No Underage Customers Allowed: Violators will be Eaten - Relax, Don’t Do it

The up-tempo dance music was playing in the foyer and in the lines outside. No doubt, the dance club upstairs was thumping. In line, Jenny and her friends waited to get into the Club.

“What’s that song?”

“Invincible”, said Janet.

“I like it”, said Jenny. “Me too”, said Kathryn.

“Oh, they play a lot of good music here. Gets you in the mood, for sure”, said Anna.

While the lines were long for the entrance to the club and spa levels, it was more of a dribble here and there for folks entering the restaurant. After a few minutes of waiting and making small talk, Kathryn noticed a familiar face walking to the restaurant entrance.

“Mr. Dickerson?”, she asked, surprised.

Turning, a dark-haired, well-dressed thirtyish man turned abruptly to face them. Mr. Dickerson was her physics teacher, considered very bright in his field and somewhat youthful. Kathryn had a bit of a schoolcrush on him. The other girls regarded him as handsome.

“Kathryn”, he observed, smiling, than seeing more of his students, “girls. Nice to see you out on a Friday night.”

“Are you..do you..?”, Kathryn began.

“Oh, no, no”, he interjected, knowing what she was going to ask, “I’m meeting a couple friends here. We simply like the food here…and the ambience. Fear not, I’ll be presenting class next week.”

“Oh..”, Kathryn sighed, relieved, “we’re here for Jenny’s birthday.”

“Are you indeed. Well, happy birthday Miss Schwab. I hope it’s a happy one.”

“Thank you Mr. Dickerson”, Jenny said, shyly.

“Well, forgive me, but my friends are already inside waiting. Kat, perhaps I’ll see you inside?”

Kathryn nodded, he smiled, turned and left them to enter the restaurant.

“Oooh, he called you Kat”, Tatum chortled teasingly.

“Shut up”, Kathryn said, needling her in the ribs gently.

--

Minutes later, they had finally made their way to the front of the line. They interacted briefly with Rachel, the employee who was working the club/spa level entrance, and decided they would each get blue bracelets. Kathryn was undecided and said she would decide later if she needed a bracelet, which prompted a couple looks. As they bounded up the stairs, they didn’t notice the sign behind them. In bold letters, it proclaimed, “No UNDERAGE CUSTOMERS allowed. Violators will be EATEN”, the capitalized words in big bold print.

Ollie had watched them enter from a distance and then trudged over to get in line himself. After several minutes, he made his way into the entrance. He had worn his best clothes, which included a blazer and one of his pairs of dress slacks. Usually, he save these for church on Sundays, but he figured it would help him get in.

‘Relax’, by Frankie Goes to Hollywood had started playing.

“Well, hello there”, Rachel said, observing him, “can I see some id.”

“Uh…s.sure”, Ollie said unsteadily, handing the woman his fake id.

Rachel looked at the id and then back up at Ollie. He smiled nervously. She looked down again at the id. It looked valid. The boy looked no older than fourteen or fifteen to her. This had happened before and she was told to simply play along, but to alert staff if she suspected someone underage had entered the premises. They knew how to play this game too. Rachel decided to have a bit of fun with him

“My, you’re a young one, aren’t you? First time here, huh?”, she said, handing him back his id.

Ollie almost blushed, but tried to keep himself composed. “Yes. Uh, er, I guess. I, um, thought this place allowed eighteen year olds”, he said haltingly, trying to put his sentence together.

“Oh, we do - we do sweetie. Are you here with others? Meeting any friends?”

“Um, no.”

“Here alone, all by yourself?”, she asked, incredulously, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, um, I might have friends around upstairs. I’m not sure.”

“I see”, she said, looking him over again, “what color bracelet would you like?” She held up a pair of bracelets, one red and one blue.

Ollie couldn’t remember the girls talking about any bracelets and he was at a loss for how to respond.

“Um, uh, bracelets?”, he stammered.

“Yes dear, would you like a red one or a blue one?” She held each firmly out as she said this.

Ollie was unsure how to respond and a couple people waiting behind him were starting to look anxious. “Um…what are they for?”

Rachel laughed, then said matter-of-factly “the blue one is if you’re expecting to find dinner. The red one is if you’re expecting to be dinner. Which one would you like?”

“I…I don’t really want a bracelet.” He spied the stairwell with the sign up to the club entrance.

“You sure you don’t want to be eaten? You know, I have a break coming up soon..”, Rachel said raised her eyebrow again, smirking.

“Er, I’d just like to look around for a bit if..if that’s ok.” Ollie was beginning to sweat.

