Making an Entrance

The low chatter of conversations and the drifting sound of a nearby piano floated across the restaurant, the lunchtime atmosphere as close and intimate as the daytime view of the city below was impressive. The quiet background noise was broken by the *ding* of the arriving elevator, but while the musical chime of the arrival didn’t cause a break in the background noise, the entry of it's occupants most certainly did. A hushed murmur spread through the nearby tables as heads turned to look at the pair that emerged from between the doors. “Pair” was the right term indeed; it was Laura Hart's globular tits that lead the way, jutting forward and defying gravity as she lead a a blindfolded James along.

“Okay Stud, we're here!” the superslut said when they stopped next to the Maitre D's stand, sliding off the tie covering James' eyes.

The probationary teacher raised his hand for a moment as the darkness was pulled away, blinking as he adjusted to the sudden light. His eyes widened as he looked around and immediately recognised the décor of the very same restaurant that Rachael had “interviewed” him in the week previously.

“Are you fucking kidding?!” he hissed as he leaned into the slutty gym teacher, his shock unable to beat his biological need to eye her awe-inspiring curves. While Rachael she had at least attempted to dress somewhat appropriately for the setting, the whorish outfit barely covering Laura was already getting comments from the nearby patrons, and from the look in her eye she was loving every single second of the attention.

“I couldn't resist!” Laura purred back as she pushed her chest out teasingly. “Reservation in the name of Hart.” she continued in a louder voice and flashed a dazzling smile at the brunette waitress who hurried over to the stand to greet them

“You!” the brunette gasped when she saw James, now being the only person in the room who's eyes went wide at the sight of him rather than Laura's gigantic tits. It took a moment for James' memory to recall the face of babe infront of him out of the veritable sea of stacked sluts he had encountered in the previous seven days, but he blushed a little when his brain finally dredged up the memory of inadvertently making Rachael squirt all over her about thirty feet from this very spot.

“Yes, I-” he started, before being interrupted by his companion.

“Oh wait, this is the girl Rachael told me about?” Laura interjected with a predatory smile as she looked over the waitress with a “Bekki” nameplate stuck on her head-dwarfing tit, eyes seeming to devour her abundant curves through the uniform that was struggling to contain them. “Hmmm...not bad. Not bad at all!”

The superslut PE teacher leaned in to Bekki and whispered something into her ear for a few moments; James couldn't hear what was said and was distracted by the sudden collision of their huge chests – he wondered if Bekki was really that big last time and how he hadn't noticed – but when they separated again the waitress had a huge grin on her face and was blushing a little.

“Table for two then? Follow me please.” Bekki said smartly as she looked between the pair, scooping up some menu's and starting to lead them across the floor. Instead of the private dining room she showed Jamed to previously, she took them toward a table near another door where the vague sounds of another party or gathering drifting was through from the other side.

“I think this will be perfect for you.” Bekki said, blushing again as Laura winked at her as she seated herself in one of the empty chairs.

“I'll be back to take your orders shortly” she said as James had seated himself too, beaming at the pair before turning on her heels and bouncing back towards the bar.