A late night restaurant

As she reached the open door, Sir Gin offered a hand to help her out that Vyki graciously accepted. Once finally standing she went to smooth her dress down and realized it had slid up high enough to fully expose her panties and bottom of her corset. She frantically pulled the hem down as Sir Gin closed the door behind her. With it finally fixed, she stood up and found herself now surrounded by the men as Doc Mock had come around as well. With Sir Ian and Mr. Lance in front of her, and Sir Gin and Doc Mock behind her she found it odd for them all to be around her just to see her inside her home. However, as she looked up and around, she realized she was not anywhere near home.

Looking around, Vyki saw they were in the parking lot of a local eatery. Nothing extremely fancy or run down, just an Americana type place that stayed open late to get the after-bar crowd. Even though it was Halloween night, the parking lot was not overly full with it being early Monday morning.

“We always come here after a night at the club to kind of relax and wind down,” Sir Ian announced seeing her rather surprised face. “Trust us,” Sir Gin continued from behind her, “it will help get your mind calmed down.” Vyki nervously nodded her head not really sure what they were up to. Mr. Travis then announced, “Let’s go in; I’m starved,” as he and Sir Ian turned to walk in. When Vyki hesitated to move, Sir Gin gestured her forward and said, “after you, dear.” Vyki realized the two men were still waiting behind her and she quickly shuffled forward to catch up with the others, hearing her heels click against the parking lot’s pavement.

As they walked closer to the front door and she continued to look around, she realized she clearly toward over them. These men were not small by any standards, her heels were just putting her on that much of a pedestal above them. Paul’s height had always made him feel powerful, or safe in most situations, but Vyki was feeling exposed and highlighted. She thought she should feel in control or able to direct them, but she was clearly being guided and surrounded by the men. She was oddly thankful for their protection, but she was concerned how dependent she was feeling on them.

As Mr. Travis held the door open for them, Sir Ian took the lead in followed by Vyki and the other men behind her as they again took positions around her once inside the establishment. “Welcome back, gentlemen!” the bubbly waitress announced as they entered “your usual spot, Ian?” she directed toward the man in front. “Yes, thank you, Tiffany,” Sir Ian responded as she led them back to a quieter area of the restaurant. As they walked back, Vyki couldn’t help but feel more self-conscious again in her revealing dress especially in contrast to the waitress. She was dressed in a practical collared shirt, black slacks, simple apron, and sensible shoes with her blonde hair held back in a neat ponytail. Standing nearly a foot taller than her, Vyki felt even more exposed and outlandish.

Upon reaching the table, she was almost grateful to see Sir Ian pulling out a chair and gesturing for her to sit down. At least the table and chair could provide her some coverage, Vyki reasoned. The 4 men then sat in the chairs around the circular table as Tiffany removed an extra to give them more room.

Sitting down and able to look at the waitress a bit more, Vyki was surprised to see she was not as young as she once thought. Definitely younger than Vyki, it was clear she was definitely well into her 30s at least, but that was only after examining her features closely. Her smile and bouncy nature clearly gave a youthful and exuberance of a college age beauty. As she stood up, Vyki couldn’t help but reflect on Tiffany’s breasts as they were at her eye level. They appeared rather large on her shortened frame but with her generic, loose shirt, it was easy to assume it was an overly large frame, but when examining the waist of her pants, you could see the belt was grasping onto a very small frame under the loose clothing.

Sir Gin was the first to speak up as he said, “get our usual shot line and drinks, Tiff, and we’ll go from there.” Sir Ian spoke up, “just coffee for me; I gotta drive.” Mr. Lance was noticing Vyki’s languid movement and said, “and get our friend here an Energy Iced Tea; she could use the pep.” Tiffany giggled and nodded at that, “gotcha! Anything else before I get those drinks going.”

Vyki couldn’t help but notice the girl’s jiggling chest as she giggled and wondered if hers were that mobile. Looking down at herself, Vyki couldn’t help but realize the shorter lady’s real chest was probably similar in size to her fake chest. Vyki thought she was being discrete but was disillusioned of that as she heard the waitress lean down in her ear, “I love your dress too! You look so hawt!”

