><br>As Jamie stepped onto the stage, she found herself suddenly gleeful about two things. She was going to grope and fondle Erin, who seemed quite the dirty little trollop … marvelous. And she was going to grope and fondle Veronica, who would probably be quite unwilling … even better.
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 16:52:54</strong>
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				<strong>Veronica Donnington</strong><br><br>Sensually Veronica walked back to the table and served Maxym his Cristal. Looking over at Jamie and her movements it was obvious the brunette had a lot more experience than Veronica had but the blond was trying and feeling the money in her panties was a sign for her she was pleasing at least one of the guests. While she moved she tried to come up with a way to serve the food out but just remembering what it was took enough effort. <br><br>As if chef Snell hadn't been clear enough, Jamie motioned her to serve it and Veronica could do little else then to do it as sexy and quickly as she could. Without giving it much of a show she peeled off the ham and placed it on the plates. When she was out of ham, she had more thing to do and she got back to Maxym. Slightly bending over, seducing him and making his helpers on edge even more, she plucked the cherries off her skin and placed them both on his plate. With a wink she walked off and made her way to the stage where Jamie was already waiting.<br><br><em>Finally.. I'll show you what I got bitch..</em><br><br>Without saying anything she walked up to Jamie and grinded her leg along the brunette's. Just baldly taking the lead, she pressed her finger on Jamie's lips and lowered herself enough to reach those beautiful breasts. Teasingly licking her tongue around the left-over's she bend forward even further putting her own lovely behind on display as she put her legs slightly apart. Eagerly she licked off the cream that had stayed behind, enjoying every single bit of it. Maybe, on hindsight, she licked a bit more than just the creme but as she kept wriggling her behind, nobody except Jamie would notice.<br><br>First impressions where only made once and as she ruined that chance, she had to make it up somehow. She didn't like Jamie but she had a body to murder for and Veronica made sure she would show her eagerness to please to Jamie, to Chef Snell, and to the entire restaurant. The more she'd please, the more money she'd take home. <br><br><em>And hey, there is worse things than to lick cream off a beauty's tits...</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 21:24:00</strong>
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				<strong>Valerian "V" Bennett </strong><br><br>"I am..."<br>The appetizer served its purpose and he was sure it was not to get the palate ready for the wonderful meal. The food would be amazing it always was, but the way it was served was the true reason to come to the exclusive restaurant. Bennett grinned wickedly as he nibbled the cherry of one of her well shaped breasts, suckling as much as he could before she teasingly pulled away. He felt her hair brush across his face and her playful teases worked him up nice and slow. <br><br>When he cream covered tit came back he cleaned it in long and slow laps, pressing his tongue into the soft tissue of those perky tits that had him&nbsp; suppress a growl in this throat. For a guy who was used to just bending over any girl he wanted, to be teased was what kryptonite is to superman. The food looked good but the server looked even better, his eyes barely looked at his starter dish while she was servicing him. <br>"I don't know what those two words together mean." <br>He mumbled as she fixed his tie, giving him a chance to sneak a quick grope on her ass that lingered as he grabbed himself a handful as his smile spread across his lips. <br><br>Watching as he she walked away he did eat, enjoying the meal and show. His mouth watered at the first taste, it was far better than he would have imagined! 
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				Post by: <strong>Zillah</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 20:21:48</strong>
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				<strong>JAMIE TRESHAM</strong><br>&nbsp;<br>Jamie smiled wickedly as Veronica strode boldly to her. When the new waitress started grinding against Jamie’s leg, she gently grabbed her by the hair and kissed her on the top of her pretty blonde head. Jamie sighed as the delightful little harlot started licking the cream off her tits. <em>At last, some fire in this one,</em> Jamie thought in delight.<br>&nbsp;<br>“That’s right,” Jamie hissed at Veronica, “clean them off with that lovely pink tongue of yours, angel … all of it.” Jamie started to slowly grind her crotch against Veronica’s leg, dry-humping the waitress to the slow-sensual beat of the music. She took a long, slow look around the entire dining room, blowing kisses to the seated diners while Veronica dutifully lapped at her tits.<br>&nbsp;<br>When Jamie was done blowing kisses, she suddenly jammed one hand down Veronica’s knickers, rubbing her fingers lightly against the girl’s slit. She didn’t slide them inside the girl, but just played long enough to get her fingers wet … and to let the diners see her do it. She slowly pulled her hand out of Veronica’s knickers, and sensually sucked her fingers clean.<br>&nbsp;<br>Jamie looked over at Erin, who still seemed to be having a marvelous time with the champagne bottles. “Erin, love!” Jamie called to the kinky redhead. “Come share in the fun. We’re a team, darling, let’s act like one!”<br>&nbsp;<br>She stopped grinding against Veronica long enough to put one arm around Erin’s shoulder. Jamie turned Erin so their faces pressed together, and gave the redheaded waitress a slow, open-mouthed kiss. She smiled at the girl when she finally broke away, then took a moment to lap some of the cream off of Veronica’s lovely tits.<br>&nbsp;<br>“My breasts need a proper washing, dear,” Jamie said casually to Erin, her hips still swaying to the soft beat as she sucked on Veronica’s breasts. “Tongues are good, but champagne is better. How about we put a show on for the boys?”<br>&nbsp;<br>Jamie pulled away from Veronica’s chest, and put her face to Erin’s ear, nibbling on it lightly. “Use the cheap stuff, love,” she whispered quietly to Erin. “Save the expensive shit for the wankers out there.”
