1 comments/ 13247 views/ 4 favorites L'Aventure By: erotichajj "My goodness, if it isn't Kelli Adams," the silver-haired maître 'd gushed in a pronounced English accent. "How are you, luv?" she asked, taking Kelli's hand in hers; she was fairly beaming. "Never better, Millicent, thanks. At least I'm still earning enough of a living to eat here occasionally," Kelli joked. "Oh, you poor dear," the maître 'd retorted, a spot-on parody of a stuffy British noble pooh-poohing the plight of an impoverished commoner. She pulled two menus from the rack as Kelli and Amanda giggled. "But enough of this idle chit-chat, girls. Please follow me," she directed. Amanda was still laughing to herself when they arrived at Kelli's requested corner table, tucked behind a half-wall that provided a comfortable, semi-private buffer to the main dining area. Kelli hadn't chosen L'Aventure to see or be seen, as many of its patrons did; she simply wanted to treat Amanda to the most exciting cuisine in Cincinnati while they planned their future together. "Millicent Hastings," Kelli said as they settled into their chairs, "meet Amanda Clarke." "Hello, Amanda. And welcome." Millicent's smile was warm and genuine. "Can't say as I've seen you before. Are you a friend of Kelli's?" Millicent asked, placing the leather-bound menus on the table. "Yes. I was on my way back to Iowa and decided to pop in for a visit. Nice to meet you, Millicent," Amanda said, then paused. "Millicent," she repeated. "What a lovely name. Is it a family name?" "Well, bless you, Amanda, you're too kind. I am, in fact, only the most recent of six Millicents in my known lineage. And with that trivial tidbit, alas," Millicent said, eyeing the table to ensure that it passed muster, "I must be off. Briggs will attend you this evening and he will be with you shortly. Amanda, it's been wonderful to meet you. Kelli, please don't be a stranger. And thank you both for dining at L'Aventure. Ta-ta." "She is so sweet," Amanda said to Kelli as Millicent strode off to greet a party of six. "Funny, too." "She really is," Kelli agreed. "She's lasted through three changes of ownership. Forty-two years, the last thirty or so as maître 'd. The current owner tried to retire her after he bought the place three years ago and the clientele revolted." Kelli put the story on hold as their waiter arrived to greet them in a properly subdued yet authoritative baritone. "Good evening, ladies, and welcome to L'Aventure." He displayed a bottle of S. Pellegrino, opened it, filled their water goblets to exactly two-thirds and set the bottle carefully down to the left of the crystal bud vase. Handsome devil, Amanda said to herself. Indeed, he was an exemplar of the type that Amanda had lusted after before she had fallen head-over-heels for Kelli. Sexy voice, too, she thought. "My name is Briggs, and it will be my pleasure to serve you tonight," he continued. "Please take your time reviewing the menu, and I will be glad to answer any questions you might have. The chef's featured offering is trout amandine accompanied by a grilled new-potato-and-vegetable medley, spinach salad and fresh, hot bread from our award-winning bakery, twenty-two dollars." "That sounds really good," Kelli said. "I think I've heard enough." "Make it two," Amanda echoed, closing her menu. "Well, that was quick and painless," Briggs said, smiling "And now, what may I offer the two sexiest women on the planet to drink?" Amanda's eyes widened in disbelief. The nerve of this guy, she thought. What the hell kind of place is this, anyway? She stared dumbly at the waiter before turning to Kelli, who apparently hadn't noticed the comment. "Coffee for me, please," Kelli told the waiter, deadpan. "Kona, black," she added, purposely averting her eyes from the bewildered expression on Amanda's face and trying not to laugh. "Thank you. And for you, miss?" the waiter asked, turning to Amanda without skipping a beat. "I... uh," was all Amanda could manage before Kelli started to giggle. Then she saw that the waiter was fighting back laughter as well and she realized that she'd been had. "Amanda, this is my friend, Briggs Denton. We set this up," Kelli explained after her laughter had run its course. "Briggs, my best friend, Amanda Clarke." Best friend being their agreed-upon introductory phrase for the moment, no one else knew yet that Amanda and Kelli were lovers. Who to tell, how and when, would be one of the key topics discussed over their meal. "Nice to meet you, Amanda," Briggs said. "And please forgive me. Kelli put me up to it." "Same here, Briggs." Amanda shook her head and gave him a good-natured smile. "And I'm only too familiar with Kelli's powers of persuasion. I should have known... " she said, rolling her eyes at Kelli in mock dismay before permitting herself a laugh. She turned back toward Briggs just in time to catch him enjoying an eyeful of her legs. Well, well, Amanda mused as Briggs snapped to attention, eyes front, what