Food for Thought

"At your leave, m'Lady," you bid 'Queen' Mina farewell with a low bow and flourish of hands.

"M'Lord....," Mina responds in that lovely English lilt she seems to have adopted upon your suggestion. Peering stiffly down at you with upturned nose and elevated chin, she graces you with a curt nod before again turning her attention towards the very confused young woman she had **** from a group of mall patrons casually ambling by her improvised bench-throne.

"You want me to do WHAT!?!" The pretty brunette almost shrieks. Her raised hands quickly cover her mouth in an appalled, wide eyed mouth gaping expression.

You notice the woman appears more dismayed by Mina's words than her appearance; It's not everyday you see a beautiful Asian woman, designer suit blazer and crisp white blouse parted to display sleek pink satin and lace bra cradling hand size tits above, and Knee length business skirt gathered at the waist to fully display pretty pink puss and matted bush below. Naaa, that happens all the time.

"Are thout DEAF, or does thou lack understanding of your Queen's English?" Mina replies in condescending tones, stomping her low business heels to emphasize her frustration. She looses an exasperated sigh before setting her posture stiffly on the plastic mall bench to portray a regal appearance. She then arches her back, positioning herself inches from the shocked woman's face.

"THOU..." she broadcasts loudly, her voice raising clearly above the din of the bustling mall environment. "SHALL COLLECT OUR ROYAL NECTAR," she speaks each word slowly as if to an incompetent child while gesturing towards her pussy to clarify her point. "From OUR ROYAL....." she daintily reaches towards her crotch to place the index finger and thumb of right hand to rest before her vertical lips. "VAGINA!" She announces loudly, stretching her fingers to part the pink folds veiling her womanhood. "NOW does thou NOT UNDERSTAND? Her voice bellows with an air of finality.

"What are you on about?" Mina's **** servant replies before turning her back on the Asian pseudo-Queen. "Fucking loon...." you overhear the woman as she walks away.

"HALT KNAVE!" Mina commands to her back as the woman dissolves into the milling crowd.

"Thou shalt retrieve OUR SERVANT!" Mina turns her assigned mall guard casually leaning against a railing beside the bench-throne. You notice Lady Mina appears quite flustered, evident by her heaving chest and the spreading crimson tinted flesh from sculpted cheeks to glistening inner thighs from her continued embarrassment.

Chuckling to yourself, you turn your back on Mina's erotic character performance and look about to get you bearings. You pause and reflect on your next source of perverted amusement in this wonderful reality Charles has gifted you.

It appears your pursuit of Mina has led you to the high-end retail section of the upscale mall. You find yourself standing in an expansive 3 level atrium space, brightly lit from streaming sunlight filtering from the all-glass ceiling above. Designer beauty and clothing boutiques appear to pepper the concourse of the second level, with corporate offices on the third, (quite possibly Mina's), and upscale restaurants on the first.

Your stomach looses a long steady growl in response as you survey the almost absurd selection of eating establishments on display before you.

"Easy boy" you announce with a playful pat to your belly. "Guess I'll go with my gut" you smile, now stuck with the daunting task of actually choosing where to eat from all the fine dining choices before you.

"Ahhhhhh...." a mischievous smirk again settles on your lips. "I think this will do nicely" you state. Thrusting your hands into pants pockets you meander your way through the crowd towards Sakura Japanese Steak House.

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"Um, can I like, HELP YOU?" a melodic voice drenched in sarcasm asks from behind the hostess station before you. You find the words spoken through the pillow lips of the blonde haired blue eyed hostess; her intrusive voice wakes you from enjoying the aromatic **** wreaking havoc on your empty stomach.

"Did I really find the ONLY Japanese steakhouse with a FUCKING caucasian hostess?!?" You grumble to yourself with a heavy sigh.

"Like, EXCUSE me?" The twenty-something blonde exclaims, planting manicured hands on generous hips tastefully wrapped in a knee length pencil skirt of some glossy black material. 'Miranda' you deduce from the tacky name tag pinned to the crisp white tie-neck blouse of her otherwise elegant ensemble.

"Oh, nothing...." you mumble beneath the suspicious stare of Miranda's clear blue eyes. "I was just meeting some friends...." you reply, stepping around the elaborately carved podium to enter the inner restaurant and find something you can actually WORK with.

"YOU..." she asks, emphasizing her point by pointing a blood red lacquered tipped finger at your chest. "Want to dine.......HERE!?!" She continues, fanning the delicate fingers of her right hand before red painted lips in a poor attempt of stifling a giggle. "I think you had better be LEAVING young man" she finishes. Miranda then picks up a nail file and resumes sculpting the inch long nails of her left hand.

"Excuse me, is there a problem here?" You hear a pleasant alto at your back accompanied by the unmistakeable floral aroma of expensive perfume.

"Miss Tanaka!" Miranda squeaks, her body suddenly stiffens as wide frightened eyes focus on the woman now standing behind you. "No 'Maam" she responds hurriedly. You can hear the tremble in her voice as she skillfully conceals the nail file she had been flaunting before you moments before. "NO problem AT ALL" She continues, obvious fake smile now plastered on her quivering lips. "This GENTLEMAN" even now you can detect the disdain in her voice, "Was just LEAVING!" She finishes, emphasizing the last word with a threatening tone and murderous glare.

"Hmmmm, Miss Tanaka" your grin widens as returned confidence swells in your chest.

And in your balls.