[He jolts a little, as the toys go higher - stumbles into Rye, pausing for a long beat or two, trying to breathe through the impulse to squirm, not entirely successfully]
[It takes him a second, to catch his breath - another, after that, to straighten up again, flush absolutely rampant. His fingers twitch as he starts to reach toward his cock to adjust himself through the dress, but he stops halfway, painfully aware of the crowd]
It's possible. Then you'd have to walk like that. In your pretty dress, clinging to your cock after cumming while servicing me. Every picture showing off how effected you were.
[He's very red, but he moves to the table because, well, they have to do this! And]
[It is Very Hot.]
[It's best to just plunge in for these sort of things, which is why he does choose to sit on the table instead of the chair. Spreading his legs and he's. Very much not wearing underwear.]
[The flush goes darker still, when he sees Rye just settle himself on the table and spread his legs. He shifts, squirming a little, as he realizes this means he's not going to be able to take cover under the table like he'd planned]
[All around them, the audience members seated at their tables are turning to look, murmuring low and excited]
[His hand goes to his hair, petting it gently, his own legs shaking a bit in nerves, and humiliation, wings and tails shifting behind him, but he's committed to this.]
[Despite that, his cock is peaking out of the sheathe, his folds glistening.]
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How do you want me to start? Because we do have to put on a show. [Murmured in his ear.]
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...I dunno.
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[The toys go up a notch.]
Well, you could eat me out and suck me off like a good maid.
I could push you over a table and fuck you.
Or you could fuck me. Take my throat.
Start simple just relaxing in a booth as I jerk you off. But it would get your cute uniform really messy.
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I mean... I'm in the dress, ain't I? So.
So I better act the part.
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True. I'll make sure you get rewarded for being a good maid.
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[He has not actually started walking again yet, thoroughly distracted,]
What were you thinking?
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[Then the toys crank to full.]
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Hiccup -
[His voice is rough and unsteady; the flush has spread to his ears]
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That'd feel good, wouldn't? Cock down your throat, fingers working my cunt like a cute maid, and getting to feel that?
[There is the excited murmuring of fans and pictures.]
Maybe you'd even get to cum while servicing me.
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Ain't -
Ain't that gonna mess up my dress?
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It's possible. Then you'd have to walk like that. In your pretty dress, clinging to your cock after cumming while servicing me. Every picture showing off how effected you were.
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That's - but -
But everyone would see.
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They are gonna see everything anyway.
[Whispers in his ear.] And admit it....a little part of you is excited they will.
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I am too.
I'll let you fuck me first if it helps you get more comfortable.
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I wanna - like we said. I oughtta act the part.
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Then I'll make sure to take full advantage of the maid service.
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We, uh. We almost there?
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[Just a few buildings down is a cute cafe.]
Then my cute maid gets something to eat~
[He ignores the soft squees.]
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Sounds, uh. Sounds like a plan.
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[And he reaches the cafe, opening the door.] Choose a table for me to set the meal.
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The one in the corner...?
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[And]
[He's very red, but he moves to the table because, well, they have to do this! And]
[It is Very Hot.]
[It's best to just plunge in for these sort of things, which is why he does choose to sit on the table instead of the chair. Spreading his legs and he's. Very much not wearing underwear.]
Time to eat, my cute maid.
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[All around them, the audience members seated at their tables are turning to look, murmuring low and excited]
Ah - right.
L-lemme, like - right.
[And he goes, very carefully, to his knees]
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[Despite that, his cock is peaking out of the sheathe, his folds glistening.]
Be good for me, okay?
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