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Frank got a promotion and was doing quite well at his new company. Three years had passed, and he had largely stopped thinking about how bizarre his life had been before.

One day he was drinking water from the water cooler and couldn't help but overhear a conversation happening in one of his underlings offices.

"So, she squirted into the cup and gave it to me," said the voice Frank knew was Tom.

"Ha! Okay, so how was the food?" was the reply, Frank guessed this voice was that of Fritz.

Frank's ears perked up and his whole body quickened. What were they talking about?

"The food was good, but I mostly kept going to the bar to get the hot bartender to give me more of her squirts!" said Tom, laughing.

Fritz laughed in response, and then said, "So, should we do lunch there?"

The men agreed, and it sounded like they were packing up to depart, so Frank moved out of sight. Was this it? Could it really be possible that these two idiots who worked for him had discovered the secret restaurant? The place he had searched so furiously for, and given up in despair, years ago, called Nectar? Frank shook his head to himself. Get out Occam's razor and cut off the crazy, he told himself. They were joking around. He tossed his paper water cup in the trash, and started to walk toward his office, but then he heard Fritz say,

"A restaurant where the bartender is a hot squirter!"

And both he and Tom burst out laughing as they walked down the stairs. Frank felt filled with energy and his breath hitched in his throat as he watched them. He waited until they were down the stairs, and then quietly dashed down behind them. He got into his car in the parking garage, keeping distance from them as they got into Fritz's car, and then followed them as they drove through town.

Finally they stopped in front of a nondescript building. This had to be it! Just like where he had been brough years ago, this place had no sign, yet Tom and Fritz were here to eat. Frank parked a block away and watched the two men enter the huge, dingy sliding red door of the concrete block and metal building.

After a few beats, Frank entered, too. Inside he was overjoyed as he saw that all the waitresses looked similar to the ones from Nectar: sexy, curvy women wearing skimpy clothing. He finally had found his way back! This was crazy! It was dimly lit, and there were partitions throughout for private dining. So, this was Nectar!

Frank slipped behind one of the partitions and watched Fritz and Tom approach the bar. Frank knew this place was underground, invite only, and cost a fortune in advance to book a table, so he didn't want to be seen here, uninvited, and without having paid in advance.

"Hey, Lucia, wanna give me a squirt?" asked Tom.

"Sure!" said the bartender. "And your friend, here, does he want a squirt, too?" she continued, gesturing to Fritz.

"I sure do!" said Fritz, laughing.

Frank was thrilled! Now he just needed to figure out how to get a table here. He had to taste the Fierce Foursome! He watched Tom and Fritz staring at the sexy bartender. She locked eyes with them flirtatiously, seductively, and slowly reached down toward her pussy, beneath the bar. Frank began to control his breathing to calm down, and started taking deep breaths.

Lucia bit her lip, and Frank could hear liquid pouring into a glass. She was squirting for them! She then handed the glass to Tom, who took a drink and smiled.

"I can't see behind the bar!" whined Fritz playfully. "I want to see you squirt my drink into the glass!"

"Oh, you're naughty!" answered Lucia as she reached down again.

Frank was bewildered, though, as she pulled her hand back up holding a soda gun. Then she held it above the glass, bit her lip, and made a little moan as she filled up the glass with water, and handed it to Fritz, laughing. Fritz and Tom laughed, too.

Frank's breath quickened, what was happening? He was trying to decide what to do next. Take a step? Go try to see, closer, what was happening? Yes, he steeled himself for the risk of being discovered and thrown out, and started to move forward. Then he felt a hand on his shoulder. His blood turned to ice, and his stomach dropped. He was about to be thrown out, and would never find this place again.

"Can I help you, Sir?" asked a voice from behind him.

Frank turned around to see an obese woman wearing a hostess uniform.

"I'm, um, I'm sorry, I wanted to make a reservation, but I didn't know how, I-" began Frank.

The woman laughed, and said, "No reservations needed! We're a sports bar, not a swanky club! Sit anywhere you want. Wings are half off today, and if you buy a burger you get a free pint with it."

Frank was dumbstruck. He stumbled toward the bar, ushered along by the woman. As he did so, he was able to see the other side of the partitions. Each one surrounded a booth, and inside was a TV with different sporting events playing. Tom and Fritz spotted him, then.

