“Is that really the proper term?” The caramel-eyed brunette to my right asked, her judging eyes soaking in the black fishnet stockings reaching past the knee that ended in lace above two similarly colored 3-inch heels. Topping her legwear was a short skirt that barely covered the bottom half of an ass forged tight with numerous squats and glute workouts, exposed by her lack of panties. Not to mention the miniscule top that failed to cover her lean midsection, barely holding back a set of breasts that were obviously larger than DD’s in any human universe.

Amelia’s green eyes sparkled in her direction with a wink, her pixie face framed with sheets of wavy red hair. “Oh, many terms suit me, but that’s the one I’m settling for tonight.” Fingerless lace gloves handed out three menus to my friends and I that slightly glistened off the light reflected by the jeweled choker tied around Amelia’s long neck. “I’ll be back in a couple minutes, once you’ve decided on your appetizers and main course. Oh, and one more thing, there’s a raffle going on tonight, 100 dollars for a bid. Special prize that’s worth your money if you win!”

“So, Jax, it was your idea to come here?” The brunette glared at me over the top of her menu, observing the black obsidian 16 ounce glass, as if it was carved out of the rock itself. “You know if the girls are dressed so scantily, it means the food is probably shit.”

I held my hands up in surrender in the midst of the maid-café, strip club, swimsuit contest hybrid bar. “Honest to God, I didn’t know what this place would be like. Kyle heard from his friend that this place was the shit, but wouldn’t tell him what the big deal was. Five star reviews, he said.” I scratched my shortly cropped black hair, glancing from side to side at the other customers, most of them men, but there were a couple lesbians in crowd I could see.

“Well, we may as well order.” Kyle muttered, but his eyes weren’t even on the menu, but on the ass of the girl rolling by wearing nothing but a crop top, booty shorts, and a pair of skates carrying a platter laden with more obsidian glasses, all strangely empty. I rolled my eyes, smacked him upside his blonde head to redirect his attention to the menu and Cecilia. “Anyway, I don’t see why you have such a problem, you dressed like quite the whore back in college too.”

“Well yeah, when I went to raves or house parties.” She scowled, “I mean, who doesn’t want to look hot then? Never said no to a good fuck either. But I didn’t wear that sort of shit to a professional setting, to my job. Keep that shit private, at home. Like you don’t hear me bragging about how I sucked off 3 black men when we’re out for brunch, do you?”

“Oh shut up, let’s just pick something.” I snapped, glancing at the menu in disappointment. Cecilia had a point. All the food looked rather… regular for a bar. Buffalo wings, garlic fries, sliders, pizza, American appetizers. Strangely, there wasn’t a drink menu but I figured we’d just received defective menus. Eventually Amelia returned and I glanced up. “I’ll have the 15 buffalo wings in your atomic sauce. Can I get a side of blue cheese dressing alongside that?” Amelia nodded with a smile, jotting down my order and that of my companions’ on her notepad. As she spun on her heel, turning away I spoke up. “Um, excuse me, you didn’t get our drinks.”

“Coke for me.” Cecilia nodded. Kyle and I asked for Blue Moon and Samuel Adams, respectively, but Amelia frowned in an almost mocking, condescending manner.

“Oh I’m sorry, but we only serve one drink here.” Amelia turned back around, a sultry smile spreading across her face as she gathered our glasses on the table’s edge closest to her, forming a triangle.

“And uh, what is it?” I hesitantly asked.

“This.” Undoing the strap on her right shoulder and pulling her top down slightly, Amelia shamelessly exposed her enormous right breast and began massaging it before she pulled on her nipple. A ‘what the fuck’ burst from Cecilia’s lips but even she remained motionless as Amelia’s free hand snaked from her bellybutton past her skirt and underneath it to stimulate her nether regions. Her chest began heaving and her body trembled; I feared she’d fall over but my miniself swelled just like her succulent tits, preventing me from moving. Moans, gasps of pleasure left her lips as the three of us watched, frozen like victims of Medusa until a stream of frothy white milk erupted from her right nipple, dripping all over the table’s wooden surface. Squinting with one green eye above blushed cheeks, Amelia squeezed her nipple and aimed the stream into the three obsidian glasses in turn, filling them to the brim.

Stunned, we had absolutely no response as a rattling sigh escaped her lips. Clearing her throat, she adjusted her skirt, licked the fingers she’d just used to rub her clit and the breastmilk off her other hand. Then she covered her breast with that skimpy fabric you could barely call a top, the white of our eyes as wide as dinner plates as she did so. Finally, she wiped the tabletop before looking up. “Sorry about that! Enjoy your drinks! I’ll have your orders out for you in 10, 15 minutes tops!” She trilled in a sing-song voice, winking in my direction before her amazing buttocks vanished in the direction of the kitchens.

Hello again, your ever gracious, perverted host and storyteller here, Ernest_Gangbangway. This prompt, based on /u/traineeslut ‘s Milk Jug’s Café idea follows a group of friends (2 single men and a girl) entering an establishment where the main drink is breastmilk. All you lactation and tit-fuck fetish holders can unite! Perhaps I rape the waitress, maybe she gives you a blowjob underneath the table, perhaps I run a train on her? No doubt I’ll feel you up as you take my order, slapping your ass a bit, maybe even pinch your nipple here and there and get a firsthand taste of your breast milk straight from the source. Perhaps I’ll pay the manager to take you back home where I fuck you, or even in the back alley if that’s what you like. Or perhaps even a foursome between my friends and you ;)

Kinks and DPP Profile However, some of the kinks I don’t like or are neutral on can be negotiated, in fact they’re encouraged as long as you make them seem appealing.

If you’re interested, send me a response back, but I prefer longer, detailed messages. I’ll respond to all messages within 24 hours, even if it’s with a simple “I’m dreadfully sorry, this position has been filled. I’ll contact you in the future if you wish to play then.” Should you like what you read, describe your character and her reaction to this scenario, your kinks, where you’d like this roleplay to go and continue the scene, perhaps after asking a couple questions. This will start as short-term, but can be longer depending on the quality of your responses and our chemistry. Enjoy your stay here and please upvote my post if you enjoyed it, -Ernest_Gangbangway