Savoia had recently moved to Tolboro, a small North American college town where she was attending university. Wanting to save as much money as she could she opted out of staying at the college's dorms and instead signed a lease to rent a room in an old chateau just on the outskirts of the town. It turned out that the owner of the old chateau, her one and only roommate, was a magician in his early thirties named Cedar. Of course Savoia didn't know that at the time when she had signed the lease as he only made it apparent shortly after she moved in.

A few days after she moved in he showed his true colors as he cast various spells, curses, and hexes on her. They weren't anything malicious, instead she discovered that not only was Cedar capable of magic but he was also an unapologetic pervert. He put curses on her which caused her ass to inflate and fill up whatever seat she sat on, a spell that made her breasts grow out of any top she had on, and even a hex that caused her butt to swell up to the bass of music. Of course she complained about it but before she could threaten to break the lease Cedar oh so kindly reminded her that she signed the lease. With a flick of his wrist and a ✨POOF✨ of magic he summoned the lease and showed her the clause which stated that in exchange for the reduced price on rent that he could freely use his magic on her as long as it didn't result in any harm to her. She should’ve known that the cheap price was too good to be true but with the lease already signed she had no choice but to wait it out for the 12 months she signed up for.

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Savoia walked down the sidewalk with a pep in her step, her cheeks, thighs, and exposed top of her breasts a rosy pink as the chilly autumn air gently nipped at her skin. The gentle autumn breeze blew through her vibrant pink hair and tickled the inside of her matching vulpine ears. Her fluffy fox tail flicked alongside her skirt which fluttered about in the docile wind. Shortly after moving to Tolboro she had found a decent paying job at the town's local maid cafe where she worked whatever shifts were offered to her. She felt a tad self-conscious about wearing her work uniform, a black and light-blue maid dress which was a bit more revealing than anything she normally wore, on her way to work but the walk was short and it beat having to change in a bathroom stall.

🔔DING DING DING🔔 A bell rang as Savoia pushed her way through the doors and into the maid cafe, ready for an honest day of work. The coworker assigned as today's hostess looked up from the host stand at the sound of the bell ready to say her typical greeting until she noticed it wasn’t a customer. Behind her was a packed restaurant with young women dressed in the same uniform Savoia was wearing running from table to table. It was a Friday afternoon after all which meant they got the end of week crowd which consisted of university students and tired office workers.

“Oh, thank goodness you’re here!” Janine, the girl behind the host stand, spoke in an exasperated tone. “We’re getting absolutely slammed and Tina called out. I’ll start throwing some tables your way once you're clocked in.”

“Sure thing.” Savoia made her way through the cafe towards the back of house, making sure to stay out of the way of her bustling coworkers. After clocking in she saw that Janine had already assigned a table to her, a 4 top seated at a booth. After grabbing a server book she walked back out onto the floor and made her way to her table. Before she even got to her table she could make out two bunny ears with fur as white as snow sticking up through the crowd of heads at the table she had been assigned. As she got closer she could make out the rest of the folks that would make up her first customers of the day. Three of her four top were composed of two humans, a short skinny guy with blonde hair and a bigger dude with dark brown hair and glasses, and a wolf man who were chatting amongst themselves as they occasionally broke out into small fits of quiet laughter. Meanwhile the owner of the bunny ears sat with his head hung low as he nervously shifted in his seat, unable to get comfortable. “Hello,” her sudden appearance interrupted the three boys mid-sentence causing them to direct their attention towards her, “I’m Savoia and I’ll be your maid today. Have you all been here before or is it your first time visiting?”

“We’ve been here before,” the dark hair guy said while vaguely gesturing at himself, the other human, and the wolf boy, “but he hasn’t.” More clearly he pointed at his squirrely bunny friend who meekly waved at Savoia before returning his stare back towards the tabletop.

“Perfect! Well, if any of you have any questions please feel free to ask. In the meantime can I get you guys started with your drinks?” She went around the table, starting with the dark haired guy who seemed to be the more outspoken one of the group, and ended on the shy little ball of white fluff. Their order wasn’t anything special, just a pot of coffee for the entire table and a couple of waters and tea which she jotted down into her notepad. “Got it!” She exclaimed. “And can I get you all started on any appetizers today?”