“Alright, I’ll be back in a moment,” Tiffany announced as she walked away.

Vyki blushed profusely at the waitress’s comment, but it seemed no one noticed as the guys got into some ongoing topic they had been debating about a recent upcoming movie. Vyki had heard about it some, but was obviously not as passionate about it, and was happy to sit back and let them discuss among themselves while she tried to figure out how to get out of here.

The conversation & Vyki’s inner dialogue was interrupted as Tiffany returned with a tray of shots and a coffee pot & mug. Putting down a dark honey collared shot in front of three of the men, Vyki was surprised to see a shot glass covered in a large dollop of whipped cream placed in front of her. She was perplexed by what they expected from her as she heard the mug getting filled in front of Sir Ian. Tiffany could see the look of surprised **** on Vyki’s face and realized she may have misunderstood, “oh! I’m sorry! Is she one of the ones that charges extra for public performance again? I’m sorry, I can take it back.”

Doc Mock chuckled and said, “no, no, nothing like that. I think she just hasn’t done a Blow Job before.”

“Wha?!?” Vyki looks at him in surprise. Wondering how he would know.

“I figured an experience lady like yourself had done blow jobs before,” chimed in Mr. Travis.

Vyki perplexed by the line of questioning and trying to figure out what this had to do with the situation she responded with honesty, “well, ya, but....”

“Shot, honey,” Tiffany said placing her hand on the other girl’s shoulder. “It’s a Blow Job Shot.” Vyki looked up at the waitress feeling more confused. “You never done one of these shots before?” Vyki just shook her head. “Oh wow! They’re delicious and fun!” Tiffany responded and then in a sidelong comment loud enough for the table to hear, “and gets all the boys worked up.” Vyki turned to look at the grins of the men sitting around the table. “Hold on, I’ll get one I can do an example with you,” Tiffany said as she quickly scampered off to the bar.

Vyki couldn’t help but look at the mound of white cream with the thick brown liquid below it and the men around the table. Here she was playing the flirtatious subby girl all night in the transparent dress, so of course she’d do crass named shot for them right. Looking at the four men glaring at her, she felt oddly trapped even though there was nothing holding her there other than she had nowhere else to go.

Vyki’s thoughts were interrupted again by another shot glass being placed on the table next to her with cream above it. “Unfortunately, I can’t do **** while on the clock so mine just has cream under the whipped cream, but let's do this, girlfriend.” Tiffany said, grabbing Vyki’s attention. “It's real simple: just put your hands behind your back, open wide over the whipped cream, wrap your lips around the glass, and then throw your head back, enjoy, and swallow.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Mr. Lance spoke up, “I’m sure Vyki is a good girl that always swallows.” Which just added to Vyki’s blushing as she was always a good cum slut that swallowed.

Tiffany just rolled her eyes at the lame comment before turning back to Vyki, “you’ll probably want to put your hair up or hold it back; also, I find it easier to stand up, but it's up to you.”

“K,” Vyki said feeling like she had no way out of this. Gently pushing her chair back, she considered using a hair tie on her wrist, but was afraid to not look proficient at it so just held her hair back as she stood up.

“Alright,” Tiffany said leaning over her own faux shot, “On the count of three we’ll do it together, hun.”

“K,” Vyki responded again apprehensively as she stuck her butt out to lean over with the corset to get down to the height of the table. Looking at the ominously covered shot glass she could see it beginning to drip on the table next to it and was worried how messy this would be.

But she couldn’t wonder long as she heard from next to her, “1... 2... 3” seeing Tiffany’s head moved down, Vyki knew it was now or never and opened her mouth wide feeling the tip of the cream touch the top of her mouth as she could taste the soft sugary texture on her tongue before feeling the hard glass. Closing her lips around the glass container, she quickly stood up and through her head back feeling the cool creamy taste go down her tongue and slip into her throat as the table erupted in cheers and applause.