"Hey boss! What's going on?" asked Fritz.

"I, uh, wanted to get some wings, and, well," Frank was rushing around his own mind, trying to find the right words. He settled on trying to flip the script and get them to tell him what he wanted to know. "How did you guys here about this place? There's no sign outside!" he finished with a chuckle.

"Yeah, it's on the internet. It's one of those places that tries to be hip by not having a sign. Online people just call it by its address, but it's actually called The Mound." answered Fritz.

"But it's a play on words, get it? Like a pitcher's mound, but also a woman's, y'know, mound," added Tom.

Frank took a deep breath and rolled his eyes. "So, that's why the women are dressed so sexy: it's one of those sports bars where the waitresses serve bar food and drinks and flirt with the customers for bigger tips."

Fritz laughed out loud, and said, "Hey, boss man gets it!" he slapped Frank on the back, and then added, "Seriously, though, jefe, it's pretty good eats."

"Yeah, that's what I heard from a friend who ate here before. He didn't tell me the name or the theme though, just the address. So, I was thinking it was just something more like a diner. But, hey, this works, too!" said Frank with a hearty laugh. Inwardly, though, he was crestfallen.

Chapter 2

Frank was despondent for awhile after that, but one day he decided to get help. He found a support group for people who were obsessed with squirt. At the first meeting, he heard a lot of crazy stories about squirt escapades, and was amused to see several men had erections when hearing them.

Then something stuck out, a beautiful Latina woman stood up to talk. She said her name was Marta, and told a story about how she was a sex worker for an underground club. Other people generally seemed to think she had been an exploited prostitute, so she was forced to clarify in depth: she was the addict. She wanted to have people drink her squirt. She was one of the ones who organized everything. None of the women were forced to be prostitutes, but rather were enthusiastic about their work and who were obscenely well paid. Further, since they didn't actually physically have sex with their customers, but merely squirted for them, it was closer to a strip show than prostitution.

Frank was cautiously optimistic. He wasn't about to get his hopes up and be wrong again, like he was with that stupid restaurant, Mounds. Nonetheless, he stuck around after the meeting and spoke with her.

"So, I think I may have been to that club you worked for," said Frank, walking up next to her in the empty cafeteria of the community center they were in.

"I doubt it, that place was for sleeze bags, and you look like a normal guy," she responded.

"No, seriously, I went to a restaurant where the servers were all squirting women! It was a few years ago," he clarified, and gave her further details.

Marta started laughing, and then said, "A restaurant? Like, they served food?" Frank nodded, and Marta went on, "Hang on, they had an actual kitchen, a chef, and customers came and the only abnormal thing was that the drinks were all squirt?"

"Yeah, seriously, and to make it even more difficult for me, the food was amazing!" said Frank, now laughing himself.

Marta shook her head, smiling sardonically, and then said, "No, my club was just anywhere people could meet up to pay us ladies huge amounts of money to gush for them. Whoever was running this insanity you're talking about was on another level if they really had all of this. That, or you were having a fever dream!" she concluded, playfully.

They both chuckled and said goodbye. Frank was disappointed, but at least he had found a possible new friend.

The next week he came to another meeting, and Marta caught him after it was over.

"Hey, I told some of my old friends about the crazy ass story you told me, and they really got a kick out of it, and," she stopped talking and arched her eyebrows, sending Frank to the edge with anticipation.

"Yeah? What did they say?" he implored.

Marta started walking toward the parking lot, and said, "Let's talk outside."

Frank was beyond frustrated with her for making him wait, but knew it was his failing, not hers.

At last they got outside, and Marta said, "So, one of the women I used to work with actually knew of the restaurant, she said it was called... something... juice?"

"Nectar?!" asked Frank excitedly.

"Yes! Nectar!" she answered, smiling at him sideways as they walked toward their cars.

Frank stopped near his car, and Marta stood there, looking at him.

"I know what you're going to ask," said Marta. "It's not good for you."

"Please, I have to know. I've been searching for that place for years now," responded Frank, clasping his hands in front of his chest.

"Alright, here you go," she said, and handed him a slip of paper with a phone number on it.

