More naughty shenanigans at a fancy restaurant

"May I take a drinks order?" The smartly dressed waiter asks with a heavy foreign accent.

Despite Belle still having 4 free meals available on her card today, your 'dates' have instructed you to take them to a fancy expensive restaurant that's not participating in the Foodie scheme. You'll be paying for this one out of pocket, which just adds more salt to the wound.

The maître d had looked like he wasn't going to let you in, after he saw your slutty outfits, and the roll of condoms you keep tucked into your waistband, but then something seemed to make him change his mind. You suspect that he must recognize one of the two boys - perhaps one of them has a rich family, and has been here before.

In any case, you're now officially on a double date with Bo and Baz, two young trainers who are quickly becoming your least favorite people on the planet. Be it the first part of the video or the second part of the video that they end up sharing far and wide, they will have been responsible for the greatest ever damage to your public reputation, by far.

You shiver as you realize that there's no way of getting out of this situation without high definition video of your asshole being published to the world.

"We'll share two bottles of Johto wine". Bo says in an unnecessarily posh voice.

"Certainly, Sir." The waiter replies. "And are you ready to order your main courses?"

"Us two will have the steak." Baz says with a smirk. "These two ladies will have the undressed salad. They need to watch their figures, and stay slim for the cameras."

You grimace with frustration, and you can feel poorly hidden fury rising in Belle to your side. You place a hand on her leg to try and calm her.

The waiter nods and leaves.

"You two are really pushing it." You hiss, quietly enough that nobody else can hear.

"We've barely started." Bo replies, audibly pleased with himself. "You two have a lot of work to do if you want us to give this evening our stamps of approval."

"What do you want from us?" Belle asks, exasperated, still struggling to hide her upset at being **** to have an undressed salad for dinner after a frankly exhausting day.

"What isn't clear about this?" Bo asks, seeming a bit annoyed. "We want you to be our perfect little slutty dates. Is that really too much to ask? We want smiles. We want compliments. We want seductive eye contact. We want sexy flirting... And more. Look, if we have to tell you what to do, it doesn't feel as good. So if you can't come up with some good stuff on your own, then the stuff we tell you to do will be way naughtier than if you can just be good proactive sluts all by yourselves."

Belle furrows her brow. "I'm sorry, it's too much. I can't get myself in that sort of mindset right now. You two knuckleheads are just way too awful for me to pretend to like."

Baz shrugs, seemingly unfazed by the insult. "I guess you're gonna have to tell them what do to then." He says to Bo.

"Fine." Bo says. Sounding a bit disappointed. "We'll do it the hard way."

The waiter returns with two wine bottles and four wine glasses. He pops open one bottle and uses it to fill the glasses.

"Enjoy." He says, and then leaves.

"Okay." Bo says quietly after the waiter has left. "Get under the table and suck my cock."

"What?!" You are hissing in disbelief again.

"You can't work out how to satisfy us yourselves, so I'm making it up. That's what I said I'd do. Look, your backs are to the wall, and the table cloth will cover the other sides. Get under there, suck my cock, and then come back up and tell me how much you loved it."

There's an awkward pause.

"Both of us?" Belle asks, eventually. She's audibly feeling completely defeated.

"One of you take the shaft, the other one the balls." Bo says simply.

"Hey, what about me?" Baz complains.

"I'm the one who won the Pokemon battle and had the brains to get us in this situation." Bo says proudly. "It's only fair that I get priority."

"Fine." Baz says, unamused, but compliant for now.

I CANNOT believe this is happening. You think to yourself, as you and Belle check that the coast is clear, and then sneakily slip under the tablecloth.

Bo's cock is already out of his pants, and you find yourself rushing to get the head in your mouth, so that you don't end up with the task of sucking on his balls. That's a step too far for you, for now.

It tastes... Fine, you guess. Much like Blue's, it just tastes gently of sweat, and not much else. Belle obediently gets to work on Bo's nuts, and so now it's really happening - he's genuinely receiving a secret double-blowjob in a fancy restaurant. Lucky bastard.

You do your best to please him, nibbling gently on the tip and then working your mouth down the shaft. You become aware that Baz is discreetly masturbating himself to the side of you, but you can only see it just out of the corner of your eye.

"Say cheese." You hear Bo snicker, and then his phone appears under the table, and he snaps a quick photo of the two of you.

Bastard! You think, but he still has you over a barrel, and so you just keep submissively working on his shaft with your mouth.

A couple of minutes later, you hear the sound of crockery being placed on the table above your heads.

"The salads for the ladies, and the steaks for the gentlemen." The waiter says politely, seemingly unaware that you're less than a meter below him, sucking off the young man he's talking to.

"The steaks look perfect. The girls are in the toilets, but I'm sure they would say the same about the salads." Bo replies jovially.

You gently bite his shaft in retaliation.

"Oof!" He says out loud. "Sorry, just a bit of discomfort down there... I'm starving, you see! Can't wait to tuck in and swallow all this protein."

And then he promtly ejaculates inside your mouth, just as the waiter is walking away from your table.

When Blue had facefucked you, his semen had been deposited directly down your throat while you almost choked to ****. This time, the ropes of semen land happily on your tongue, forcing you to properly taste them. It's salty and sour and bitter all at the same time. But the message from Bo was clear - you are to swallow your protein.

You don't want to leave evidence of your dirty crime on the floor anyway, so spitting it out isn't a real option. So you draw what willpower you have left, and **** yourself to gulp it down.

Meanwhile, you hear some more clanking of plates above you.

"Wait until I tell you that nobody's watching." Bo whispers down to you.

"Okay, now." He instructs, a few moments later.

You and Belle swiftly return to your places.

"There's no way the waiter's not going to work out what happened." Belle hisses. "Surely. He's going to see we didn't come from the toilets."

Bo shrugs. "Maybe he'll suspect. But he won't be sure. Anyway, tuck in, girls. We've got a long night ahead of us, and you'll need your energy."

You stare down at the unappealing plate of green leaves in front of you. Despite Baz asking for undressed salads, you're pleased to see that the chef has added a little drizzle of something creamy to both yours and Belle's dinner. So at least it won't taste quite as bland as it would have.

Still, it makes your stomach growl with jealousy as you see the boys tuck into their big slabs of meat.

Belle, eyes lowered, starts silently eating her salad. So you do the same.

"This tastes weird." Belle complains. "What of dressing is this?"

You munch down on your first mouthful, and have to agree. It tastes familiar, but not very nice. And certainly not like any salad dressing you've ever had before.

"It's called 'Essence of Baz'." Baz snickers, with an evil grin.

No way.

Understanding dawns upon you - while you were busy finishing Bo off in your mouth, Baz had taken your salad plates under the table to your side, and pumped his own creamy 'salad dressing' all over them, and then replaced your plates while you were waiting for a safe moment to re-emerge.

Your salads are both covered in Baz's cum.

Your first instinct is to spit it all out, but Bo raises a commanding hand, and stares dominantly at you both.

"Eat it. Every last morsel."

You hear Belle gulp and swallow, but with tears in her eyes. You **** yourself to do the same.

And then you both obediently, submissively, prepare another mouthful on each of your forks.

This is so wrong.