A fancy door with a tinted window

You open the door.

Inside you find tastefully dark walls and red carpeting. The lighting is dim, but intentionally so as to provide ambiance. Directly in front of you is a small podium. Standing behind it is an attractive blonde woman. She's wearing a formal outfit of black and white. It's something that you would expect to see on a butler or a doorman, but cut for a lady. It's unusually modest for what you'd expect of Blowjob Heaven. She quickly greets you.

"Welcome, sir! We've been expecting you." She chirps. Her smile seems **** and her movements are quick as if she's nervous about something. "Follow me to your table."

Before you can even think of a reply, she's off down the hallway behind her. You have to step quickly to keep her in sight and she's still moving fast.

As you walk down the hall, you pass many alcoves with curtains. All of them shut. You think you hear voices but you don't see any people. Eventually, the woman stops. Gesturing to the alcove next to her.

"Your table, sir. Please have a seat." She gives you that **** smile. She's uncomfortable about something but you're too confused to place it. This all feels somewhat familiar and she's giving you clear instructions. Best not to think about it too hard and just do as she says.

When you finally plop down in the chair, the woman who has yet to introduce herself drops something in front of you and quickly exits, tossing a "Someone will be right with you!" over her shoulder. Why was she so quick to leave? And where is your blowjob? You start to get angry but then look down at the table. It has a long white tablecloth, not the cheap plastic kind that you're used to either, real candles and... a menu?

Yes. That's right, this must be a restaurant. While blowjobs are you favorite things in the universe, food is a close second. Glancing over the menu, you see all your favorites meals! Maybe you'll give this place a chance. You can always go back and skull fuck her if you want.

While you ponder the menu, you feel something happening by your pants. At first you attribute it to your constant arousal but then...no the tablecloth is definitely moving. Suddenly, something is tugging at your pants. You see a quick flash of red, manicured nails as your pants disappear beneath the table. Immediately, you feel the hands cupping your balls and stroking your shaft. Then, wait...yes, those are definitely lips on your cock. This wasn't on the menu!