"Good evening Mr. Hawthorne. Would you like me to serve your drinks now Sir?" The voice behind me casually asked.
"Thank you Carlos. I'm certain my lady friend would like a good stiff drink about now." He paused. I think we're ready now?" His eyes returned to mine. "Ready Trish?"
I nodded slowly, uncertain what to do but anxious not to upset Nigel. It was the second time that day I had obeyed him without attempting a compromise of any description. I wanted so much to please him.
Carlos was a perfect gentleman, appreciating his position of trust by treating me as though I was fully dressed and speaking to both of us as we ordered, as though women dining practically topless was a every day event at his restaurant. I remained as I was, still displaying my thinly clad breasts, making no attempt to hide my engorged nipples.
He didn't waver from his duties, serving Nigel with a large cognac as he spoke before he directing his attention back toward me. The drink trolley contained a variety of liqueurs, including some cocktail mix equipment on board to satisfy individual tastes. I watched him as he approached, noting his unblemished olive complexion. His darker East European skin reflected Italian or perhaps Greek origin but there was no foreign accent in his speech. He seemed to be Australian by birth.
He was well dressed in modern, formal attire but beneath that Carlos appeared to have been gifted with a supple, athletic body, not at all unlike Steve's. I admired his appearance but felt more self-conscious than ever about wearing a transparent blouse right in front of him.
"Still the same, Madam?" He looked directly at my eyes without making me uncomfortable in any way.
"As you see, we do have other choices here should you prefer." His teeth gleamed when he offered his range of suggested choices with a welcoming smile. Carlos was gorgeous.
I looked to Nigel for guidance before speaking. He merely nodded.
"Thank you." I smiled. "But I will have the exactly the same."
"I was telling my friend that this was a theme establishment." Nigel sipped his cognac. "Could you and Sylvia serve our main order late.----Say, half an hour or so later than normal?" He winked at me.
"Of course Sir." Carlos smiled at me. "Would you like both of us dressed according to theme?" His face betrayed no hint of emotion while he began to pour my cognac.
"I believe so, Carlos." Nigel appeared indecisive, watching me closely. "Take a good look at my lady friend's breasts. Tell both of us what you think of her hidden assets. I'm sure she won't mind."
I froze as Carlos stopped pouring to stand back and look, not daring to look the waiter in the eye any longer, staring straight ahead at Nigel. He appeared to be highly amused by my astonished reaction.
"They are quite magnificent Sir, from what I can see." Carlos said at last. "I think your lady might make an excellent subject."
"Take your blouse off for me while Carlos finishes pouring your drink." Nigel instructed me, casually. "Carry on!" He snapped.
I took a sip of cognac as Carlos offered the partly filled glass for my approval, looking into my embarrassed eyes, no hint of a reprieve.
His eyes drifted down to my nipples as I handed the glass back to him but his features remained expressionless. Nigel nodded impatiently.
My mind raced as I fumbled with the buttons and Carlos began to pour again, totally unperturbed by Nigel's unusual request. I could hardy believe what was happening, far less that I was actually obeying his instructions without a murmur. It was as though I had become another person. Over half the buttons were undone before my fingers steadied and a new excitement took over. Was this a test? How far should I go? Why was I blindly obeying Nigel while refusing similar demonstrations for Alf's friend so many times in the past? The blouse lay open and I had to make the decision. Nigel waved his hand in a circular motion.
The atmosphere was electric as I leaned forward, removing the blouse and holding it above my head like the subject in the painting, doing my best to imitate her smile. As the blood pounded though my veins I felt my breasts tighten, aware that the nipples were fully distended. Although it felt humiliating to display myself in that way, for the waiter's benefit, I was unbelievably excited at the same time and was almost too embarrassed to speak.
"Is this what you wanted, Master?" A quavering voice broke the silence as I steadied my voice, swallowing my pride, afraid to falter with both men looking directly at me. They appraised my naked breasts with intense expressions, from the other side of the table. I averted from the waiter's intense dark eyes, looking to Nigel for approval. His face lit up and he nodded as our eyes met, giving me confidence.
"The lady has been in the sun today." Carlos commented softly.
"You may leave the drink trolley here." Nigel answered, looking at Carlos and rising to his feet to dismiss him. "Well! What do you think of her now? I love sensual, submissive ladies, don't you?"
"Your lady friend has convinced me, Sir. With no blouse on, her breasts look far more inviting that way." He commented. "Your request is perfectly understandable now." He added, smiling enigmatically.
"Thank you. I won't be a minute." Nigel turned to me. Just hand me your blouse, if you would. You enjoy your cognac and relax by the fire while you wait for me. I won't be very long, my dear."