Chapter 3

The process of making a reservation was insane. He had called the number and was greeted by a friendly female voice who instructed him to take an std test with a specific doctor, and to pay ten thousand dollars. They also did a background check on him, and assured him that their waitresses were also tested, and had no sexual contact except for with people who had been tested. Further, he was ensured that the women only served one client (or group of clients at the same table) per night, and had no sexual contact when they were not working. This gave them a month between each event, and thus made sure that their bodies were always completely free of any sexual remnants that might be unpleasant for clients. They told him the restaurant was only open for one hour each month, and gave him the time and date to arrive. This was no game!

Finally the night came when it was time for him to go to the restaurant. It was only a few blocks from where they had been set up when he had been three years before. He went inside, and was greeted by a beautiful Scandinavian woman in a sari, just like he remembered. The set up was slightly different, due to the architectural differences of the building, but other than that it all felt blessedly familiar. He had finally made it back to heaven.

He was seated and given a menu. He studied it, and found that there were some new drinks, but he had to try the one he'd been thinking about all these years: the Fierce Foursome.

A gorgeous Scandinavian woman walked up. She was wearing a very tight sari that hugged her curves and showed off her ample breasts, slight stomach with just the right amount of fat, and wide hips. She said, "Good evening Sir, my name is Chloe, and I'll be your server tonight. Would you like a simple drink now? Or would you like to wait until your food comes, and I can prepare one of our more complex drinks for you?"

Frank thought for a moment, but decided since he couldn't afford to come here again any time soon, he may as well indulge, so he said, "I'll take a simple drink now, and then place my order, please.

"Of course, Sir, please open your mouth," replied Chloe, smiling widely, as she pulled her sari up, and moved her thong aside, exposing her soft, delicious looking pussy.

Frank opened his mouth, and Chloe put a hand on the back of his head and pressed his mouth against her pussy. She moaned gently, and then she got quiet. Frank felt her begin to relax her body, and he started to panic. She was about to piss into his mouth!

The first instinct was to run. To push her away and jet out of there. But he couldn't. He had spent years trying to find this place. He had paid ten thousand dollars just to be here! Her fluid started to gently trickle into his mouth. Frank winced, ready for an awful experience. Her stream got stronger, and she made a pleasure sound of "Mmmmmmm," as she emptied herself into his mouth.

Frank was shocked, though, to find that her fluid had the same amazing taste that he had been craving all these years! It was the nectar that the place was named after! It had the ineffable flavor, the mind blowing, excitement generating flavor that made the hairs on his neck stand up and sent warm tingles throughout his body.

She continued to empty herself for awhile, and then her stream stopped. Frank pulled his head back.

"Uh uh," she chided playfully, and pulled his mouth to her pussy again.

Then she released a final spurt, and a few more drops onto his tongue. Finally, she stepped back, adjusting her thong back into place, and pulling her sari down.

"Now, what would you like to order?" she asked, clearly very fulfilled by having watched him drink her dry.

Frank looked at the menu quickly and then said, "I'll take the vindaloo, and the Fierce Foursome, please."

"Of course, Sir, I will return when your food is ready, and when my body has created your beverage," she said, and then added, "And, great choice, by the way."

She walked away, leaving Frank to sit in awe at the situation. Now that he had time to ponder it though, it wasn't that weird. He had learned from a medical journal that when a woman is aroused her bladder fills with squirt, rather than urine, and Samantha had told him that the women who work here are very much love it, and themselves have a fetish of wanting to squirt for people and have them drink it. So, he reasoned, she was probably extremely aroused already in anticipation, and so her bladder was full to nearly bursting with squirt, so she simply released it for him.

He looked around the room. He couldn't see much with the way the partitions were set up, but he could hear moans of pleasure now and again, punctuating the silence.

At last, Chloe came back with his food. She was accompanied by another woman, though.

"Hi, I'm Annabeth, I'll be part of the Fierce Foursome you ordered. If you're ready, we can begin," said the new woman, a perky, wide hipped, sexy Scandinavian.

Frank nodded dumbly, completely forgetting about his food.

"Okay, please take off your clothes," said Chloe.

"I'm sorry, I thought the Fierce Foursome was a drink?" asked Frank.

The women chuckled and smiled at each other conspiratorially.

"It is a drink, but it's also an experience. The "Foursome" part of it is the ingredients: sweat, spit, female ejaculate, and squirt. But we have to work up the excitement to sweat and come, and it takes a lot of sweat to make the drink and experience balanced, so two of us are required." explained Chloe.

