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 As we read Jill passed out the actual menus that both elaborated on the one
adorning Amie's back and had additional items which obviously would not
have all fit.  As it was Amie's hands had to be cuffed far enough apart to
allow us to read between them.

   "Today's Specials:  

   The Boring Burger BBQ Pork Perfect Pizza Hot Dogs in My Buns  |  | V "

   "Hot dogs in her buns?  That sounds like a winner to me," I quipped;
clearly not realizing I should be taking this literally.

   "Oh she'll be happy to hear that," Jill said.  "Poor Amie's been hopping
around with those hot dogs in her buns for 20 minutes while we took our
time walking here."

   Amie turned to look over her shoulder and smiled around her gag.  I
couldn't quite tell if Jill was serious, but looking back on things so far
I assumed this was the case.  Amie leaned as far forward as she could
without tipping over and shook her bottom side to side.  I hesitated and
looked for some sign of approval, and then seeing no objections reached out
and cupped each cheek within my hands.    I spread it slightly open and saw
what could only be mustard used to lube.  I had to have one of these hot
dogs.

   You however were distractedly looking through the menu; although your
toes never did stop from rubbing against my cock.  I'm fairly certain
everyone could see.  Hell, at this point I hoped everyone could see.

   "I'm just going to have the Tower of Power Onion Rings," you informed
Amie and anyone that was listening.  Amie straightened up and smiled, said
something completely unintelligible, and shuffle/hopped back toward the
kitchen.

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   Into the awkward silence that followed I said, "So yeah.  What would we
have to do to get Amie into the action?"

   Jill replied, "Well you would need to ask her.  That would be entirely
her decision.  You would also need to wait about an hour and a half as she
is still in on shift."

   "Oh," I said.  I felt like I had accidentally crossed a line somehow as
the response seemed unusually stern.  I was a bit embarrassed.  I tried to
lighten the mood.  "So did I just order hot dogs that have been in her butt
while she goes around serving?"

   "You sure did."  Jill raised her eyebrow.  "I hope that was what you
wanted?

   "Very much so.  I'm looking forward to it."  Another awkward pause.  I
felt your toes slide away from me and saw you shift your body toward Jill. 
Around the edge of the table I saw your bare feet sliding up the inside of
Jill's right leg, and she moved her foot out a few inches to open her legs
for you.  As your toes met the apex of her legs her eyes sank to slits and
she drew a slow deep breath.

   "His question was only awkward because you and Amie have something going
on."  Jills eyes popped back open; although they were more wary than
angry.  "Don't bother denying it; my toes can feel just fine how wet you
are."

   The reflexive and yet unspoken denial died on her lips.  Clearly you
weren't going to make it easy on her.  I leaned forward and could see your
big toe drawing circles upon Jill's swollen clit.

   "It's not like that," Jill said without quite meeting either of our
eyes.  I assumed this was an attempt at denial.  Once again, however, you
were the more insightful one.

   "You have a crush on her don't you?"  Your relentless toeing of Jills
labia was apparently making difficult for her to deny anything.  Resigned
to the fact that you would keep guessing until you got it, Jill apparently
decided just to tell the story in its entirety.   

   "Amie started serving here at Thighhighs about 6 months ago.  She had
been hired directly after her first time in DarkBreeze and when the initial
rush wore off she became really nervous.  She almost backed out entirely. 
I...well, I guess I kind of took her under my wing.  I felt bad for her. 
And...well as you guess I was really attracted to her."  Jill slowly looked
up to meet our eyes at last.  "I wanted to see her in nothing but thigh
highs.  And so much more.  I spend the whole day walking around as a
guide.  Yes, it's fun.  I enjoy every minute.  But sometimes I wanted to be
the one getting the attention.  I wanted to be the one doing naughty things
that I wanted to do.  So she and I sat in here after her first shift; her
in just her thigh highs and me in the buff.  We chatted, had drinks, and
under the table I felt her bare foot come to rest on top of mine while we
laughed.  I returned the favor, and pretty soon both of our feet were
sliding up and down the other's legs until we both had toes inside the
other.