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				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 10:12:31</strong>
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				Apparently Erin had been delayed on her way to joining the two others on the stage.&nbsp; She'd been on her way when a playful pair of hands had reached out and grabbed at her wrist, giving a little yank.&nbsp; A quick dismissal had been on the tip of her tongue before she'd looked over her shoulder and into a pair of pale blue eyes that'd simply melted the red head.&nbsp; Seated alone, he'd come in during her little champagne show and had, unfortunately, missed out on the opportunity to be indulged (and billed) like the other gentlemen.&nbsp; Could she possibly get him a drink to enjoy the show with?&nbsp; When a man looked at a woman like he wanted to devour her -- and slid a crisp one hundred pound sterling note into the top of her knickers, another held between his fingers -- how could Erin possibly refuse?&nbsp; <br><br>Thus, she'd gone back to the bar for one more bottle of champagne, made a quick note on the gentleman's table bill, and had been thoroughly herself entertaining him and pouring the champagne for him while serving the starter from her perky breasts that she hadn't quite managed to serve before then.&nbsp; Of course, that'd meant letting him take a little taste of it along her bared skin here and there; she'd been perched on his lap while he licked away drops of champagne from the corners of her mouth when she heard Jamie give a holler.&nbsp; &nbsp;With a wink for the gentleman and an intimate pat to the inside of his thigh, Erin left the gentleman, the bottle and almost instantly missed the hard erection her bottom had been nestled into.&nbsp; That longing vanished the moment she stepped on stage, hips rolling and swaying, as she joined Jamie and the new girl.&nbsp; <br><br>There was no mistaking the soft moan that poured from Erin's mouth into Jamie's when the dark haired woman caught her in a kiss, and she nipped on Jamie's lower lip when the woman pulled away.&nbsp; Devilishly she grinned as her head swooped and her tongue came out with long, lavishing strokes over Jamie's breasts, cleaning away the freshly smeared sauce; that she paused to draw each nipple into a suckle, tugged on them with her teeth, wasn't quite necessary in 'cleaning'; that was done for pure enjoyment.&nbsp; At Jamie's whispered suggestion Erin could only grin wider and winked, disappearing from the stage just long enough -- her body a never ending sensual movement that kept to the erotic beat of the music -- to grab two of the cheapest bottles of champagne they had on hand.&nbsp; There was, of course, a minor delay on her way back, though this time Erin didn't dally too long, giving the pair of gentlemen that slapped her perky ass on the way back a soft laugh and promising wink.&nbsp; Now, however, her attention was focused on the show. ... Almost.<br><br>"Get ready to drink, Veronica.&nbsp; Kneel down between Jamie's legs, face forward, and open wide," Erin said with a purr and wink to the girl.&nbsp; Both bottles uncorked, she swayed her way behind Jamie and slid one hand up into her hair, fisting around it gently and tipping her head back to kiss her deeply while easing the woman's body back into a slight arch -- the champagne would look even better coming down on a curve.&nbsp; For a few moments she rose a hand up to fondle Jamie's recently cleaned breasts, enjoying the feel of them in her palm, before the first chilled bottle was tipped down the beautiful brunette's body.&nbsp; She made sure to turn and angle the bottle, ensuring champagne traveled over each nipple, the chillness of the drink keeping both at hard attention, before keeping it a little centered and let the liquid flow down Jamie's body to Veronica's waiting mouth. <br><br>&nbsp;Erin took one generous drink from the second bottle before tilting her head to kiss Jamie once more, letting her take half of the drink from the kiss, before she released her hair and came around to her side.&nbsp; Once more her mouth turned lavish attention onto the head waitress' breasts, and now along her torso, as well, as she cleaned up every drop of the spilled champagne, much to the continued appreciation of those seated in front of the stage.&nbsp; God, she loved her job.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Snell's Kitchen (Dining area)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 19:33:41</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Veronica Donnington</strong></div><br><div align="center">(http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r240/YulesRo/VeronicaD-01.jpg)</div><br>It was a bit early for alcohol and the young waitress wasn't used to much alcohol at all but in the current situation... you'd have to be a nun with a very strong mind to resist. Something Veronica was not. Not quite...<br><br>She almost purred when Jamie lapped over her breasts a few times and at that point she just wanted to push the woman to the floor and make mad love to her. Erin joined them and things got even better. Somehow being lower than the other two girls made Veronica feel.. warm and almost eager to loose her mind to both of them. Looking up from between Jamie's legs, Veronica had an amazing view on the girls body. Carefully she placed her hands on Jamie's legs to be more stable and looked back up again.