Frank's dick started to get hard as he listened, pondering what she meant by "experience."

Chloe went on, "Since it is so exotic and unique a process, most customers like to use this time to have multiple orgasms, and since you are very attractive, we'd like you to be involved. Would you like to help us with this? Or should we make you a simpler drink?"

Frank shook his head vigorously. This was more than he could have ever dreamed. He stripped nude quickly and waited for further instruction.

"Okay, I see you are already hard, so jerk off and come immediately," said Chloe.

Frank did so, and came into a napkin.

After taking a few breaths, he said, "I have to warn you, I can't come again usually for quite some time after each orgasm. I've never been able to come more than once an hour."

Both women laughed, and Chloe said, "That's exactly the point. Most men can't, and this drink making process is a challenge for us ladies to see if we can make them. This is why you needed to come immediately. Now you're spent for the moment, and probably not even turned on, so we get to abuse you, and see what we can make happen!"

"This is so fucking hot for us, we will be able to make plenty of cream and squirt for you, and the heat and activity will get us nice and sweaty for you, too," added Annabeth.

Chapter 4

Making the Fierce Foursome

"Look right at me, tell me what you see," said Chloe.

Frank was turned on by Chloe's tone. It was matter of fact, yet, he could still hear the ecstasy in her voice. She was nearing orgasm.

"I see your beautiful bush, trimmed and almost hairless around your pussy lips, but a nice thick fur above it," replied Frank.

Chloe continued rubbing her clit, hardly able to speak for a moment due to being so close to coming. Finally, she managed to say, her voice echoing off the massive warehouse walls as they laid in the artificial light on the mat she had laid out for them, "What is between my lips?"

Frank looked inside of Chloe's body, between her pussy lips, as she straddled his head. "I see your labia minora, and your soft, pink insides," he said.

Chloe moaned loudly, and then said, "Do you see where I squirt from? That tiny hole below my clit, and above where my pussy opens?"

"Yes, I see your squirt hole," replied Frank.

"Tell me exactly what it looks like, what it's doing," said Chloe as she worked her clit faster, and then suddenly stopped with a sharp, loud yelp.

"Your insides are swelling, and your hot, tiny hole is getting slightly larger, and looking very wet. A drop of liquid is starting to force its way out of your body through this hole," said Frank, being as specific as he could.

"Oh my fucking god!" yelled Chloe. "I'm about to come!" She rubbed her clit furiously. "My insides are swelling, full of squirt for you! Look at my squirt hole! It's going to release for you! It's going to give you something to drink! Open your mouth!"

Frank opened his mouth just as Chloe's body gave up resisting. Her hips and vaginal muscles tensed, while her squirt hole relaxed. Her bladder began to empty itself, and a clear, odorless, tasteless fluid began to shoot out of her.

"Resist the urge to drink me! Let me wash your face!" whined Chloe, as her stream stopped and started along with the flow of her orgasms. "Now, Annabeth, straddle his face along with me, and come! Sir, tell me what you see!" she finished, still pouring her hot, delicious juices from her body, and onto Frank's face as he lay on the mat.

Annabeth mounted Frank's face behind the geyser that was Chloe, and started masturbating.

"Describe her! Describe everything about what's happening!" shouted Chloe.

Frank moved his head so that Chloe's stream was hitting his cheek, allowing him to see and speak, and said, "Her pussy is extremely wet! I see her female lubricants dripping out of her, mingling with her pubes. I see her clit, slick and hot, and I feel your stream gushing from deep inside you. I can feel your warmth in the liquid as it pours down my face."

Annabeth worked her clit and moaned loudly.

"Tell me more!" demanded Chloe as her stream weakened, and she moved away from Frank's head, splattering across his face and hair along the way, to give Annabeth space.

"I, I see her asshole, tensing and relaxing along with her soft inner pink pussy parts pressing forward and swelling. I see her squirt hole engorging, preparing to release the entire contents of her bladder!" said Frank.

Annabeth moaned and said, "Chloe! I can't hold it in any longer! I need to release into his mouth!"

Chloe was sitting back on the mat, watching. She said, "Count to ten! Then you may release, and drain yourself, entirely, into this man's mouth."

Annabeth began to count.