The guy with the glasses looked around to his friends and shrugged which they all answered with a simple shake of their heads. “No. I think we’re good for now.”

“Sounds good! I’ll be back in just a short bit with your drinks.” She flashed a smile at the four boys and turned to return to the back of house. As she walked away she could feel at least three pairs of eyes glued to her rear, and although she was generally considered attractive she couldn’t come up with a good reason for their obvious gawking. It didn't take long for her to grab all of their beverages as she set the pot of coffee up to brew as she gathered the cups she needed, poured them their drinks, and positioned them onto her tray. By that time the coffee had finished so she moved it over to the tray as well and was out the back of house door with it.

The heels of her mary jane pumps clacked against the tile floor of the cafe. Now Savoia wasn’t aware that Cedar had placed a curse or two on her as she left the chateau to head to work so as she made her way back to her four top her peculiar spell based oddities made her turn heads. 🍈BOING BOING BOING🍈 Her breasts audibly wobbled and bounced on her chest with each step she took, their exaggerated movements a stark contrast from the rest of her upper body which she held rigid as to not drop her serving tray. Her hips swayed, swishing her pink fox tail along with it as it trailed behind her, and her breasts jumped up and down within their fabric constraints. All of that together created a juxtaposition against the professional manner in which she composed herself. And although Savoia was unaware of how she moved her body, or even the cartoonish sounds her breasts made, the sheer amount of attention she was drawing from customers and her coworkers was not lost on her.

“Here you boys go,” Savoia rested the tray on the edge of the table, “I’ve got your drinks right here for you all.” She placed the pot of coffee onto the center of the table before handing out each drink one by one. “Water for both of you.” She placed a glass of water in front of the wolf man and the dark haired guy. “And a water and tea for you boys in the back.” She grabbed the respective drinks and leaned over the table, inadvertently pressing her chest up against the guy closest to the outer corner she was standing by, which happened to be the furry canine one. She placed the water in front of the blonde guy and the tea in front of the bunny boy before standing back upright and removing her bosom from the wolf guy's head. “You boys know what you’re gonna order or do you still need a bit more time?” Savoia surveyed her table for an answer and noticed that each of their cheeks were a nice rosy red whilst the wolf guy sat wide eyed and avoided eye contact with her.

“Ahem”, the dark haired customer cleared his throat, “I think we all know what we want.”

Savoia watched as the rest of his friends all murmured along in agreement. “Sounds good! Let me get that down for you all. Starting with you.” She turned and tilted her notepad towards the wolf guy who visibly stiffened in his spot.

“Oh! Uh…” He stammered as he reopened his menu and scanned down the list with his finger. “I’ll have the… grizzly gravy curry with extra meat and a side order of pork gyozas.”

“Prefect…” Savoia jotted down his order into her notepad. “I can take the menu from you sweety.” She was handed the menu but instead of tucking it underneath her free arm she opted to nestle it between her cleavage, leaving just the top few inches poking free. “How about you darling?” She turned and gestured her notepad at the blonde guy.

“I’ll just have the kimchi and sausage fried rice.” He handed his menu over to Savoia and watched as she added it to the other one between her bosom. “Oh! And can I have an iced mocha as well? I changed my mind about the drink.”

“Of course, of course!” Savoia jotted his meal and drink down before turning to the dark haired guy on the other side of the table.

“I’ll have your oyakodon, a side order of takoyaki, and a small tri-berry jelly parfait.” He waited for Savoia to jot down his order before handing his menu off to her.

“Perfect. And last but not least what can I get for the cutey in the back?” She turned towards the bunny boy and slotted the menu along with the other two in her cleavage.

“I’ll have- Uh… Can I have the…” He picked up his menu and fumbled through the pages. “Can I have the wan wan wonderful stir-fry and a side of tempura?”