   -------

   "Over the course of the next week the fooling around progressed.  Amie
and I were fooling around every chance we got during our shifts; even
putting on little shows for those watching.  It was as though I'd awakened
something in her that had long been sleeping.  But she had done the same
for me.  It was obvious to everyone the attraction between us, and most
people assumed we were dating.  Unfortunately, this was bad for business. 
Customers didn't want to think the sexy girls they were drooling over were
already spoken for.  The boss gave us a "cease and desist while on shift." 
Since we never saw each other outside work, it all became nothing more than
winks and longing glances.  And of course, memories."

   We sat frozen; half staring at Jill and wholly unsure of what to say. 
Even your foot had stopped moving.  I reflected momentarily on the irony of
your having used your toes on her just now.

   "So you still have some strong feelings for her," you asked of our
guide.

   "Don't be silly.  It was just sex."  But there was no conviction in her
voice as she said this.  You gave her that knowing look once again.  She
didn't respond this time but merely gave a half smile that mixed chagrin
with wistfulness.  A tall, rather muscular man wearing an apron (and of
course black thighhighs) made his way down the small ramp to our table.   

   "Your food is ready.  Your server wished to know if you would like your
hot dogs on a plate or if you would like her to feed them to you directly. 
She has two red hots ready for you."

   I didn't need to look at Jill to guess the look in her eyes.  Looking
directly at the man in the apron, I replied, "On a plate is fine, thank
you."

   "He doesn't mean that," Jill burst out.  "I think he would like them fed
directly to him."

   I looked at her for what felt like an eternity before nodding resolutely
and replying, "She's right.  But since there's two, I want her to get the
first one."

   The look coming in my direction now mixed apprehension with visible
gratitude.  Apron man nodded and walked away.  Jill leaned in close; at
least as close as the table would allow without completely flattening her
breasts.   

   "You didn't have to do that you know.  This is your day.  I never should
have shared that."

   "Jilll you have made this into one of the single craziest and best days
of our lives.  Of course I had to do that."  Jill looked up sharply and
straightened in her seat.  I followed her gaze to see Apron Man and Amie
walking towards us.

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   "No more ball gag?"  I called to Amie as they approached.

   "Ha, no.  I'm nervous enough about this as it is without being able to
breathe on top of it."

   I was a little taken aback by this.  "I'm sorry; I mean I can order
something else."

   "No no it's fine.  Jill had told me how much fun you two were and we
were trying to think of something special for you for lunch and this was
what we came up with.  I do hope you're hungry though!"  Amie turned away
from me which left me almost eye level with her bottom.  And incidentally,
mouth level.  I was wondering exactly how this is going to work.

   Apron Man then asked you, "And where would you like your Tower of Power
Onion Rings?"

   "Uh, on the table is fine?  I guess?"  The confusion in your voice
closely reflected what I was feeling.  That lasted about five seconds as
Apron Man climbed onto the table in front of you, spread his legs, and
pulled aside the apron.  He had a massive cock aimed straight up.  It had
to be a solid 9 inches.  Adorning this "tower of power" was a stack of
onion rings.  Encircling his cock from top to bottom, they formed a neat 
little onion tower not unlike the ones served at Red Robin.  This one of
course differed in that it had a penis in the middle.

   You just stared with your jaw hanging open; completely unsure of what to
say.  I could not help but to laugh at the situation.  You glared daggers
at me and I did my best to stop.  I really did.

   "You can either eat around from the sides or come down from the top;
whichever you prefer.  No hands though - that would be cheating."

   I continued to just stare at this cock and I couldn't take it any more.
"And if you massage his balls you can get some sauce for them!"

   I was pretty certain I had pissed you off at this point.  With one last
look shot at me, however, you leaned in and put your mouth right over the
top and very gently used your teeth to pull some onion rings into your
mouth.  You looked at me with a "so there!" look on your face, and then
repeated the act.  This time you didn't take the ring right away but you
did take my suggestion and with both hands starting rolling his balls
between your fingers.  I could see by the side of your mouth that you were
licking the underside of his cock as you were doing this.  Apron Man was
responding to this already.  I could see his leg muscles tensing and he was
beginning to unconsciously thrust just a little into your mouth.
   Amie said, "Man, she really likes onion rings, doesn't she?"