<br><br>Her position, the amazing view of the curved torso and the breasts was enough to get anybody off but when the champagne cascaded down from it, Veronica gasped and kissed Jamie's legs and belly to taste the champagne and drink from it, making sure to leave no spot unkissed. Not knowing how far down she was allowed to go, she was more than ready to give it a try and after kissing Jamie's bellybutton, she traced her tongue down onto the laced knickers and started to carefully suck the champagne from it. <br><br>While she was doing this, she had arched her back so that her ass was on display to the diner room, occasionally shaking it when she felt stable enough on the high heels. Slowly she got up from her kneeled down position and got to her feet again, kissing Erin and Jamie. Grinning she took the champagne bottle, took a big drink and then kissed Erin. As she did so, she let the champagne from her mouth spill onto their bodies and ran her finger down Erin's chest, between her breasts and licked it teasingly.<br><br>Forget that headwaitress bitch for now Vee, the redhead's a beauty too. Carefully she started licking off Erin's breasts, sucking on the nipples softly with her hands playing on Erin's with the knickers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Snell's Kitchen (Dining area)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 18:08:38</strong>
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				<strong>ALEX SNELL, IN THE KITCHEN WINDOW</strong><br><br><strong>"Neat presentation Julia,&nbsp; thanks for keeping an eye on the risotto,"</strong> Snell complimented his Scottish assistant. It was all he could do not to lick his lips wherever he looked in his restaurant, not just because of the food. This was the only place in town that catered to all five senses, including touch.<br><br>Alex strode to the restaurant window and grinned at the antics of his angels on the stage. He made a subtle hand gesture to Jamie to get a move on as the Prosecco used for display purposes ran down her body and made him struggle not to drool. Putting on a show like that was absolutely mouthwatering of her, and Snell expected no less, but there was a main course to get out before it cooled. He pointed downwards to the plates on the hotplate behind the counter, but his mistress was free to interpret the gesture creatively. Still, she'd know she had thirty seconds to get her pretty arse into the kitchen, and bring her sexy minions.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Snell's Kitchen (Dining area)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zillah</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 19:10:19</strong>
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				<strong>JAMIE TRESHAM</strong><br><br>Jamie was thoroughly enjoying herself. Erin, the randy bitch, had provided her tits with the proper attention Jamie was expecting and then some, complete with tongue and teeth. And having the champagne flow down between her tits and her stomach, down between her legs into that slattern Veronica’s pretty mouth … <em>delicious,</em> Jamie thought. <em>Absolutely delicious.</em> As Erin slipped her tongue into Jamie’s mouth, Jamie found herself admiring the new girl’s style. <em>This one’s got quite a future ahead of her, if she can stay as focused on the food as she does on the fucking.</em><br><br><em>Speaking of which …</em><br><br>Jamie looked up. It was hard, especially since that hot little mouth of Erin’s had wandered back to her tits, down to her abdomen … it was really tempting to just yank down her knickers and make the girl eat muff as her own starter. Doubly tempting since Veronica seemed to finally have lost the attitude and was busy nibbling on Erin’s tits. But out of the corner of her eye, she could see Alex, standing impatiently at the window, giving the exasperated look that Jamie knew all too well: <em>Stop fucking around, you cheap slatterns, and start serving the main course already!</em><br><br>Reluctantly, Jamie grabbed Erin by the hair, pulling the girl’s luscious mouth away from her flat stomach. She grabbed Veronica by the hair as well, yanking her to her feet. She gave Veronica a quick, hot kiss on the mouth, and then Erin one as well. <br><br>“More fun later,” Jamie said with a wink to them both. “But right now, main courses are ready to be served.” She glanced over at the tables. “I suggest the pair of you go play with that guest over there as you bring out your main courses” – she gave a nod over to one Mr. Valerian Bennett – “put on a nice show for him at his table, but don’t take too long. You’ll need to be properly prepared for dessert shortly.” She looked over at the Ukrainian’s table. “I’ll take care of him and his party.”<br><br>Jamie headed off the stage, moving quickly to the window, stopping only to give Alex a quick kiss and a fondle before taking a tray filled with plates of pan fried sea trout and scallops. The aroma was quite delectable … it almost made Jamie not think about working or sex for a moment. <em>Maybe I’ll stop to actually eat something at some point!</em> she thought with a wry grin. <br><br>Jamie quickly placed plate after plate of the main course in front of hungry diners, watching Erin and Veronica do the same. Unlike with the starters, Jamie didn’t tarry long with the main course … dessert, after all, would require a fair bit of preparation. Just a quick squeeze here and a gentle caress there. With the Ukrainian, though, Jamie decided he needed something extra. <em>If he likes his meal, he’ll bring a ravenous horde of his countrymen here next time,</em> Jamie thought, <em>and they all love to drink the expensive shit.</em><br><br>Without saying anything, Jamie simply slid into the Ukrainian’s lap, and placed his main course on the table. “<em>Privyet</em>, love,” she said with a smile, “I thought you’d like the details … today’s main course is an exquisite pan-seared sea trout, served with wild mushrooms and sea scallops, and drizzled with just a hint of sorrel sauce.” She plucked one of the scallops off of the plate with his fork and gently fed it to him. “Tastes good, I hope?”
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