Chloe smiled to herself, and then said, "Annabeth, start to move forward as you masturbate and release! You are trying to get away from him, but I forbid you to cease masturbating and orgasming! Sir, get after her, and keep your head at her pussy! Catch every single drop and drink her down, even as she moves!"

Annabeth yelped as another wave of orgasmic energy washed over her, but she managed to shift her weight forward, and to start to move away from Frank's face. A small rush of frustration shot through her, as she had become accustomed to, or even programmed to, or perhaps outright obsessed with emptying her bladder into the customer's mouth whenever she was aroused, and this seemed to be trying to complicate that glorious process. Nonetheless, she slowly moved away, fighting against her own urges, and narrowly overcoming her muscles as they tensed in orgasm and effort, while masturbating.

Frank leaned forward and kept his mouth near her pussy as she moved.

"Sir, spread her ass cheeks so you can see her properly," commanded Chloe as she watched.

Frank reached out to Annabeth's wide ass cheeks and did so, and could see her pulsing asshole, as her cunt prepared to release his beverage. Annabeth kept moving away from him, though, prolonging the time it took her to orgasm, but still kept rubbing her clit. Finally, she moaned loudly, and began to release. Her jet of hot, clear liquid sprayed out of her from behind, as Frank followed, slurping the juices out of her as she moved.

Annabeth felt her muscles clenching inside of her body as she came, seeking to press the semen out of a dick, and shuttle it deep inside her waiting body. But this wasn't about evolutionary needs. This was about desire, pleasure, and the height of ecstasy, so her muscles pressed against themselves, as her squirt shot out of her, since there was no dick inside of her. The activity they were doing was something beyond evolution, beyond mindless reproductive acts. These were the finest arts and limits of beautiful, passionate sex and bliss for their own sake, independent of mere functional concerns.

Chloe stood up and released a spray of her own fluid over Frank and Annabeth, even as Frank was chugging the fluid gushing from the ever moving Annabeth. To Frank, Chloe's liquid felt like a blessed summer rain, and Annabeth's nectar was like drinking from a hot spring. Annabeth's juices had a wonderful tang to them that was most alluring.

Chloe looked down, and saw that Frank was nearly fully erect. She quickly got up, and began positioning herself to have her head in line with Frank's dick, and said, "Annabeth, I know you're unable to keep squirting in orgasm, because your pussy squeezing cuts off your flow. Now, Sir, lay on your back, and Annabeth, straddle his face, and just relax, and let your fluid pour into his mouth without coming."

Annabeth stopped moving, sat on Frank's face, and relaxed, just as Chloe took Frank's entire considerable length into her mouth. Annabeth took several deep breaths, deliberately calming and relaxing her pelvic muscles, until, finally, her stream started up again, now, as an all out torrent. As Annabeth gushed into Frank's mouth, Chloe felt Frank's dick become incredibly hard, but it still needed just one final push.

Chloe lifted her head up, let Frank's dick fall out of her mouth, and said, sharply and loudly, "Stick a finger inside Annabeth's pussy, and with the other hand, put a finger up my ass!"

Frank did so. The first finger of his right hand he put inside of Annabeth, causing her fluid to splatter all over his face as it continued to gush out of her, around his hand, and on the other hand, he put a finger inside of Chloe's asshole.

Chloe felt Frank become completely engorged as she put her mouth back over his dick. At last, he began to come, painting the back of her throat white with his come. He lay there for a few moments, dick convulsing, body tensing, and mind full of bliss and ecstasy, until he finished coming into Chloe's mouth. Chloe lifted her head and put her hand on his dick. She then opened her hand on his dick, and then closed it, one finger at a time, starting at the bottom with her pinky, and working her way up to her index finger. She did this repeatedly, and timed this with his dick's final convulsions, milking the last drops out of him

Frank lay there with his eyes closed, enjoying pure bliss. Annabeth had fallen over onto the mat, exhausted, and also lay there, with a smile on her face, deeply satisfied. Chloe, though, jumped up, clapped her hands together, and shouted, "I knew it! You did it, Sir! You said you've never been able to come twice within an hour, but that was it! In fact, that was within fifteen minutes!"

