Now you're interested in the restaurant

"Okay, slut, I'm about to have a very important discussion." you tell to Cara. "During this time, I'd like you to worship my cock with your mouth. I want it to be entirely clean when I'm done."

"This stupid slut thought her master would never ask!" she answers, falling to her knees and crawling under the table. Almost instantly, you start feeling her lips and tongue on your shaft. It's delicious.

"Gabrielle!" you call. "I'd like to speak to the manager, please."

"What a coincidence." replies the redhead who, by another coincidence, was already standing right beside you, in your blind spot. "He already wants to talk to you. Phil! He's available!"

"Ah, good!" you hear a voice coming from a nearby room, followed by approaching footsteps. The door open, revealing a man somewhere between his mid fourties and his early fifties. Almost bald, you notice a crown of remaining red hair around his skull. He's reasonably overweight for someone working in the restauration industry, and dresses like somebody who doesn't care anymore. "Good afternoon!" he exclaims, extending his hand to shake yours. "Can I sit?"

"Sure." you answer, gesturing to the place in front of you, before shivering from a kiss its former occupant just gave to your glans. "Hmmm... Would it be okay if Gabrielle staid with us? I would really appreciate having her hanging around."

"I don't see any problems. It's her break time after all. It's up to her to decide wether she wants to spend it with us." the older man answers while taking the seat.

"Are you kidding! I want to join in and know what you're going to talk about." she replies, sitting to your left.

You immediately grab one of her tits and start fondling it. "And take a look at my little bitch sucking my dick, am I right?"

She giggles, not minding the groping at all, and answers "Yes, that too!" with her eyes focused on the brunette. "It's fascinating to watch."

Cara looks up at her, then down at what she's doing, blushing from the attention as she tries to swallow your balls while caressing your trunk.

You resume to the guy in front of you. "Anyway, Phil, I wanted to compliment you on the way this restaurant is handled, but I think it could be greatly improved with a few changes." The old man raises an eyebrow, intrigued, and you continue "I think you should diversify. Especially, you should double as a brothel-restaurant. All your waitress would also work as hookers and offer their sexual services as part of the menu."

His smile widen "Amazing! It's exactly what we planned to do! We planned to reveal it today to our customers with a first taste of our new business model."

"I was thinking about a new design for your waitresses uniforms. High heels, fishnet stockings, tiny skirts without panties underneath and short enough to show everything when they have to lean forward without bending their knees, Oktoberfest-inspired tops ending right below the chest and bunny ears."

This time, he frowns, showing concern. "It's exactly what the girls will have to change into in a few minutes. Did you catch a leak?"

You chuckle and pinch one of Gabrielle's nipples, making her yelp. "I just am lucky and have good intuition. It just proves it's an excellent idea coming from two different brilliant minds." You slide your hand along the redhead girl's hip and add "Something tell me it came from this pretty little bitch here, am I wrong?"

He blinks. Several time. "You're correct. Gabrielle always come up with really good and creative ideas of how to improve our business, and she's a naughty girl." You perceive pride in his voice.

"And being a prostitute has always been one of my fantasies." the young woman tells you.

"Aren't you two related?" you suddenly ask, kissing the waitress' neck. She bites her lips and shivers, guiding your hand toward her skirt.

"She's my niece." he nods. "But I raised her as my daughter."

"I hope you're wet and shaven down there." you whisper into the girl's hear, before sliding your fingers beneath her panties and starting to play with her clitoris and her labias, your other hand caressing Cara's hair. "I'm happy to see you're so open minded. Not all daddies would be okay with seeing their little princess become a whore or get fucked in front of them."

He laughs. "I'm not a prude, I have been young too and knows how it is." he simply waves.

"Anyway, I may have a few other suggestions, but there's one thing I'd like to talk about right now. It would probably be a good idea to have VIP customers allowed to order anything on the menu without having to pay a single buck. They should also be the only one authorized to fuck the girls without wearing a condom. And something tells me the videos of Cara and myself having sex in your restaurant are already going viral and should bring you a lot of customers, so we should both get a VIP status for the free advertisement."

Right at this moment, three highschool boys passed the door and one of them asked "Is it the place where you can come to fuck hot bitches?"

"He's right." Gabrielle replied, panting heavily as you were fingering her dexterously. "There are a dozen videos shot from different angles and all of them already gathered thousands of views. This one is about to pass the million." she added, showing the scene from a few minutes ago on her phone's screen. It was filmed from really close, you could see your ballsacks and Cara's boobs bouncing every time you penetrated her and her face was easily recognizable despite being deformed by a mixture of pleasure and shame.

"Nice. I bet you're the one who took it." you said to the redhead.

She bit your lower lips and played with it. "Hmmm... What are you gonna do if I am?"

"Maybe I'll fuck your brain out." you answer, planting your fingers deep in her. "If I get my VIP status."

"Aaaaaah! I think he deserves it, Phil!"

The older man nods yes. "Actually, I was about to make you this offer. That's why I wanted to talk to you."

"Great. So now maybe you should bring us the contracts while the girls change? It should take you just long enough for me to fuck my slut one more time." you suggest, freeing Gabrielle with her dripping juice covering your fingers.

"That's exactly what I was going to suggest." the manager answer, getting up at the same time that the waitress.