"You never said where you were taking me," Jess said as the car, driven by one of the royal family's many maids, journeyed through the city. The teen sat in the back, looking out of lightly tinted windows at the passing streets as people wandered about. Beside her was Kyodai, who had been uncharacteristically quiet since climbing into the vehicle.
"Oh... uh, yeah. Sorry about that," the princess stammered. Her gaze went to her fiddling hands and still legs, held that way by sheer will power. Jess looked over to her and instantly recognised the familiar signs of nerves, which she herself had dealt with for nearly two decades. The teen swallowed and leaned over to place a hand over one of Kyodai's, summoning all of her strength to keep it there as the aristocratic futa looked up to meet her gaze. Jess recalled Liz's words to her and held the princess's eyes, but said nothing.
Eventually, Kyodai broke the silence with a small chuckle, "Thanks," she enveloped Jess's hand in hers, smiling gratefully. The teen felt her face flush lightly, but returned the smile.
"S-so, where're w-we going?" She inquired. Kyodai pulled out her phone and, after a few taps, handed it to Jess.
"Here," the princess smirked excitedly, though her body remained tense and her heart pounded in her ears. Unbidden, Jess's hand squeezed her date's comfortingly, before going lax as she saw what was on the phone.
"Y-Y-You can't be serious," Jess stated flatly. She looked to Kyodai in the hope that this was a mistake or a joke, however the princess's expression turned naively blank.
"What do you mean?"
"Wh-what do I..." Jess began only to clamp her mouth shut and take a deep breath, before continuing in a shaky voice, "Kyo, this place is basically Hooters with fancy food."
"That can't be," Kyodai frowned and took her phone back, "See," she pointed as she scrolled down the restaurant's website, "Cream de la Buns, a fantastic eatery with a warm, friendly atmosphere, excellent service and food, and a devote commitment to their customers. Doesn't sound like a Hooters to me."
"Th-that's because n-no one complains a-about it," Jess could barely conjure her words. The very thought of stepping foot in such a place had every hair on her body standing on edge. Even her cock remained perfectly limp, such was the strength of her terror.
"Exactly," Kyodai beamed, "If no one complains, then it must be a great place for a first date," she reasoned with a confident nod.
"Kyo," Jess's voice turned serious, "That place..." she swallowed, "I can't go in there," Kyodai met her date's gaze and held it, seeing the abject fear burgeoning in Jess's eyes. The princess recalled how desperate Jess had been to keep her secret and how horrified she had been upon its discovery. Kyodai bowed her head slightly, before raising it.
"If you think you're at risk at any time, let me know. I'll make sure no one finds out. No matter what," she vowed and brought a hand, clenched into a fist, over her heart. Jess froze at the sound of Kyodai's voice. There was a sharp edge to it, cold like the sharpened steel of a blade but somehow warm and comforting like the way Halle would embrace Jess. The teen glanced around as if searching through her own mind.
"Okay," Jess eventually relented, "But the moment I feel anything, anything at all, we're leaving," Kyodai nodded and, in a slow, but somehow also blindingly quick act, she brought Jess's hand to her lips and planted them on her date's soft skin. The teen yelped upon realising what was happening and yanked her hand back, cheeks once again aglow with heat.
"Thanks, Jess. For trusting me."
"I..." Jess let her words trail off as she spotted the restaurant nearing, "Please, Goddess, let this not be a disaster."
"Is everything set up?" Kyodai addressed the driver, who nodded without looking back.
"Yes, ma'am. The reservations were made and the staff have all been instructed to keep your presence discreet."
"Good," Kyodai nodded and breathed deeply. Jess followed suite and gripped the fine, leather seat tightly. The car slowed as it pulled into the parking lot and crawled along the road; the restaurant loomed higher as it neared ominously. Jess lowered her head and fixed her gaze on her crotch. You'd better behave, she silently threatened her member.
