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held the bell and the row of candles. I couldn’t have rested on the wall directly behind me, it appeared made of paper with a crisscross of dark wooden struts.
    I twisted and shuffled backward, the stiff fullness of my dick hindering my movements.
    “I hope you enjoy your dessert as much as you have enjoyed your main course,” she said, dropping to her knees in the small gap between table and my cushion-style chair.
    Her shiny raven-black hair spread over her shoulders, several strands skimming the rise of her breast, the blunt ends twirling around her nipples.
    “Well, yes, I am sure I will. The food here is lovely.” I gulped as she placed elegant hands on my knees. Her nails were long and painted pale pink. Her gaze stayed locked on mine.
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    Lily Harlem
    What is she doing?
    She smoothed her palms up my thighs. My skin was hypersensitive, I was so turned-on by her nakedness and the rubbing of the cotton on my leg. A new glut of lust shot to my cock. I glanced at the curtain, opened my mouth to speak.
    “Shh,” she soothed, her eyelids drooping as though heavy with a lust that matched my own. “No one will come in.”
    “But—”
    “Just enjoy your dessert, Mr. Alan. For you it is all part of the service at The Geisha Plate.”
    Her gaze was so intense I could hardly breathe. And when the tips of her fingers brushed the bulge at my groin I did actually stop breathing. Held my breath tight as though I was about to jump into the ocean for a deep-sea dive.
    She licked her lips, slowly, suggestively, smudging the red blob of lipstick at their center.
    Is she going to do what I think she is?
    No!
    My whole body was strumming with primal tension. My balls ached and boiled, my gut clenched. If I’d felt a little drunk before, now I was as sober as a rock. I was here in the moment, caught up in the spell she’d weaved around me.
    “Relax,” she said, cupping my dick through my pants. “Relax and let me suck your penis into my mouth.”
    Fucking hell!
    Blowing out a breath, I balled my fists. Had I heard her right? Had she really just said she was going to suck my penis into her mouth? Maybe I wasn’t as sober as I thought and I was hearing things I wanted to hear. Because right now, the thought of her sucking my cock was the most beautiful thing I could imagine.
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    Dessert
    She tilted her head, her hair shifting on her shoulders like a river of silk. Her super-long lashes batted against her cheeks. “You would like that, wouldn’t you, Mr. Alan?” What man wouldn’t? This was a dream come true. A blowjob all part of the service.
    Hell yeah!
    “I, er, yes,” I managed in a raw, throaty voice. I glanced at the bell. The inappropriate touching rule came back to me. Fuck, she was stroking my shaft through my pants. I was sure that would class as inappropriate. Highly inappropriate.
    The tiniest of giggles escaped her lips. “Oh, you are a worrier,” she said, rising up slightly and reaching for my zipper. “But I like that, it means you don’t take women for granted.”
    “No. No definitely not. And as long as you are sure then…ah…ah…” My dick surged as she reached into my clothing and pulled my shaft free. I stared down at her skillful stroking movements.
    “Jesus, really?” I gasped.
    “Yes, really.”
    Her hands were shockingly small and pale against my swollen, dark-with-arousal member. I couldn’t help a rush of male pride at the size of myself in comparison to her.
    “You are a good man, Mr. Alan,” she said. “And now you can enjoy your dessert, but, sh.” She closed her fingers around my hard-on. “You must be quiet so as not to disturb other diners.”
    She dipped her head and I saw the almost translucent whiteness of her scalp where her hair parted.
    Oh fuck, keep quiet, John. Don’t make this end. “Yes, yes, okay,” I whispered, gritting my teeth.
    She was exploring the head of my cock now, rubbing her fragile little fingers around the ridge beneath my glans, fondling my