“Of course! And I can take that menu from you sweety.” Savoia leaned over the table and reached for the menu, again pressing her chest up against her grey furred customer. “Okay,” she shoved the last menu between her tits, “I’ll go get those placed in and I’ll have your iced mocha out to you shortly.” She went and placed their order with the kitchen, and whilst she waited she got to work on making the iced mocha. In a small pot she put cream, sugar, and freshly shaved bits of cocoa which she stirred together before placing onto the heater. As the cocoa melted she slowly whisked it together until the mixture was smooth and at a nice simmer. She took the pot of the heat and grabbed some cold brew from the undercounter cooler which was also whisked into the mixture. She poured it on top of ice into one of their glass coffee cups before carefully pouring in some more cream and chocolate syrup, which she then shaped into a winking fox head using a metal stirring rod. By then the jello parfait was also finished so she walked the both of them out to her table with the only thing to note being she interrupted the wolf guy talking about how soft something felt against his head.

After a short wait the kitchen had finished the last dish for Savoia’s table. She had a tray brimming with a variety of colorful and fragrant dishes which she walked out to her table. She placed a plate of golden fried rice studded with spicy red kimchi, seared sausage slices, and scallions, crowned with a perfectly runny fried egg that glistens invitingly on top in front of the blonde haired guy. A bowl featuring a fluffy rice bear with nori eyes and carrot ears nestled beside seared salmon and steamed veggies, all awaiting a rich, savory curry gravy served in its own elegant little boat along with a small plate holding four hot and crunchy gyozas stuffed with pork and veggies in front of the wolf man. The chubby, dark haired guy got a bowl of oyakodon with tender chicken and silky egg draped over fluffy rice, steaming gently beside a golden tray of crispy, sauce-drizzled takoyaki topped with bonito flakes. And lastly, the adorably anxious bunny boy got a stir-fry plate starring a rice pup with a beaming nori smile and a tiny top hat crafted from seaweed and veggie slices, surrounded by a colorful medley of stir-fried veggies and meat, with a crispy side of golden tempura.

“There we go.” She said as she slid the last dish across the table. “Let me know if I can get you boys anything else or when you’re ready for a desert. I hope you enjoy.” She bowed, giving them all a gourmet serving of cleavage to go along with their food before leaving to let them eat in peace.

The next few hours were a hectic blur as Janine began loading Savoia up with the endless deluge of their late afternoon crowd. Between taking orders and running foods or drinks out to her tables she found the time to check in on her first table, getting them refills when needed and taking their order of deserts. After they left she noticed they had left a sizable 45% tip on their order and a note which read ‘Looking forward to seeing you again next time’. The good part of a busy shift meant that the first five hours of her shift blew by in what felt like a blink of the eye. The bad part was that she would be tired for the last three hours, but at least they had died down and could get a chance to breathe.

“Girrrlllllll, I saw you working those chumps today. But a girl's gotta eat so I ain’t throwing no shade your way.” Emily, one of Savoia’s fellow maids, interrupted the cook she was chatting with to shout across the back of house and wave Savoia over.

Savoia shrugged, she could use a little bit of a break from cleaning dishes and it wasn’t like she had any tables to tend to. She placed the cup she was drying off down, tucked the cleaning rag into one of the few pockets her uniform had, and joined her coworkers. “I’m not sure I’m following. I was just doing what I always do.”

Emily let out a loud, abrupt guffaw. “Pfft! Uh-huh, yeah, sure!”

“Emily told me you were using what your momma gave you to earn big on tips today.” The cook nodded his head, pointing to Savoia’s chest with his nose. “Said you were driving the men and ladies wild out there.”

“No, seriously what are you guys talking about? It's been just another average day of work… You guys are making it sound like I’m some sort of temptress or something.” Savoia’s deadpanned, serious response was met with her two coworkers erupting into laughter.

“That's a good one, Sav! I’ll make sure to tell the boss that if he asks.” Emily gave an exaggerated wink at Savoia as she playfully nudged her in the arm.

“But-” Before Savoia could correct them the door to the back of house swung open.

“There you are!” Janine made eye contact with Savoia and closed the gap between them. “You won't believe it. I have a customer who was just seated that specifically requested you.”

“They did?” Savoia's eyes lit up at this news. Some customers would pay extra to request a certain maid and, although they could be a bit more demanding and intensive compared to people simply passing through, they usually paid out a lot better in tips. And this was the first time someone had requested for Savoia so she was equally excited as she was nervous.

“Mmm hmm! And, I don't want to jinx it but… he looks to be on the wealthier side so hopefully you go home with a wad of cash in your pockets tonight.” Janine pulled Savoia over to their service console and gave her a quick run down of their VIP system. “You got this! And remember to just have fun with it and treat them like any other customer.”

