Drunk and Shrunk – Last Trip to the Dish: Fishing for Treats

As they approached the entrance to Forbidden Dish, Pem took in the scenery. It was a huge place, built into a hill with multiple levels tiered like steps. The parking lot behind him was also very large and even though it was not quite Happy Hour, there was a decent amount of cars in the lot. The place had a classy, glitzy look to it and was flanked by groupings of palm trees.

He looked back at the girls – though both wore traditional dark skirts, Beth was wearing essentially a bikini top and Kylie was wearing essentially seductive lingerie, both exposing lots of cleavage and their midsections. “Aren’t you girls dressed kinda slutty for a place like this?”

 “Hmmpf”, said Bethany, “you should see what the servers wear.”

“Hey, I’m not complaining”, Pem said with a sheepish grin. He had to fight to keep from drooling.

 (Beth, Kylie)

Kylie couldn’t fathom trying to talk a man to try to convince him to be her treat. The thought of seeing a man at his regular size and then later as a tiny thing weirded her out. She’d only ever eaten tiny men that had been brought or given to her. Tonight, she was hoping to attract a higher volume of attention. As with Bethany’s, her top was made of black leather, albeit more open in the center, leaving a lot of sideboob exposed. “I’m gonna let it all hang out tonight and see if I can reel in a couple boy fishes.”

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Entering into Forbidden Dish, Pem looked around, taking in the spacious foyeur. To his right was a large stairwell leading up and there was also an elevator just to it’s side. An attendant stood near the elevator. In front of them was a hostess who greeted them politely. Her nametag read Rachael.

“Hello there, are you together?”, she inquired. When they nodded, she asked whether they had been here before and if they had reservations.

“We have and we do”, Bethany replied. “It’s Kylie’s twenty-first birthday today, so we’re here to celebrate.”

“Oh, how sweet. Happy birthday. Here to fill up on our distinctive cuisine?”, Rachael directed her question towards Kylie, “And did you bring your own treat? I’m pretty sure he hasn’t been here before”, she said in a tongue-in-cheek manner while eyeing Pem up.

Pem was impressed with what he considered to be an act on the hostess’ part. She plays her role well, he thought. I’ll go along with it. He began to speak, “No, I…”, before Bethany interrupted him.

“Pem is a friend of ours. You might as well give him a red bracelet though. It might be interesting to see if he gets any offers.”

“Ok”, Rachael said, than handed a red bracelet to Pem. “And I assume you ladies would like blue bracelets.”

“We would”, Kylie confirmed.

“What’s the red bracelet for?”, Pem asked.

“I’ll tell you when we get to our table”, Bethany whispered to him.

A cute young redheaded waitress came up to them. Rachael told them, “Here’s Scarlett. She’ll be your server today. She’ll take you to your table. Oh, and Scarlett, this young lady”, she pointed to Kylie, “is celebrating her twenty-first birthday today.”

As the three followed behind Scarlett, Rachael bade them all enjoy their visit to Forbidden Dish. Pem didn’t hear her – his attention was solely focused on the emptiness of the diamond-shaped figure between Scarlett’s rear end and the top of her thighs.

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