We entered the restaurant and the maitre de welcomed us with a toothy smile, leading them to a booth in the back that was both secluded and at the same time commanded a pretty good view of the place.
Maracino's was as fancy as they came, the walls were a cream decorated with cherry red drapery that hung from the walls and amongst the polished darkwood tables. The floor was a carpet boasting some black and red tile design and the lighting gave the large room an intimate atmosphere. But it was the patrons themselves that caught my eye. The men were dashing and handsome in finely tailored suits and the women were drop-dead gorgeous. Everywhere I looked I saw voluptuous curves cradled in taut latex. Cleavage poured in abundance from every dress and all of the women had figures that could probably give a man a haemorrhage with the slightest wiggle.
One woman nearby caught my eye in particular, a stunning redhead. Her hair cascaded in auburn waves down her back and over her delicate shoulders, her slim waist ballooned into wide hips and a perfectly sculpted ass and her breasts were so big they rested on the table in front of her, yet still seemed perfectly round and perky. Her implausible curves were wrapped in an emerald green mini with a neckline that plunged to her naval, the light danced and pooled on the tight latex. Her face was a vision of beauty, wide green eyes and fluttering lashes above a small nose and full, pouty lips as red as her hair.
I looked over, hoping Haley hadn't noticed me starring only to find her ogling the redhead too. She caught my eye and we both laughed. Soon our waitress brought us our menus, she was a slim thing with golden blonde curls and long, sculpted legs and a black latex dress and black platform heels. The name traced in cursive on her breast was 'Rachel'.
"It's almost too much to take in." Haley gasped and adjusted her dress.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
"Are you kidding? of course I am! I used to lie up at night…" She trailed off, turning back to look over the sea of beautiful women, a hand on her chest, she looked at a loss for words. Finally she turned back and took my hand in hers, "Thank you so much for this, Joey."
I could feel my face reddening, and gave her hand a squeeze, "Hey no problem, I'm enjoying it too."
"I'll bet you are, perv." They both laughed.
Haley opened her menu and her eyes widened, "Oh my god, look at the price of this stuff!"
"Don't you worry, it's my treat." I winked and twisted my ring, then opened my own menu. The prices were incredible, and under normal circumstances I would have ended up using my tuition to pay the bill. And the food seemed almost alien to me. We made fun of the pretentious names of the dishes as we puzzled over what to order.
Rachel re-appeared a moment later, "Are you ready to order?" She asked in a delicate, sing-song voice.
I replied, trying not to stare at her lovely blue eyes or her plump, wet lips, "I will have the chicken breast in a white wine sauce and the lady will have the fillet mignon." I handed her the menus and Haley ordered a bottle of wine and an basket of garlic bread, I raised an eyebrow and she shrugged, "We may as well go all-out". I couldn't argue with that.
The waitress was back almost as soon as she had left, bringing a bottle of white wine which she poured into two glasses. "Too your strange and amazing fetishes." I said as we clinked glasses, she laughed and we drank. I had never been a fan of wine, but found this stuff to be sweet and smooth.
"So." Haley said, putting down her glass.
"So." I replied.