“Got it.” Savoia nodded, and with wishes of luck from her coworkers she steeled herself and pushed her way out onto the floor. Rather than head to any table she made her way with a reinvigorated pep in her step to a hallway near the back where there were a half dozen rooms for VIP guests. “I got this.” Savoia pepped herself up and swung the door to the private room open. “Hello, I’m Savoia! Thank you for reque-… Oh. It's you.” Savoia's peppy attitude deflated as she saw sitting at the table by his lonesome was none other than her roommate/landlord, Cedar.

He leaned back with his arms spread and elbows resting along the top part of the booths back. Like Janine hinted at he was indeed well dressed as he was wearing a pair of grey slacks with a partially unbuttoned, dark red suit jacket that left his faintly patterned, white undershirt visible. Beneath his short, intentionally ruffled brown hair was what Savoia could only describe as a shit-eating grin. “Don’t be like that roomie! I am a paying customer afterall.”

“Like hell you are!” Savoia stood at the opposite side of his table with her arms crossed as she glared down at the mischievous magician. “You’re only here to put some of your weird magic on me and watch me humiliate myself.”

“Put some on you?” Cedar’s toothy grin was replaced with a closed, curled mouth and a look of confusion as he brought his arms down in front of himself and leaned forward. “Oh! I see the problem.” He snapped his fingers. “I already put some on you before you left the house today.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I would have noticed that already.” She slammed her hands down onto the table and, to her horror, heard a sound similar to a thin sheet of metal being waved in the air emanating from her breasts as they swung wildly while dangling from her chest. She could feel them lightly tap into one another like an impromptu Newton’s cradle. “What the?!” Her cheeks turned many shades darker than her hair as she jolted upright, scooping her arms beneath her tits. Every movement she made, no matter how small, sent them into a jiggling frenzy with exaggerated, yet fitting, sound effects to go along with it. Despite the sudden wave of embarrassment settling into Savoia as she recalled every out of place thing that had occurred up to this point in her night shift she could feel her nipples hardening, rubbing against the soft fabric of her uniform. “I thought this was supposed to be in private! Not…” She hesitated, her ears flattening as they turned towards the back of her head.

“The lease doesn't say anything about when or where I can have my fun.” He taunted, leaning back in his seat once again as he spoke. He then held his hand out towards Savoia and asked as he gestured, “Now can I have my menu? The food you bring home always looks so good and I wanted to give it a try.”

Savoia let out a sigh and rolled her eyes. “Here you go.” She leaned over the table and handed the menu off to Cedar, giving him another eyeful of her cleavage and further embarrassing herself. She hated how having her body sub-consciously move made her feel, feeling irritated at the lack of control yet a not unpleasant fuzzy feeling lingered deep in her gut. Despite being aware of it and being partially able to reign it in under her own control it felt like her body moved of its own accord before she could even react. “There you go.” She stood up and crossed her arms in front of her chest to calm down and contain their fervorant wobbling. “Seeing as you haven't been here before, would you care to hear about today's specials or any recommendations?”

Cedar placed his menu face down onto the table. “Ooh, yes! I’d love to hear those. Let's start with today's specials.”

“Of course! We have an omurice with demi-glace, a chicken katsu sandwich,…” Savoia rattled the chef's special menu off of her head, tapping her finger against her other hand as she kept track of what she had listed. As she got into today's special deserts she noticed herself adding a bit of unwanted emphasis to certain words. “And for desserts he’s whipped up a creamy matcha panna cotta and we have a fruit parfait which comes with a chiffon cake filling and locally sourced fruit from the farmers market all served with whipped cream on the top.”

“Some of those do sound quite good but…” He paused. “I can't pay extra for a one on one, VIP experience and not ask my lovely hostess what she’d recommend.”