have we here? "What may I bring you to drink, Amanda?" Briggs asked. His voice had resumed its official, waiterly tone but Amanda could plainly read the unease in his eyes; he was wondering if he'd been busted. She decided to have a little fun herself. "I think I'd like a glass of wine. Maybe two, since Miss Smarty-Pants is driving." "Our wine offerings are listed on the last two pages of the menu," Briggs said. He waited in servile silence. Amanda ignored his suggestion. Instead she straightened herself in her chair and eased her shoulders back, pressing her breasts into the low-cut bodice of her dress in unspoken invitation. Her chestnut eyes drifted slowly down Briggs' body, frankly and shamelessly sizing him up; they came to rest just below his beltline and she smiled before the tip of her tongue slipped out to caress her upper lip. Game on, Kelli thought as she watched Amanda toy with Briggs; she could feel his temperature rising across the table. She'd noticed his surreptitious glances at Amanda as well; she also knew from personal experience that Briggs didn't stand a chance of emerging from this experience unscathed. "Surprise me, Briggs," Amanda whispered, looking up and leaning forward to present him a full and unobstructed view of her cleavage. Her knees parted as she slid a manicured hand into her lap, working the sky-blue material between her legs and drawing it in toward her pubis; Briggs gasped as her hemline retreated to the embroidered tops of her sheer stockings. Amanda sighed contentedly and drew her thighs together, trapping hand and fabric snugly between them. "Make my mouth water," Amanda's voice commanded softly. "You know what I want." Then she transfixed him with The Look. Oh shit, here we go, Kelli mused, biting her lower lip as she watched Briggs swallow the bait. Good luck, my friend. Take me, Briggs, Amanda's eyes seduced in siren's song. Take me, please. Be my lover, my master. Fuck me until I beg for mercy and beyond, and it will be as mere foreplay before you use me to indulge every unspeakable fantasy that you can summon from the darkest recesses of your brain. But know you well that when you have finished with me, Briggs Denton, when the last of your seed is spent and you have taken from me all that you want, all that you possibly can, then, my love... it will be my turn. Amanda's eyes glowed with lustful promise even as they were raping Briggs, sucking him in like quicksand with offers of sexual wonders untold, filling him with insane desire and pleasuring him in a thousand ways before another Amanda appeared, masked and leather-clad, to order him down onto all fours. She wore a strap-on that looked as long and thick as his forearm, and the mere sight of it was enough to fill Briggs with chilling, unmanning fear. This is for you, Briggs, he heard Amanda growl. Now be a good boy. Briggs felt his face flush. Sweat glistened on his brow. He gulped for air. He shook like a leaf. He was acutely aware of the decidedly unprofessional bulge that distorted the front panel of his trousers; worse was the feeling that he was either about to have an intense and very messy orgasm or soil himself like a baby, perhaps both. Somehow he mustered the resolve to wrench himself out of Amanda's gaze and switch himself over to autopilot, recalling the sommelier's description of the recommended wine pairing and reciting it like a flustered third-grader reading a difficult paragraph in front of his class. "May I, uh, suggest the 2011 Sauvignon Blanc from Sully's Gorge Vineyards, Napa Valley. It's... well, uh, smooth and medium-bodied with... with subtle hints of, of pear. And especially almond. It has much in common with a fine Chardonnay. I think... it, uh... should complement your trout. Perfectly," Briggs finished with an audible sigh of relief; he realized that his nerves were settling a bit. Nice save, Briggs, Kelli cheered to herself. I knew you could do it. "That sounds wonderful, Briggs." Amanda's voice was calm, reassuring. Her hidden hand had adjusted her hem and reappeared; it rested on the table, innocently clasped with the other. Her eyes mirrored the warmth of someone greeting an old friend. The seductress had vanished, as had Briggs' erection. Amanda resembled nothing more than a guest, albeit one with a face and figure to die for, who had just selected a wine on her waiter's advice. "That sounds perfect. I'll try it," she announced. Briggs gathered his wits, still shaken but grateful for the reprieve. "I'll be back with your drinks shortly, ladies," he promised. "By which time you may find yourselves in the mood for an appetizer," he suggested bravely before he turned to leave. "Briggs," Amanda said. "Yes?" Briggs nearly yelped as he about-faced. Amanda shot a quick glance at his crotch and smiled. "Please forgive me," she apologized sweetly. "Kelli put me up to it." Kelli gaped at her, then at Briggs, and shook her head. "You're a hopeless flirt, Amanda," she sighed.