Frank couldn't do anything but smile, but Annabeth managed to pull herself up, lean over, and spit onto Frank's lips. He licked them clean, and then swallowed her spit, but still just laid there, eyes closed, and smiling. Annabeth laughed, and smiled at Chloe, who beamed at Frank. Chloe was proud of herself. She knelt down over Frank's face, and emptied the final remnants of squirt in her bladder onto his face.

Chapter 5

The women talked together in Scandinavian shortly, here and there, to organize what they would do next, since they knew he didn't understand this language.

After he had opened his eyes again after coming, Chloe stood at attention and said, "Sir, please sit back in the booth, and we will now officially begin preparing the drink. My chef's assistant here will talk you through what she's doing while she makes your dish." she waved a hand toward Annabeth.

Frank sat at the booth, put his elbows on the table, and watched. He was given a sanitizing wipe and used it to clean his hands.

"Indeed, first I'm going to remove my panties," she said as she slid her panties down and held them in one hand. She started to wipe them against Chloe's body. "Now, I'm mopping up all of the sweat on chef Chloe's stomach, and back," Chloe moaned softly as Annabeth touched her with the fabric, "As you can see, she is very excited to serve you. Next, I'm soaking up the sweat pooled between her ample breasts and neck, and repeating the same process on my own body."

Annabeth paused after mopping her own sweat up with her panties, noting that they had become very damp and dark with liquid, now, and then put her legs back through them.

She continued, "In order to complete the dish with all of its ingredients, the panties go back on, flush with my pussy again. Now, I'll pull them out by their elastic, and Chloe will spit into them," Chloe leaned over and spit into Annabeth's panties, and then Annabeth spit into them as well, the spit dripped thickly down the fabric, and also soaked Annabeth's bush. "And, I press them back against my pussy, and massage them around," she moaned gently, and took a breath, steadying herself as she closed her eyes for a moment before opening them again and continuing.

"Now," Annabeth began again, "I am going to," she moaned as she continued rubbing her pussy, "I am going to co- to come!" She yelped loudly, and then pulled her panties down slightly, and lifted one leg onto the table, showing Frank her pussy. Frank smiled, and took it all in, dick still laying down after relaxing due to his orgasm previously.

"See how my female ejaculate and lubricants are dripping, thickly from my pussy?" Asked Annabeth. Frank nodded, and Annabeth pressed her panties against her pussy and moved them back and forth, wiping all of this thick fluid onto them.

Chloe let out a sharp yelp, and Frank looked at her to see that she was masturbating.

"Chef is ready to prepare your drink, it seems!" said Annabeth.

"Oh, yes, um-" Chloe stuttered over her words as she worked up to orgasm, "I'm going to empty my bladder into my panties when I orgasm, and hold this-" she stuttered and trailed off again, closing her eyes for a moment as she rubbed her clit through her panties. She regained her composure and put a large wine glass between her legs. "I'm going to come into this glass, emptying my bladder full of squirt into it," she whined, breathlessly as she finally orgasmed.

The fluid built up in Chloe's panties, and then overflowed out the sides as she stood there, moaning and wailing. Her panties became drenched, and the liquid started dripping through the fabric, too. She caught all of it that spilled in the glass. A lot started to run down her leg and escape, too, but she stopped squirting, then, and was able to save the rest inside of herself.

Frank's heart beat fast in his chest and his dick began to throb.

"The panties come off, then, and go into the glass," said Chloe, removing her panties and stuffing them into the large wine glass which was already half full of her squirt. The last dry parts of the panties floated on top of the liquid, while the rest became dark and wet as they swam in the rich, alluring fluid, "And I'll drain the rest of myself into this glass, now, to make sure you get a full drink."

Chloe held the glass under her pussy again and made a soft pleasure sound, and then started to release again, spraying onto the panties, completely soaking the last dry parts of them, and filling the rest of the glass.

Chloe placed the glass in front of him, and said, "Here you are, Sir, part of your Fierce Foursome! Enjoy."

Frank smiled, and began to jerk off, and then, at Chloe's urging, he came. Then he said, "What about the dish you said you were making as part of the Fierce Foursome?" he turned to Annabeth.

"I'm still making it, Sir. Let's continue. Now, I take my panties off, and give them to Chloe," she slid them down, off her legs, and Frank saw the mixture of thick white smears of her feminine fluids, globs of spit, and the overall darkened dampness of all of the women's sweat. She handed them to Chloe, while Frank watched, trying to keep up with what was going on, having no idea what would come next at any moment.