Savoia was actually always quite giddy to share her favorite dishes, even with her current customer as she brushed past his oddly flirtatious yet mocking inquiry. “I haven't tried everything on our menu yet but for our meals I’d either recommend the strawberry chicken salad sando or, if you want something a bit more savory, the fruit-glazed karaage which is tossed in an orange and yuzu flavored sauce. For deserts though that's a bit more difficult…” She pondered for a moment. “I think I’d recommend either our milkshakes, which are simple, creamy, and customizable, a matcha tiramisu, or, my favorite, our blue tea syrup drizzle purIN?!~” Savoia's clasped her hands over her mouth as her entire body tensed up. Her legs felt weak as an overwhelming majority of her muscles in her pelvic region began rhythmically convulsing. Her panties became soaked with the instant deluge of liquids her twitching pussy expelled, causing its fabric to cling uncomfortably to her labia major. “Ha~ ha~” Her breathing was hard and irregular as she came down from the sudden orgasm that had come out of nowhere. She stared daggers at Cedar who sat content and snug in his cushioned seat as she knew this was his doing.

“I see.” His smug voice gave away how pleased he was with himself. “The blue tea purin-”

“Ah!~” Savoia’s legs buckled underneath her, causing her to fall to her knees as he repeated the word ‘purin’ back to her.

“- sounds rather delicious!” Cedar continued, speaking over the sudden outburst and mewling his waitress was vocalizing. “If I’m not mistaken blue tea syrup is made from butterfly pea flowers, right?” He paused to give Savoia the chance to answer but she was still breathing heavily, reeling from the back to back orgasms she just had. “Anyways, I’ll have that as well as the omurice with demi-glace. It sounds… interesting but in a good way. I’m excited to see how the chef pulls that one off.”

“Hah~ hah~” Savoia exhaled sharply before lifting her arms back up to the table and using them to prop herself up as she began scribbling down Cedar’s order. She made sure to write down ‘Japanese pudding’ just on the off chance that writing the word would trigger the curse placed on her. “Okay…~ And would you like a drink with that?~”

“Oh! Actually…” He picked the menu up from the table and flipped it to its backside. “I saw you guys offer an Irish coffee so I’ll do one of those. Do you still need to I.D. me?”

“No, no…” She jotted down his drink and slowly stood up on wobbly legs. “You're good.” Cedar proceeded to hand the menu over to her which she then proceeded to stuff it and her notepad down into her cleavage which she didn’t bother to try and fight at this point. As she made her way back to the back of house she became acutely aware of why everyone’s eyes were on her tonight. Each step made her breasts jump in joy, daring to bounce free from her top. Her hips jutted outward in rhythm with her feet which gave her an incredibly seductive gait. All together it brought a lot of attention to her ample, womanly figure. Even though they weren’t busy, what little customers they did have ended up staring, gawking, or drooling as she walked by. She could feel her cheeks burning with a common appearance for her. She pushed her way through the doors and into the back of house where after she dropped off the menu she approached the window leading to the kitchen. “Got a VIP order for you today Smith.” She grabbed her notepad from her cleavage and slid it over the counter towards the head chef. “You mind making the drink for me as well? I gotta head to the ladies room.”

“Of course! Me and my crew can take it from here.” His voice was loud yet grated from what Savoia could only assume was years of smoking but he tore the order slip from her notepad and slid it over. Before Savoia could get out of ear shot she heard Smith shout, “I need a demi-glace omurice dropped followed by an irish coffee and a blue tea purin!”

