Miss Nicolette joined us and when a server approached our table to told them to bring us a charcuterie board. Yvonne and Lynn had stopped playing with my pussy and removed my shoes. It felt good to be barefooted and even better when they massaged my feet.
Miss Nicolette asked what we had been up to since we arrived in New York and Yvonne and Lynn told her everything from the moment at the airport to our stroll up and down 7
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Avenue. Lynn then said the re-telling reminded her of something, at which point she pulled the nipple clamps from the bag holding my clothes. She handed one of the clamps to Yvonne and together they removed the tape covering my nipples. They took one of my nipples into each of their mouths and when they removed their mouths a clamp was placed on each nipple. I just slowly slipped my gin and tonic and focused on the sensations my nipples were experiencing.
A charcuterie board filled with meat, cheese, fruits and nuts were placed on our table and Yvonne and Lynn took turns feeding me. I was famished and the tastes were pleasing, as was the occasional finger on my pussy.
When most of the food was finished, Lynn said that her and Yvonne were going back to the hotel to freshen up a little and that they would find me later. For now, I was to be in the care and company of Miss Nicolette. As I watched my friends leave, Miss Nicolette moved beside me and wrapped her fist around the chain holding the nipple clamps. She pulled my tits out and up, and ask a soft gasp escaped my mouth, she kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear that I was headed for a nice adventure. I smiled as goosebumps began to cover my arms.
Miss Nicolette let go of the chain and told me to follow her as she reached under the table and held my shoes and handcuffs in her hands. I followed her to the back of the bar, and into her office. It was very white, spare and almost looked more like a doctor's office. She motioned me to a chair and told me to sit down. She then bent down and placed my shoes back on my feet, then the handcuffs onto my wrists. Miss Nicolette opened a drawer from where I watched her draw a syringe and a small glass bottle that she placed on the countertop. Miss Nicolette then removed two latex gloves from a box and placed them on her hands. She held the bottle in her hand, turned it upside down, shook and held it in front of her face as she stuck the syringe needle into the bottle. Miss Nicolette said the liquid in the jar was Restylane and she allowed me to read the label on the bottle to confirm. She said she was going to use it to enhance my lips, then asked if I had any recent sores on my lips or any allergies. I did not speak and only shook my head no in response. She smiled then placed the tip of the syringe needle against my upper lip, broke the skin and injected the solution into my lips. I felt little pain as the needle pierced my lip, and she repeated this several times into both my upper and lower lips. After each injection Miss Nicolette took a latex covered finger and pressed it onto my lips to press and smooth. I felt my lips feel fuller and admired Miss Nicolette's attention to detail as she inspected her work. She would lean back to look at my lips, then lean in to press certain areas to achieve the shape she was looking for. She smiled and then placed the syringe in a container and returned the Restylane to the drawer. Miss Nicolette removed her latex gloves then opened another drawer where she took out a black bag and emptied the contents of makeup onto the counter. She then applied lip liner to my full lips and then decided on a colour of lipstick, which she proceeded to apply to my lips. She was slow and methodical as she applied the lipstick to my new lips and when pleased, placed a tissue between my lips and I pressed them together. Miss Nicolette then applied a translucent setting powder and then placed a mirror in front of my face. The smile on my face said all that Miss Nicolette needed to hear as I admired my bright and full crimson lips. A rush of pleasure and lust flowed through me, and I told myself I had never felt or looked sexier.
Miss Nicolette asked me to stand, removed the handcuffs from my wrists, and opened a closet door from which she grabbed a full-length black raincoat that she instructed me to put it on. Miss Nicolette told me to come with her as we left her office, and through a door into a back alley. We walked along the alley to the street and when we reached her car, she opened the door for me, and I stepped in. I do not know the many makes of cars, but I appreciated her bright red sports car that sat very low to the ground. The seats were leather, and the interior was remarkably clean. Miss Nicolette started the car, and the voice of Sophie B. Hawkins sang to us from the speakers as we drove along 8