Chloe turned around and bent over, showing Frank her ass and pussy. Her pussy was dripping with thick, white feminine fluids from inside of her due to her orgasm before. Annabeth moved over to her, and said, "For this next flavor, we want to combine Chef's natural lubricants and female ejaculate with my own spit," Annabeth leaned in and spit into Chloe's pussy and pubes.

"And with that, I wear the panties, now," said Chloe, pulling the panties onto her legs and then pressing them against her pussy and bush. "I will rub them into me, soaking all of my lubricants and Annabeth's spit into them." she whined quietly as she touched herself through the underwear.

Chloe took the panties off, then, and put them onto a plate, which she placed in front of Frank. He looked down at them. They were very wet all over with the liquids. The crotch area, on the inside, was completely covered in thick, white liquid.

"Last, but not least," began Chloe, "Is the final touch."

Annabeth and Chloe both fingered themselves, deep into their pussies, and then smeared the thick white fluids on their fingers into a small plastic bottle. They each took turns sticking their tongues inside of each other, then, and spitting more of their pussy fluids, mixed with spit, into the bottle. Chloe then screwed a lid with a nozzle onto the bottle, and held it over the panties on the plate.

"And here we are! The finishing touch!" said Chloe as she squeezed the bottle, and made a small zig zag with the fluid onto the panties. "This, Sir, is the dish that completes the Fierce Foursome, bon apetit!"

Chapter 3

Frank didn't know what to do. He was no longer turned on. He'd come twice, and when he came, he always lost all interest in sex. The very fact that he'd come twice today was amazing, and had never happened before.

Now, though, was the limit. He was sitting there, totally unaroused, and looking at a pair of panties on a plate, covered in sweat, the inside lined with spit and female lubricants, and with a stylistic flourish of a zig zag of these liquids on top, like a sauce.

Next to that was a large wine cup, filled to the brim with clear liquid from deep inside of Chloe's body, and with her panties floating in the liquid.

He was supposed to treat this like a meal. A meal of thick female fluids, and a beverage to wash it down, which was just more female fluids, and all of it was to come with used panties.

"Well, Sir, aren't you going to eat your meal?" asked Chloe.

Frank smiled, and reached toward the plate. He was in no mood, but reminded himself of how long he'd yearned to try this drink, which turned out to be more than a drink. He had to push forward. He grabbed a fork, and lifted the panties with it. They smelled intensely like the two women, a mix of sour, and sweet, with savory notes. Still, Frank's dick did not stir.

The irony was heavy on him. Normally, this would drive him insane, and he would have a painfully hard erection. Instead, he was feeling completely asexual, and forcing himself to bring these goopy panties up to his mouth. He opened his mouth, and put the elastic waist strap into his mouth. It tasted salty, as this part of the fabric was mostly just covered in sweat alone.

"Yes, that should taste great! Suck the fabric until you've gotten our essence out of it. It's a very nutritious food," said Annabeth.

Frank sucked the sweat from the waist strap of the panties. He stopped, and smiled, half hoping they would let him be, but knowing in his heart that there was no way. These women were obsessed with their jobs, and deeply wanted to be fulfilled by watching him consume them. He also realized they clearly took pride in making him come repeatedly, but he knew his limit had been reached, so they would be disappointed.

"You're missing the best parts!" said Chloe. "Now, I recommend, Sir, if I may be so bold, that you go straight for the crotch, and lick out the white fluid in there. It is very filling and satisfying."

Frank placed the panties on the plate and pinned them down with the fork. He steeled himself, and leaned his head down to the plate, and went all in to get it over with. He licked deep into the crotch of the panties, feeling the fluids sliding across his tongue as he tasted the complex flavor, and smelled it all. He noticed a small jolt in his dick, to his surprise. He kept going, thoroughly licking the inside of the panties, getting all of the white liquid into his mouth, savoring it, and swallowing it. His dick got somewhat harder. The taste and smell of these women's fluids was out of this world!

Next, he looked to the other strap, and outside of the panties, where the "sauce" had been zig zagged. He scraped his spoon across this area, put the spoon up to his mouth, and licked it clean. The amazing taste of the wonderous things produced inside these women's bodies was stoking a fire in him, and his dick was beginning to stand up again.