“Ah shit!~” Savoia stumbled as her body instantly grew warm and tingly. She fell to the side but managed to catch herself on a nearby wire rack where they held their cleaning supplies. Her knuckles turned white as she held on with a death grip, her legs and pussy twitching beneath her as another orgasm assaulted her body. “Fuck~” She panted heavily as she turned her head to the side and peered behind her. It didn’t look like anyone among the kitchen staff saw that. She got back up onto her own two feet, brushed her skirt off, and made her way out to the floor before any of them could see what happened. On the floor she power walked her way to the bathroom, not caring who saw her flushed face or bouncing tits. She threw the doors open and practically stumbled into the counter so she could see herself in the mirror. Her face was a bright, rosy red and her chest heaved with her not quite yet labored breathing. Deeper in her chest and within her gut she felt tingly yet empty as her flustered mess of a self stared back at her. Poking over the top hem of her outfit she could see two puffy pink mounds at the tip of her teats and at the tip of her unusually large areolas, still being kept decent by her frilly top, were swollen nubs the size of sour gum drop candies which throbbed and radiated with a need for attention. “Fuck~ I look like a mess.” Savoia muttered as she pushed herself upright from the bathroom's countertop. Her mind was racing, trying to make sense of everything that had happened so far and despite finding it deeply irritating and embarrassing there was another feeling brewing deep within her. She lifted a hand up to her chest and, after fiddling with her top to get it to cover her swollen areola, decided to pinch one of her nipples between her thumb and pointer finger. “Ah!~” A moan escaped from her lips as she unconsciously pressed her breast into her hand. Her swollen nipple was significantly more sensitive than normal to the point she found she couldn’t bring herself to stop. Whilst tweaking and pinching her nipple her free hand reached underneath her skirt and began rubbing her pussies lips through the soaked fabric of her panties. “Stupid, fucking pervert…~” Her mind became filled with her pleasure, only able to hold onto thoughts of how excited she found all of this. “Fuck~ Hah~” She closed her eyes and became enveloped in her own teasing of her body. “I’m so-~” 🚽FLUSH🚽 Savoia went pale and broke free from her impromptu self-care session at the sound of a toilet being flushed from one of the closed stalls. Not wanting to face the potential horror that someone had heard her mewling and moaning Savoia splashed some cold water onto her face and dashed out the door as she used her sleeve to soak up the water. “Keep it together Savoia!” She said to herself, lightly slapped her cheeks and shook her head as she made her way back to the kitchen.

“There you are!” The head chef exclaimed as Savoia entered the back of house. “I was about to have Emily run this to your table. Don’t want this perfectly good food to go cold, you know.”

“Sorry about that.” Savoia let out a sheepish chuckle as she lifted the tray of food and began walking it back to the VIP rooms. She pushed the door to the room Cedar was in, sat the tray on the edge of the table and began serving him his food. “The first dish I have for you is the chef’s very own special omurice with a savory demi-glace.” She placed a plate with a flawlessly cooked golden omelet resting on savory ketchup rice, cloaked in rich demi-glace, and topped with a neatly drawn ketchup bunny wearing a tiny chef hat. “And for your drink we have a freshly made glass of Irish coffee.” She placed a glass of Irish coffee layered with deep, whiskey-kissed brew beneath a cloud of freshly whipped cream, topped with a cocoa-dusted shamrock and balanced with a chocolate-covered waffle cookie resting playfully on the rim. “And lastly, here’s your pur-… japanese pudding.” She slid a delicate glass dish holding a purin glazed in shimmering blue tea syrup, jiggling with an intensity that rivaled Savoia’s own hexed breasts, topped with a swirl of whipped cream and a single edible butterfly pea flower. “Is there anything else I can get for you?”

“This all looks so delicious!” Cedar grabbed the rim of the glass dish and shook it back and forth, watching the syrup covered pudding jiggle and wobble. “I think I’m all set, although would you mind getting me some more of the blue tea syrup? I don’t mind if it costs extra.”

“Oh, yeah! I can grab you some more. And we don’t charge for extra sauces like that so there’s no need to worry.” Cedar picked up his fork and took a large scoop from his omurice as Savoia left to go get him his extra sauce. One 2oz metal ramekin and a short walk later she returned with his extra syrup. Although he was focusing on his main dish, with his omurice already being a good third the way consumed, Savoia did note that he had already sampled the purin and had already devoured the chocolate coated stroopwafel that came with his Irish coffee. “Here you go.” She leaned over the side of the table and placed the ramekin close to his arrangement of dishes. “So,” Savoia crossed her arms and peered down at Cedar from across the table, “do you really expect the usual shtick I normally have to do?”

“Nuh-uh.” Cedar shook his head and swallowed a mouthful of omurice. “I just came here to mess with you and try y’alls food. Like, I never imagined I would love it but I’m a huge fan of this purin.” He pointed at the barely yet touched mound of pudding with his fork and watched as Savoia yelped and fell to her knees.

“You’re such an asshole!~” Savoia panted from the tile floor, her hands clutching the bottom hem of her dress as the lower half of her body spasmed and twitched. The instant orgasm had blindsided her and with the constant assault of pleasure she had been subjected to within the last hour she felt weak and dizzy. She managed to lift her head up and look at her tormentor from below the table however as he callously continued away at his meal. She felt overwhelmingly frustrated at him, both at the fact he held so much power over her but also because she could feel deep down that there was some part of her enjoying it. But that frustration and anger was still there as she absentmindedly stared at his lower half whilst stewing in her confusing emotions.

