chapter 3 a restaurant for the super-rich

The Tiara-Masura was the poshest restaurant Ashley had ever seen. Fountains and exotic plants adorned a huge modern dining hall with marble tables and high ceilings from which vast diamond chandeliers dangled impressively. Immaculately smart waiters rushed around with tantalizing delicacies and bottles of obscenely expensive wine.

Having been ushered their table, Ashley and Jennifer had been presented with menus on which the least expensive starter was 50 dollars and a single course sounded like a feast.

While Jennifer looked hungrily down the menu, Ashley gazed around the restaurant. There were seven or eight other couples in. As she'd expected - this being the kind of place that attracted only the exceedingly well-heeled - the other diners were done up to the nines. The women in particular, looked stunning.

Then again, so did Ashley - and, she had to grudgingly admit, so did Jennifer. The blonde beauty, her hair perfectly curled to frame her beautiful face, was clad in a figure-hugging designer red dress, with a large ruby necklace highlighting her full, quivering cleavage. Her brunette sister - or more accureately her brunette sister's maids - had squeezed her into a stunning emerald evening gown, encrusted with over $50,000 worth of stones. Still, Ashley grinned to herself, as impressive as the dress was, it would've been perfect on her sister three months ago. Now, while it accentuated her curves, it was rather too tight around the boobs, belly and backside.

The blonde frowned. And yet somehow...somehow Jennifer seemed to fit in with the other diners better than she did. Ashley looked around again.

She soon realised why. All the other women in the restaurant, in addition to being perfecftly made up and very well dressed, looked...well... very well-fed too. At a table to the right, a big round-faced blonde of 30-odd years leaned eagerly over her table, her massive mammaries swelling gloriously in her gleaming golden dress as she slurped chocolate cake from the outstretched silver fork of her handsome husband, the bulging outline of her overfed belly pushing up against the marble. At another table, a slim and very dapper young man was struggling to help his gorgeous but severely swollen spouse out of her chair. Red-faced and puffing, the young lady wobbled all over as her equally young husband managed with some difficultly to get her to her feet. The diamond-gowned girl, though extremely pretty, looked almost as overfed as she was overdressed, and Ashley could only wonder at the number of rich meals she must have consumed to become so absurdly overweight at such a young age.

Over in the bar area sat several other young ladies at various levels of plumpness, relaxing contentedly with lazy, sated smiles and glazed eyes, manicured hands straying to contended tummies as their sharply-dressed male companions ordered expensive cocktails to ease the effects of their ladyfriends' overindulgence. And at the end of a plush leather couch, a girl who could be no older than Ashley and only a tad tubbier was lying in a daze, with her head resting on her boyfriend's lap, her long shapely legs squirming occasionally in her short designer dress, looks of discomfort mingled with tender affection playing across her pretty features as her handsome companion rubbed soothing circles into her clearly too-full tummy.

This last sight had caught Jennifer's attention too - and aroused her ire. With David away again, who was going to rub her delicate tummy to ensure a smooth digestion! He was so selfish! Snapping her fingers irritably she summoned a smartly dressed waiter.

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