Feeling the contents completely empty, Vyki leaned back over and placed the glass back on the table before releasing it from her lips as she stood back up. Looking around she could see the wide grins of the table and applause as well as Tiffany’s enthusiastic grin and applause as she held her empty glass. Vyki could feel a little lightheaded from the quick movement but couldn’t deny the drink did taste good as she glowed from the praise around her, she couldn’t help but smile widely herself. However, as she looked around, she could see from her elevated position there were several people looking over their way to see what the commotion was and Vyki quickly found her way to sit back down demurely next to the table.

“Very good,” Doc Mock said encouragingly, “but you let a little drip out,” he continued pointing out the loose cream on the table. Feeling compelled not to waste any, Vyki wiped up the drops with her finger and brought them to her mouth to lick it off before sucking the remains.

“Damn, that’s hot,” Tiffany said watching Vyki. Vyki suddenly realized what it looked like she was doing and slowly moved her finger out of her mouth as another waiter came up behind them with a tray of drinks. “Oh, thanks!” Tiffany said distributing around the drinks and placing something that looked like flavored tea in front of Vyki. Wanting to try to just get out of the running topic, Vyki picked up her glass and took a sip through her straw. “Wow! That’s really good,” Vyki said impressed by the flavor as she didn’t realize how thirsty she was and was quickly downing down half the glass.

Tiffany took the men’s order and then asked Vyki if she wanted anything. Vyki was about to decline but realized she hadn’t really had anything but stuck with a salad to stay in character. With that out of the way and the commotion from earlier done, the guys returned to their earlier conversation and Vyki was glad to stay out of it as she sipped her drink. Before she realized it, the drink was empty, but her body was notifying her her bladder was full. The guys barely acknowledged her as she excused herself quietly from the table while she went to go find the restrooms.

Learning her lesson from earlier, Vyki deftly went into the ladies’ room without issue and was thankful to find it empty. Sitting down to take care of her business was still odd but was done thankfully easily. Seeing the scratched-on graffiti dispelled her assumption that it was only men’s room that crass wording on the bathroom walls. One posting of “for a good time call...” got her wondering if she could call to get rescued from this situation.

Standing up to repair her dress she found it odd that she stumbled on the way to the wash basin but chalked up to the small tiles of the floor against her heels. Looking at herself in the mirror, she was glad Katie’s work was still largely sealed in place, but some lipstick had smeared around, and her eyes were looking a little worn not to mention her wild mane. She was at least able to wipe up the errant colors and clean herself up a bit, but she only seemed to succeed in teasing her hair up further when she tried to settle it down. However, as she stood there staring at herself, the bright lights clearly exposing her nipples and allowing her thong to shine through, she felt resolved to find some way out of here.

Hearing the door begin to open she quickly turned to make her way out as two seemed to stare at her as she walked quickly out into the restaurant. She remembered seeing a phone at the bar as she passed by earlier and as she approached the bar she saddled up to the bar and smiled at the tender. As he approached her, he commented, “that was quote a show earlier with that shot; was that really your first?”

Vyki’s eyes went wide with recognition, “God, you saw that?”

The bar tender chuckled think that ever man saw the scantily clad read head standing up to do a shot, and just nodded “ya.” He ventured a bit further, “want another?” He was sure he could get a few of the guys to pay for it and probably tip him well.

“Um, actually, I was wondering if I could use your phone,” Vyki asked dodging the question. “I need a ride.”

“Oh, sure,” sliding the phone over, “you came in with those guys right; you, okay? We can keep them away from you if they’re not safe.”

Vyki contemplated making a story up about them, but they really hadn’t done anything overtly bad, “no, I’m just done for the night and need to get home.”

“K, well, let us know if you need anything,” the bartender said stepping back slowly to keep an eye on her but give her space.

“Will do,” Vyki said as she reached for the receiver. Now the question is who to call. Normally the only number she even remembers any more is Molly’s but she’s probably out for the night. Most everyone else’s is in her phone, so she doesn’t have to remember them. There is a cab company on the phone, but she’d have to talk them into payment when she got there. Oddly, Richard’s number from earlier in the day actually popped in her head. How in the world did she remember that? However, that made her remember the paper in the hotel from Lou before. He had written out his number on it for her, wracking her brain, it was suddenly in overdrive, and she actually got his number, too... she thinks.

Who else could she call though?