"To truly get the best experience, we suggest you stuff the panties into your mouth, and suck them dry," suggested Chloe.

Frank grinned, now, and grabbed the panties with his hands, balled them up, and put them into his mouth. Then, as he started to suck at them, deeper layers of flavors were released, as he got all of them together. Now his dick was nearly fully ready to go. The flavors were extremely sexy, like nothing he'd ever experienced in his life.

He opened his mouth and let the panties fall onto the plate, and reached out, taking up the glass. It was slightly cloudy, and had a faint musky smell. He put it to his lips, and sipped at it. The flavor was the same as Chloe had tasted earlier, but slightly stronger in a marvelous way. He tipped the glass back, and drank it all down.

"Mmmmm! What a delicious meal and drink! Thank you, ladies! This is a great restaurant!" said Frank. He started to jerk off.

Chloe put a hand on his hand, stopping him. "I want you fully erect before you come for the third time, so, we have a final course for you, Sir; dessert."

"Please lie on the mat," requested Annabeth.

Frank laid on the mat and the women sat above him on two chairs, very close together, and facing each other.

"Our pussies are sticky with our own liquids, and spit, and they need to be washed. We're going to spray each other's cunts with our squirt, and you're going to be below, drinking the wash water. It's called squirt soup, and it's delicious!" said Chloe.

The women began masturbating, and then each started squirting onto the other's pussy. Frank could see the clear liquid washing away all of the thick, white remaining fluid, as it then rained down on him. At one point both women's streams died off and stopped for a moment. As they did so, a thinned out version of the white fluid, mixed with their squirt, streamed out from between their folds toward the bottom of their pussies, for a second. He was mesmerized by this sight due to its uniqueness, as the fluid poured out, but wasn't squirting at all, and was both clear, yet white at the same time, while still being very watery, and seeming to fill their folds from the inside before being pulled out by gravity from below. Then they both rubbed their clits, and started squirting again. He kept his mouth open, catching what drops landed in it. When they were finished, Chloe said,

"Okay, now enjoy your soup!"

Frank sat up and looked down. Behind his head had been a wide dish which had caught a lot of the raining fluid. Frank looked at it. It really did look like some kind of soup. It was cloudy, and had white globs floating on the surface. He picked it up and drank it all.

Chloe made a sound of elation, and straddled Frank. She then pushed his dick inside of her, and started riding him as she guided him back to lying on the floor again. Annabeth sat on his face, and Frank put his tongue inside of her. She moved up and down on his tongue, forcing it deep inside of her each time she came down on it again.

All at once Frank began to come. He pulled out of Chloe, who moved down to catch his come in her mouth. She then spit some of it into Annabeth's mouth. Both women smiled at each other and swallowed him.

The women smiled broadly, now, at Frank, looking satisfied and proud.

"That was it! Annabeth, we did it! He came three times inside of a half hour!" exclaimed Chloe.

They all three laughed and hugged, then. As they put on their clothing, Frank said,

"You know, I've actually been here before, years ago."

The women looked at each other, grinning, then looked back at him.

"We know!" said Annabeth laughing.

"We don't just have sex with every customer! The Fierce Foursome is usually just a drink, made by one of us alone, but we made more out of it for you specifically!" added Chloe with a broad, sincere smile.

Frank didn't understand and looked confused, so Chloe went on,

"We saw you when you came, long ago, with that extremely wealthy woman, Samantha ."

Frank looked baffled, so Chloe clarified, "We don't know her, personally, but, as part of the reservation process Samantha had to tell our intake staff what your relationship was. When we saw you, we were so taken with your handsome face, sexy physique, and the legendary sexual life you lived, that we wanted to serve you, and really experience you, too."

"What happened with her? Are you still-" asked Annabeth.

"Annabeth!" barked Chloe, and then said something rapidly in Scandinavian , but Frank didn't need to speak the language to know she was telling Annabeth not to be rude by prying.

Frank laughed. Nothing could bother him right now. He'd had the drink he'd wanted all this time, was being honored by learning that these women picked him, specifically, and that this was above and beyond normal service, and, most importantly, he finally had confirmation that he and Samantha 's relationship hadn't been some fever dream!

Now his mind turned to the fact that he could come back next month, and that there was a whole menu to explore!