“I can’t believe we’re doing this!” Cassidy squealed.  The tiny blonde tightened her grip on the lip of Beth’s blouse pocket.

Beth, the full-sized woman, swallowed a couple of ant-acid tablets with a gel capsule, then looked down at her tiny lover.

“We’ve been talking about it for two months, Cass,” the larger woman said.  She absently tucked a shoulder length tress of black hair behind her ear.  “I’m past the point of disbelief, now I’m just salivating in anticipation.”  Beth sucked a wet breath between a pair of pillowy red lips.  The burble of pooling saliva highlighted the truth of her words.

“You’re always salivating,” Cass said, rolling her eyes.

“Only when I think about… that thing we have planned for tonight,” Beth said evasively, glancing towards the front seat.  She softened her voice almost to a whisper.  “Or when I think about what I want to do with you when we’re alone.”  She licked her lips suggestively, but was startled out of her musings before things could escalate.

“We’re here, ladies,” said the grizzled old man driving their taxi.  “If you get out here, that’ll be $32.60, but if I were you, I’d let me take you home.”  The old man was looking at the dimly-lit warehouse on the east side of Soho, in Lower Manhattan.  There were a couple of men in dark suits, wearing sunglasses after dusk.  They stood to either side of a reinforced fire door that led into the building, but there was no other sign of life on that side of the block.  There were no cars, no work vans, not even an overflowing garbage can or stray piece of litter.  “There are much livelier places to be than here on a Saturday night.  Besides, I know I said I might be able to wait for you, but this block has me clenched tighter than my mother shaking a shoe, and she’d have to come back from the grave to do that again.  So, whaddaya say?  Can I take you somewhere nice?”

Beth laughed.  “Thanks gramps, but we’re getting out here.  We know what we’re getting into, and it’s just private, not dangerous.  If you’re around and still on the clock, we should be done in a couple hours.  Feel free to swing back then, if you’re light on fares.”  She passed the cash to him with a hefty tip and a wink, then swung open the door and stepped out onto the sidewalk.  She made sure to keep a hand over Cassidy and her pocket as she got out of the cab.  The little woman could handle herself, but Beth didn’t want anything bad to happen to Cass, especially not due to an assumption or simple oversight.

Despite the dim lighting along the warehouse, the door itself and the space immediately before it were lit by a harsh, white, overhead light.  As Beth walked towards the door, the faint rumble of the taxi pulling away served as a soft counterpoint to the feeling of her chest vibrating, as her pocket minx tried and utterly failed to contain her excitement.

“What do you think they’ll be like?” Cass asked in a rush.  “Do you think they’ll be sexy?  I really want them to be sexy.  Ooh, what flavors do you think they’ll have?  I know we opted for the ‘sweet tooth’ package, but are we talking chocolate and whipped cream, or strawberries and cream, or peaches and cream?”

Beth chuckled, and patted her girlfriend lovingly on the head.  “You really seem to have cream on the brain.”

“It’s ‘cause I’m so excited, I’m a touch away from creaming my panties!  And I didn’t wear any!”

Beth face-palmed.  The stoic suits definitely heard that declaration.  Sure, Beth had also opted for a skirt, sans panties - which had made her initially hesitant to sit in the cab, though with her skirt a few fingers past knee length, she just paid extra care to keeping it between her nethers and the seat - but that didn’t mean she was screaming her impropriety from the rooftops.

Both of the suits stood stationary, their hidden gazes seemingly directed out along the block.  Without turning to look at Beth, one of them spoke.  “Ma’am, this is private property.  I’m going to have to ask you to move along.”

“Right, the pass-phrase!  Tell him the pass-phrase!” Cass said, her words half excited, half in awe at the clandestine nature of the meet.

“Right,” Beth hissed under her breath.  “What was it again?”

“Beth!” Cass whisper-screeched, a look of horror on her tiny, cute-as-a-button face.  “You’re supposed to mention ‘a cornucopia of sapphic delights!’”

“Oh, yeah,” Beth murmured, and spoke up to the suits.  “A cornucopia of sapphic delights,” she said, pitching the last word up into a question.

The suits turned their heads to look at each other, and shook them in unison.  Cass just slapped her palm against her face.

“You’re supposed to mention it casually!” Cass groaned.

“That’s not the sort of phrase you just use casually!” Beth argued.  “Cornucopias are rarely mentioned even around Thanksgiving, and I can’t remember the last time I heard anyone say ‘sapphic delights’ in any context!”

The suits had resumed their original, near-motionless positions, and the one who hadn’t yet spoken chimed in, stopping the runaway conversation before things could get even more awkward.

“Please approach the door.  Stand in the light, and look straight ahead.”