“Ok honey”, she touched his arm gently, directing him towards the stairs. She felt him shiver, “You can go ahead on up to the club level if you like. The restaurant is for people with reservations. You’re not old enough for that. Come back here if you change your mind, huh?”

Ollie quickly ran up the stairs.

-- 

Ollie couldn’t see his sister anywhere. He was sure that once he found her, she’d be upset, but atleast he’d be able to share in her birthday celebration. On the other hand, he was on the lookout to see a shrunken person, hopefully in the act of being eaten, if possible. After 20 minutes, hanging around the fringes of the dance floor, he had no success on either front. Just lots of people crammed onto the dance floor. All the tables around the periphery seemed taken as well, so there wasn’t a place for him to sit down and relax.

“Excuse me.”

Ollie felt a hand caress his shoulder gently as a pretty waitress skirted by him. She was a vision of sin to him, her way-too-tiny skirt barely covering her butt, her muscular, but well-toned legs entrancing him as she sauntered towards the bar. She smiled seductively back at him as she walked, catching him stare at her backside. She knowingly winked as he moved his eye level up to take in her gorgeous face, with it’s strawberry blond hair.

The waitress talked briefly with the blond barmaid. They both turned to look at him and then, the waitress was once again walking back toward him. He observed her t-shirt, which was black and featured in neon green print the words ‘I Swallow’, with a picture of luscious lips opposite a tiny man with an erection, scratching his head. Underneath this, her midriff was open, exposing a cute little belly button on her sexy abdomen. The belly button had a piercing with what appeared to be a glittering diamond. As she was about to pass by him towards the stairwell, she stopped and looked at him.

“My, don’t you look tasty. You know, a young fella like you should be traveling down to my tummy”, she flirted, rubbing her belly. She traced the path from her mouth down her neck and chest to her abdomen. Lindsay loved to eat men, especially the younger and more livelier ones. And she really liked teasing them first to plant the seed in their impressionable minds.

“Um…gosh…”, was all Ollie could muster as he looked up from her belly and met her smoldering eyes.

“Take care kid. Come find me when you’re ready to make your trip.” Without another word or reply from Ollie, she walked off down the stairs back to the restaurant level. Of course, Lindsay had three other little men in her belly already and it was still early in the night.

Ollie looked back towards the bar and the barmaid, having just fixed a customer a drink, looked up and seemed to be eyeing him.

A new song began playing  - Somebody's watching me (by Rockwell, Michael Jackson). Ollie felt he better find his sister quick. He was starting to get very self-conscious. He turned around and bumped into another barmaid.

“Jeepers young man. Please watch where you’re going”, the barmaid, a brunette with the nametag showing Danielle, scolded him. “You almost made me spill my drinks.”

“So…sorry miss”, Ollie yelped and quickly moved away. But wait a minute – was there a naked little man in one of them? It must have been his imagination. He thought he better get away from the crowd for a bit and gather his fraying nerves. Maybe, just maybe, his sister had gone to the third floor. Ollie headed down the hallway towards the stairwell. As he rounded the corner, he saw a long line of people, what appeared to be couples, waiting. As he cut through the line to get to the stairwell between levels two and three, he overheard a young couple that couldn’t be too much older than his sister.

“We’re gonna have so..much..fun..once I get you shrunk down,” the cute brunette said very slowly to the boy, elongating each word as she spoke. He seemed to be staring at her mouth with a glazed look in his eyes.

Ollie shook his head and continued up the stairs.

--

In the downstairs kitchen, Lindsay strolled into the kitchen.

Coming across the obviously underaged boy and his dear-in-the-headlights reaction to her had gotten her juices flowing. There were a lot of shrunken men in a few of the dishes. Most were near two inches tall, but there were a couple larger ones. In a large pot nor far away from them were the live glow squid, one of her favorite delicacies.

She reached down, abruptly picking one of the larger ‘cleaned’ men, and despite the little man’s flailing and shouting, pushed him onto her tongue, swirled him around in her mouth and swallowed. She was almost graceful in her movements as if all was done in one fluid motion. She pivoted to return to the restaurant floor, humming a catchy tune quietly to herself that she had heard from a commercial: “Yum yum yum, gimme some gimme some.”

As she was leaving the kitchen, the server Kara was entering. Lindsay smiled and gave her a knowing wink.

Kara bent down to carefully observe the shrunken men in the ‘cleaned’ dish. “Hi there little guys”, she waved at them, grinning wide.

  (Kara)

***