Thankfully, the night was far from Cream de la Buns' busiest. Jess glanced about the restaurant as she and Kyodai stepped inside, their chauffeur and only option for escape driving back to the royal estate. The fretful teen almost gasped in awe.
She had never once stepped foot inside Cream de la Buns. Both of her parents were almost uncomfortably familiar however and told her all about it, though they were usually tipsy after their requisite date night. Based on their testimony alone, Jess never wanted to so much as look at the eating establishment. And now she stood in its foyer, mouth partially agape and eyes all but drowning in the shocking decor.
A few feet in front of her, stood a hostess with a warm smile, a skimpy yet somehow professional outfit and a small pile of paper in front of her. Behind the hostess was a spacious dining area much like the few restaurants Jess had been to with her parents. Tables were arranged with comfort and space in mind, affording the waitresses plenty of room to manoeuvre. The lights were intentionally dim and gave the room an smouldering atmosphere without being overtly sensual. That honour was reserved for the furthest area where a stage had been set up.
Even from afar, Jess could see a few scantily-clad women dancing. Their movements were slow, calming almost, and yet they were viscerally sexual. Jess looked away quickly, her cheeks burning. Ten seconds in a new place, she thought, must be a new record. She managed to coax her gaze from the wall and up to Kyodai.
The princess looked at ease. As though she were stepping into her room rather than a borderline strip club with a date. At a glance at least. As they walked, Jess could see and feel Kyodai tense up.
"We don't have to go out, you know?" Jess wanted to offer, but her lips refused to move. They came to a stop a little over a foot from the hostess, giving Jess a better view as they were greeted.
"Hello, and welcome to Cream de la Buns. Do you have a...?" The hostess's voice bubbled cheerily, an immaculate match for her appearance, before trailing off in awe. She wore a white, button-up shirt cut to rest just above her navel and hug her curves, under a waist-length blazer.
She was a natural strawberry blonde, with curled locks framing her healthily rounded cheeks and warm eyes. Jess's eyes moved down to her slender shoulders and then to the alluring cleavage of her chest, barely contained in her tight uniform. It was hardly a match for Kyodai's, but prodigious nonetheless. To no one's surprise, the hostess's waist was trim and flared into delectably enticing hips, clad in lycra shorts, before tapering into her long, bronzed legs. Jess felt her borrowed jeans grow noticeably tighter.
"K... Kyo?" Jess whispered up to the princess, who glanced down with a raised finger to the hostess. The smaller teen opened her mouth to speak. This was a mistake. There was no way she could go through with this, not without exposing herself. But the words fell deathly silent on her tongue. Kyodai's eyes were ablaze, not with her usual confidence or desire or curiosity. Instead, they all but shone with excitement tempered by fear.
Jess shut her lips and swallowed, before shaking her head. The princess smiled softly and, with a comforting peck on the forehead, returned her attention to the hostess. Jess could feel her blood rush to her cheeks in a fierce charge, but exhaled in relief when she felt the pressure on her member lessen.
"Kyodai-Hime!" The blonde gasped and went to praise the princess. Kyodai stilled her with a raised hand. It was then that the hostess seemed to realise Jess existed and glared down at the petite figured futa.
"We have a reservation," Kyodai quickly brought the hostess's attention back to her with a sharp, demanding tone. Jess silently breathed a sigh of relief. Her mind flashed back to her conversation with Liz 'there's a chance that you're secretly a dominant person'. Yeah, right, Jess almost laughed. It was all she could do to stay on her feet under the hostess's gaze.
"Ah, yes. If you and your... guest, would like to follow me, Kyodai-Hime, I'll be glad to lead you to your table," the hostess offered, a sour expression flitting across her features at the mention of Jess's mere presence.
"Actually, could you call someone else to lead my date there? I'd like a quick word with you in private." Jess's eyes shot to Kyodai's immediately as she recognised her tone of voice. The smaller teen squeezed the princess's hand tightly to get her attention and shook her head. Kyodai went to respond, but bit back the words.
"Please?" Jess insisted. A scene was the last thing she wanted to cause.