Beth not-so-surreptitiously wiped her hands on her thick skirt, and little Cass pumped her fist into the air.

“One step closer to heaven on Earth,” Cass cheered.

“And one step closer to dinner,” Beth agreed.  “I haven’t eaten all day, and I’ve been drinking water to help expand my stomach to eat as many as I can.  I can’t fucking wait.”  Beth stepped up to the reinforced door, the shine off its reflective surface fighting with the overhead brilliance to determine which one would blind her first.

“Neither can I,” Cass sighed, “but it looks like there’s at least one more red-light before sweet, sweet love can come to pass!  Fuck, I’m dripping like a faucet here just thinking about it.”

Beth rolled her eyes, and waited for something to happen.  A minute later there was a crackle of static, and a flat, almost robotic voice asked, “Name of your reservation?”

Beth blanked a moment, her mind racing to think past the anticipatory haze before finally finding traction.  It was a moment later before she remembered the user name she’d paid for tonight under.

“Bitch’n Sundance,” Beth said.

“Worst.  Username.  Ever.” Cassidy complained.

“And what was your idea again?” Beth asked quietly, as she again brushed a shoulder-length lock of her black hair behind her ear.

“Perfect Mouthful!” Cassidy cheered.  “It just works for us, both on the filling, and being filled side of it.  Come on, you can’t tell me it’s not perfect!”

“I can, and I did,” Beth said.  “You just have too much enthusiasm to listen for your own-”  Beth trailed off as a loud, electronic buzz sounded at the door.

The electronic voice spoke over the buzz of the electronic lock.  “Please enter.”

Beth wasted no time and pushed her way inside.  Or tried to.  It took two tries with the agitated lock buzzing away at her before she realized she should try pulling.  That time the door opened.  With the last major obstacle out of their way, Beth practically bounced inside, only to stop short.  It was… not what she expected.  She had made this reservation two months ago, after she and Cassidy made their first foray onto the dark web, to see if they could make their fantasies a reality.  They had found a sort of clandestine restaurant that catered to individuals with… unique tastes.  Between the cost and the location, Beth’s expectations had wavered back and forth between a high class restaurant that pulled out all the stops, swarmed by the rich and famous and their closest personal assistants, all indulging their socially deviant tastes in secrecy.  That had rapidly vacillated with the idea of a run-down old warehouse, grungy and off-putting to dissuade people from getting the right idea.

Beth had not expected the small, but comfortable foyer she found.  Nor had she expected to find the room decorated in a heavily Japanese style.  There was a small, carved greeter’s podium, behind which stood a woman in full geisha make-up.  She wore a beautiful black kimono with a gently-flowing sakura pattern.  She stood calmly, with a knowing smirk on her face.  The room was energetically caressed by the etheric twang of shamisen music.

“Welcome, ladies, to the Establishment.”  The hostess bowed, and spoke in a clear, soothing voice, with just a hint of a Japanese accent.  “I am pleased to announce that your reservation is ready for your enjoyment.  Before we proceed to your feast, we must have a brief discussion to ensure you understand the rules of the Establishment, including those specific to your particular culinary experience.”

Beth nodded.   “That sounds fine to me.  I don’t want to break any rules.  Right Cass?”

Beth glanced down when her tiny girlfriend didn’t answer, and saw the tiny nympho staring at their hostess.  Beth had forgotten how much of a thing Cass had for traditional oriental women, particularly of Japanese descent.  Sometimes she wondered whether that obsession stemmed from the tiny’s otaku lifestyle, or was the cause of it.  Either way, Beth was sure the little minx would do whatever it took to get inside an oriental girl - within the rules of their relationship, of course.  Generally speaking, that just meant that Beth would be involved in the hypothetical trust.

“Let us begin with the rules of the Establishment,” their guide said, focusing Beth’s attention back on the patient woman.  “While you are on our premises and operating within the scope of your reservation, your safety is guaranteed.  To that end, I will ask your tiny friend to wear this during her stay here.”  

The hostess held up a small, thick, red rubber band.  She handed it to Cassidy, who tugged it forcefully onto her wrist, where it sat snugly like a large bangle or small bracer.  Beth could barely make out the ‘VIP’ molded into the material.  “This band will allow our staff to verify that your tiny is under our protection, and will prevent any unfortunate misunderstandings or confusion with regards to your reservation.”

Beth nodded and gently patted Cassidy on the head, her expression a little solemn.  Given her intentions for the evening, unfortunate was a pale descriptor for that sort of misunderstanding.

