Order in the Food Court

As Ramona walked through the mall, she couldn't help but feel the many ideas swimming her head. She could easily go into a clothing department or jewelry store. However, she stopped when she noticed a Five Guys spot next to her. She had found herself in the mall's food court.

This gave her an idea.

“Old Rule: The mall has sexy restaurants and fast food places that serves food and various fetishes. The names reflect the fetishes.”

Once she finished writing, Ramona looked up at her handiwork. Instead of Five Guys, the sign now said Five Femguys.

Ramona grinned mischievously as she made her way into Five Femguys, curious to see what kind of "fetishes" the restaurant offered besides the obvious play on words. The air was filled with the scent of sizzling meat, and she couldn't help but feel a tingle of excitement at the prospect of indulging in some delicious food, though se was still too shy to engage with her fantasy.

***

Harvey and Steve arrived at the food court. To them, and everyone else, the sex theme the fast food restaurants had were normal and always had been there. The two friends sat at a table as they looked around at the normalized sex scene.

"What are you thinking of getting?" Steve asked. "Catboy Chick-Fil-A or Monstergirl McDonald's?"

Harvey shrugged. "Eh, Monstergirl McDonald's sounds nice. The girls there are nice. What about about you?"

Before Steve could answer, a woman in a FemDominos uniform carried a box of pizza to their table. She wore a tight blue blouse that hugged her curves along with a small miniskirt, fishnet stockings, and high heels. She gave a confident smirk at the two. Her name tag said Helen. "That will be $15 for the large cheese pizza with the creamy surprise."

Harvey blinked at the box and turned toward the woman. The pizza smelled good though he was surprised that this woman assumed they wanted the pizza. "We didn't order the pizza," he said, trying to sound as confident as possible.

Helen wasn't having any of it. "Yes you did, you slut. And for that, you're also getting Spanked Buns. That will be $20 total."

Harvey blushed. He wasn't a slut... at least, he didn't think so. But with how Helen stood over them, all the confidence he once had sputtered as he glanced down. If Helen said he was a slut, who was he to question her? "Um, do you accept cash or card?" he asked, his voice now softer than before.

Helen's eyes sparkled as she crouched and leaned in closer to Harvey. "Oh, we accept all forms of payment, darling. Cash, card, or... other arrangements," she purred, her hand brushing against his thigh in a tantalizing caress.

Harvey felt a shiver of excitement run down his spine at the touch, his cheeks flushing red. He fumbled for his wallet, his hands trembling slightly as he pulled out the bills to pay for the unexpected feast that had been thrust upon them.

As he handed the money to Helen, she flashed him a wicked smile, her gaze lingering on him.

Steve spoke up. "Hey, I only see the pizza. Where's the Spanked Buns?"

Helen's smile widened at Steve's question. "Oh, don't worry, sweetheart. The Spanked Buns are a special surprise that comes after you've finished your meal," she explained. Her eyes traveled to Harvey's bottom. "Eat and be good. I'll be back."

***

Denise tapped her foot as her boyfriend looked down at the menu. Gosh, why did her boyfriend had to be so picky? "Come on, Mark, just order already," she whispered.

Mark sighed as he looked at the Milf Denny's menu. He glanced at a waitress with a bulging pregnant belly walking past their table. As much as he didn't like the food, the staff were easy on his eyes. "In a second, babe. I'm just looking for something worth my money."

"Well, how are doing?" asked their waitress, Betty, as she walked toward their table with drinks. She, like the rest of the staff, had a maternal look. "Are we ready to order?"

Denise shook her head. "No, he's still looking," she said, though she suspected he was staring more at the staff than at the menu.

Betty's smile never wavered as she set the drinks down on the table, her eyes flickering with a knowing look as she turned her attention to Mark. She leaned in close, her cleavage tantalizingly on display as she addressed them. "Having trouble deciding on what to order, sugar?" Helen purred.

Mark's eyes flicked up from the menu, momentarily entranced by Helen's curves. Denise shot him a warning glance, but he seemed too captivated by Helen's presence to notice. "Uh, yeah. We're just... still deciding," Mark mumbled, trying to tear his gaze away from Helen's ample bosom.

Helen's lips curled into a knowing smile as she straightened up, her gaze lingering on Mark for a moment longer before turning to Denise. "Well, I'll give you a little more time to decide. But trust me, whatever you choose, it's going to be a real treat," she winked, her voice low and tempting.

Denise couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the way Mark was ogling the waitress. However, she couldn't deny the mommy energy that Helen had. If she didn't know better, Denise would have guessed that Mark had a thing for moms. As Helen sashayed away, Denise turned to Mark with a raised eyebrow. "Really? Staring at the waitress now?" she quipped. Her tone told him she was more amused than annoyed.

Mark cleared his throat, looking slightly sheepish. "I... uh, I wasn't staring. I was just... appreciating the... service," he stammered, his cheeks turning pink.

Denise chuckled, shaking her head. "Sure, sure. Just make sure you appreciate the menu when you order, okay?" she teased, reaching across the table to playfully tap his hand.

"I know," he said, running his eyes through the menu for what felt like the hundredth time. "But it seems like this menu is designed to treat me like a baby."

Denise rolled her eyes. "You did ask for the kid's menu." She took a sip from her drink. "If you don't order soon, I swear I'll order something for you."

Which restaurant do we follow?

1) Five Femguys

2) FemDominos

3) Milf Denny's

4) Other