The last time she saw Xiao was at a dungeon in lower Manhattan. Marisol was an inexperienced but enthusiastic sub and Xiao had put her through her paces with rope bondage, forced orgasms and light flogging. It was a night Marisol would never forget. A month later, when she and her boss entered the trendy Shanghainese restaurant in Tribeca Marisol was stunned to find her dominatrix behind the host stand. Short and lithe, Xiao wore a loose-fitting sleeveless black dress that showed off the colorful botanical tattoo on her right bicep. Marisol was pretty sure she could also see Xiao's pierced nipples poking through the thin fabric. Her lustrous black hair, cut above the shoulder was in a messy ponytail with some dyed red strands hanging free on the side of her pixie-ish face. Xiao looked Marisol over, a little too hungrily Marisol thought, then she greeted Marisol's boss with a smile, confirmed their reservation and led them to their table. Marisol couldn't believe she had run into Xiao, and was distracted by the memories of what they did together.
Eventually their guests arrived. They were potential investors for a real estate venture. A server took their drinks order. The men got martinis, and Marisol a glass of white wine. Conversation flowed about interest rates, the commercial market and the cost of construction.
Marisol was quiet letting her boss get the ball rolling. Her eyes tracked Xiao as she orbited the room, memories of the night they met flitting through her head. She wondered how old Xiao was. She didn't even know her real name. At the dungeon she went by Mistress X. After a second glass of wine Marisol excused herself to go to the restroom which was located in the basement. She stepped carefully down the marble stairs in her heels. As she hovered over the toilet she heard the door open. "Hi baby" Xiao's voice was sharp and brash, her English ever-so-slightly accented.
"Oh no" thought Marisol, but her nipples hardened at the sound of Xiao's voice. She was cornered.
"Open the door" Xiao demanded. Marisol's face reddened but she did what Xiao asked. Xiao watched her pee. It made her feel so submissive, so powerless.
"Hi, uhhhhhh, Mistress X." She felt weird calling her that in the restaurant bathroom. "I was surprised to see you here."
"Do you think I work at the dungeon? That's not my job sweetie. I'm just a kinky girl like you. My name is Xiao by the way. Nice to meet you again." She looked at Marisol like she wanted to eat her for dinner. Marisol was a 33 year old Latina in full bloom. Her parentage was Dominican and Peruvian. She had caramel skin and full breasts, strong thighs, wide hips and a big ass but her neck was slender and her waist waspish. Xiao's engine revved. She wanted to do all sorts of evil things to Marisol's ultra-feminine body. For her part Marisol couldn't believe her business dinner had given way to a potentially kinky encounter in a restaurant bathroom.
"Xiao, what a sexy name" she said. "You seem so young in your pretty dress! Anyway I loved meeting you at the club. It was scary but awesome."
"Forgiven and I'm glad" said Xiao. Then licking her lips, she said "I'm ready to go again right now. Are you?"
"What do you mean?"
Xiao sauntered up to Marisol and kissed her full on the mouth. She roughed up her large breasts and when both were breathless, pushed her away.
Marisol's mind raced. She was at a work dinner not a sex club. What was Xiao talking about "go again right now" What could that mean? When Marisol emerged from the stall, Xiao commanded "Take off your panties and spread your legs." Marisol did as asked and Xiao threw her panties in the trash. She unscrewed the lid from a small container and scooped out a clear shiny substance. Reaching under Marisol's skirt she spread the gel over the mouth of her already damp cunt and tight asshole. Then she said "Bend over and pull up your skirt." Marisol leaned over the bathroom counter and Xiao pushed a small black elliptical object into her slippery pussy. When Marisol's swollen and flushed cunt lips closed around the thing Xiao slid first one finger and then two into her asshole. She fucked in and out while fingering Marisol's very swollen clit. It felt amazing and Marisol's hips began to twitch and hump but Xiao pulled back and slapped her bare ass hard. She removed a small bottle that looked like perfume from her pocket, held it in from Marisol's face and sprayed an odorless mist. "Breathe deeply, this is gonna give you some wild ideas." She winked and said, "I have to get back to the floor. See you upstairs." And with that, Xiao turned on her heel and left the bathroom.
Marisol pulled her skirt down, got her large breasts settled back in her bra and tidied her hair. She took a deep breath, checked herself out in the mirror and said "Okay here we go." She held onto the worn railing as she climbed the stairs, hyper-aware of the object in her now naked pussy.
As she sat down her boss said "I was just telling the guys, this place got a great review but it's like, really authentic so I don't really know what to order. Maybe that cute hostess can help us." Out of the corner of her eye Marisol saw Xiao at a server station polishing a wine glass while staring at her devilishly. Marisol looked down at the table wondering what was in the mist Xiao had sprayed... and as she did her mind left her body. She saw herself, arms tied behind her back, thighs strapped down on a saddle-like stool, impaled on a large dildo. The whole thing vibrated furiously. Xiao stood in front of her in a kinky schoolgirl outfit, flogger in her hand. The vision pulled back... they were in the middle of this restaurant! Xiao smashed the top of her breasts with the flogger and the machine bucked under her as whole room watched. Marisol gasped in horror at the thought of being so exposed and she imagined her body careening toward a very public orgasm.
"Hi I'm Amadou, may I take your order?" Marisol was shocked out of her reverie by the server's deep baritone. Amadou was a tall handsome African man. He wore a tight black t-shirt stretched over a muscular chest and had piercing eyes, large rounded shoulders, a bubble butt and long legs. Marisol imagined what he looked like nude and thought he must have a huuuuge cock. Suddenly the object in her pussy came alive and began to purr. She gasped. Amadou turned to her and said "Maam may I answer any questions about the menu?"
Her boss jumped in, "I got it Marisol. Amadou will you help me order for the table. We're sharing everything, let's start with... " as her boss and Amadou put an order together Marisol's mind raced. She imagined she was on her knees backed against a wall, topless while the big African man forcefully stroked his cock into her mouth. She shook her head trying to clear her mind while the vibration in her pussy intensified. Another image popped up. This time Amadou pounded into her doggystyle, her heavy breasts swayed and her ass rippled. His big long-fingered hand gripped and slapped her meaty ass. Again she shook her head, this time looking up at him helplessly, desperate to interrupt the fantasy "Can I ummm, please have another glass of wine." He nodded. She could feel wetness gathering in her pussy and worried there was a puddle forming beneath her on the chair. She wondered if he could smell the musk emanating from her pussy.
"Marisol how does that order sound? Did I miss anything?" her boss asked. She was dragged back to the table. She'd heard nothing her boss had said.