“For the duration of your stay, I will be your dedicated, and only, guide.  You will not move about the Establishment without your guide present.  Any clarifying questions about protocol will be directed to your guide, and your guide only.  You will not go anywhere your guide does not direct you.  Once you leave this Establishment, you will not return in any way, unless you have placed a new dining request through our online marketplace, and the new reservation has been approved and prepared.  Once you leave these premises, you will not discuss what happened here with anyone.  Breaking any of these rules is subject to reprisal, up to and including termination of life.  Is this understood?”

Beth nodded, and with a finger tip she gently tilted the ogling Cassidy’s head up and down as well.

The hostess paused for a moment, her professional demeanor becoming slightly more sharp, more professional.

“There is one last item I need to raise before I deliver you to your reservation.  This matter is tangential to the house rules, but does not directly fall under their umbrella.”  The hostess cleared her throat.  “Your reservation this evening will involve the participation of a private contractor, who has been hired by the Establishment to perform a very specific role within the scope of your reservation.  If you so choose, you can modify your experience tonight with the mutual agreement of the contractor.  Any such agreement you come to with the contractor will be subject to all the additional liberties, restrictions, and loopholes introduced with the terms agreed upon.  Anything that might result in personal harm or even death will not be prevented by the establishment, so long as it falls within the established terms of this private contract.  Is this understood?”

“It is,” Beth said, and Cassidy mumbled something that could, ostensibly, have been an affirmation.

“Excellent.  Then, without further ado, allow me to give you a brief explanation as to what you should expect from your reservation, and then I will direct you to your feast.”

The hostess went on a long-winded explanation of the rationale behind their set-up for the feast.  Ultimately, it was the culmination of several powerful desires that Beth had expressed to Cassidy, that Cass had pushed Beth to achieve, and that the two of them shared.  That unique intersection of desire had landed Beth and Cass with a two month wait time to procure the ingredients for what, from the hostess’ description, promised to be a truly unique twist on the Japanese tradition of Nyotaimori.

“Just to make sure I’m understanding all this,” Beth said when the hostess was done with her explanation, “you hired a private contractor to strip naked, lay motionless on a table, and let my little friend fuck a bunch of tiny women while I get her sloppy seconds.  And the hot contractor won’t do anything to interfere?”

The hostess nodded, and barely suppressed a smirk.  “That’s a, fair, summation.”  The hostess raised an imperious finger, drawing both Beth and Cassidy’s attention.  “One last thing before we go in.  I mentioned earlier that you could come to an agreement with the contractor for modifications to your experience.  Well the contractor, who is using the name Amaterasu, asked me to make an offer on her behalf, as the Establishment is paying her to remain silent and motionless during your stay.  As mentioned before, this offer may stray outside of the rules of the Establishment’s hospitality, so please keep this in mind while considering the offer.”

Beth looked down at a wiggling Cassidy.  The poor tiny must have her thighs locked tight to stop herself from coming from the sheer anticipation - or from her own hand not-so-subtly working herself below the lip of Beth’s pocket.  Still, a separate offer was intriguing, and she’d edged her lover for far longer than they’d already spent in the lobby.  Beth raised an eyebrow, and Cass nodded vigorously.

“Please, what is her offer?” Beth asked.

The hostess’ smile was incredibly lascivious.  “She has offered to join you in your fun.  While the little one is expecting to have plenty of sex on her scale, the larger of you is here primarily to sate your rather wicked appetite.  Yet, Amaterasu cannot help but expect you both to find yourself desiring a more, substantive, aid for release.  As it so happens, she is more than willing to join you both in your sapphic pleasures.  Her stated price is that she may consume one of the provided delicacies of her choice.  Also, if there are any delicacies you are unable to eat at the end of your feast, she is to be allowed to do so herself.”

Beth thought on it for a moment.  “We don’t have to decide up front, do we?”

The hostess shook her head.  “No.  So long as you still have the ability to pay her fee, you can invoke her services at any time.”

“Sounds fucking hot to me,” Cass said.  “So, anything else, or can we get to the good part!”

Beth laughed, and the hostess gave a good-natured chuckle.  “Of course.  Please, follow me.”

The beautiful hostess led the couple down a short maze of hallways, and past several irregularly-spaced doors.  Finally, the hostess stopped beside a door numbered 88.  She placed her hand on the door handle, and paused a moment.

“Are you ready?” she asked, with a cheeky smile.

“Fuck yeah we are!” Cass shouted.  Beth just licked her lips, containing the saliva that was just starting to leak out in anticipation.  Practicing for the events to come, she swallowed several breaths of air, and suppressed a tiny burp as her stomach resettled itself.

“We are always pleased to hear such excitement,” the hostess said.  “And now, without further ado, the Establishment welcomes you, to your feast.”  She pushed open the door.  “Please enjoy your meal.”