[Episode 175190] [Episode 175190]The oldest man {...in decent enough shape for a guy his age; he didn’t sit as much as two of the others. He wasn’t as bald as the Old Man.} patted ‘Ranko’s’ right buttock, and with a knowing smiled said, “We understand. The deluxe order of prime sushi all around.” His underlings all said, “Hai!”
“And what kind of sushi is that, Sir?”
“The chef knows, I’m certain.” This time his pats came closer to ‘his groin. {Ranma got wetter. That was ‘Ranko’.)
“And for drinks? I’m sure we have anything you want, ‘he’ presented it like a spokesmodel. The men, though, didn’t take their eyes off ‘his’ boobs. They were still ogling, leering, and making suggestive comments as ‘he’ attempted to write down their orders. ‘He’ had to finally have them print out the mostly un-Japanese names for ‘him’. {Hey, ‘he’ heard even the English have trouble spelling their own damn words.} The men chuckled and accepted that “a girl like her had to be an airhead”. {That somehow pleased ‘Ranko’; it wasn’t criticism. ‘He’ got enough of that in ‘his’ life.}
Armed with the codes to the mix cards, ‘Ranko’ headed for the bar...up on the balls of ‘his’ feet, in strappy heels. It was a good thing ‘he’ was a girl, then. Being extra high, they sort of hurt more. But where it did, ‘his’ shaved, silky form was reshaped from toe to neck; made curvier; more sexy. For a girl. These men certainly thought—and said so in many ways—‘he’ was hot stuff. {‘His’ bikini bottom was getting soaked from the inside. And her uncovered nipples were getting hard.}
The bar did nothing to hide those shapely legs of ‘his’ {One who lived for techniques, ‘he’ positioned them in the ways that best presented them.} The bar top was crystal clear plastic, so even a man standing could see ‘his’ camel toes. There was a floor-to-ceiling mirror behind ‘him’ that gave the men an excellent view of ‘his’ behind. The mirror automatically opened up when drinks were reached for; and automatically closed again. Having ‘his’ backside disappear brought the customers’ attention back to ‘his’ rear assets when it appeared in the mirror again.
Two of the men {the fatter ones} preferred to watch ‘him’ wiggle ‘his’ ass as ‘he’ mixed the drinks with all the flourish as ‘he’ sliced-and-diced stir fry {but slowly}. The others stared at ‘his’ nude boobs as they wobbled and bobbled in the direction opposite their arm. {When ‘he’ did two things at once, they played with each other. Talk about a show; the men did.}
When ‘he’ was done exercising ‘his’ skills, ‘his’ flesh had a bit of a glow. Shining the most was sliding down her inner legs from beneath her bikini bottom.
(Posted Fri, 20 Oct 2006 03:58)
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