“You okay down there?” Cedar asked with a mouth half-full of food. He waited a short bit to allow Savoia to respond but she instead pouted from beneath the table, unsure of how to respond. “You know what? I think I know what you want.” He uncrossed his legs and spread them, giving her a clean, uninterrupted look at his crotch. “Took you long enough to discover your last little curse.”

Savoia felt oddly entranced by the site of his groin, as both sets of lips drooled and her mouth felt more and more empty the longer she looked at it. Before she knew it she had somehow crawled her way between his legs and rested her chin on the cushioned booth seat in front of his crotch. When did she manage to crawl her way over there? What was she doing? What was going on? Her mind raced as her hands moved with a mind of their own. They slowly unzipped Cedar’s pants and parted the front slit to his boxers causing his erect, bratwurst sized dick to spring free. Her breathing became heavy at the sight of his cock in all of its nine inch glory. Before she knew it she felt it pass by her lips and into her mouth as her body leaned forward without her command. “Guk?!” Her throat hummed against the intruder in her mouth as she realized what she was doing. “Wuf wa wuq?!” (What the fuck?!)

“Oh? I didn’t know you worked at that kind of maid cafe!” Cedar sarcastically said as he peered down at Savoia. His eyes met hers which stared back with an intense fury whilst her mouth was stuffed with his penis. Her head bobbed back and forth causing wet slurping noises to come from her mouth as she lubed up his pole.

“Stahp!~” Cedar’s teasing and taunting just fueled Savoia’s frustrations and embarrassment which the curse manifested as turning her full-hearted blowjob into attempting to deepthroat his thick cock. “Hahm~ Ghuk~ Ghah~” The tip of his dick prodded the back of her throat as her nose inched closer and closer to pressing into his fupa.

“Fuck~ I’ve had some good head before but getting the little man serviced while enjoying some great food really is something else.” Savoia watched Cedar eat forkful after forkful of his omurice, washing the occasional bit down with a sip of Irish coffee, as she stared up at him. She could feel his cock twitch with excitement within her mouth but no matter how much effort she put into sucking him off she still couldn't get him to cum. “God that was good.” He pushed the finished plate of omurice away from and scooted his desert closer to him. “Mmm!~” Cedar moaned after placing a bite of purin into his mouth. “This is so good!” He proceeded to take a few more bites, pacing himself so he could savor every bite. “I can see why the purin is your favorite dish Savoia,” he could feel her throat vibrate on his dick as she proceeded to moan into it, “The sweet yet herbal syrup mixes wonderfully with the purin’s creamy flavor.”

“Mahaaa… Mo more!~” Savoia reeled from the one-two punch of Cedar’s utterance of the word ’purin’, nearly passing out from the sheer pleasure she was feeling. Yet despite this she couldn’t manage to break her mouth free from Cedar’s penis, in fact her frustration with being made to cum twice within such a short period of time caused the curse to evolve in a surprising way. Savoia’s hands pulled her top down, exposing her burdensome breasts and their now bottle cork sized nipples to Cedar. They then proceeded to lift her tits up and squeeze them around his cock whilst her head continued to piston itself up and down what it could dick. “Com on!~”

“Now that’s what I was waiting for!” Cedar held up the metal ramekin over Savoia’s head and began drizzling it over his cock and the two tits it was squished between. The sudden added sweetness in Savoia’s mouth caused her to salivate as she began spreading the syrup over his cock, coating it with a vibrant blue sheen. “Fuck~ That feels so fucking good~” Cedar moaned. “I think I’m close to-”

“Mmm!~” Cedar’s dick tensed up in Savoia’s mouth before suddenly splurting load after load of salty cum down her throat. How much cum does this guy have? Her cheeks began to puff up as her mouth refused to let a single drop of man-cream escape her lips. After what felt like ages the torrent of spunk finally ceased which finally allowed Savoia to pull her mouth free from Cedar’s clutches. “Gah!” She gasped for air as she coughed up bits of blue-stained cum onto her hands. 😵Cough Cough Cough😵

“You’re really good at that by the by.” Cedar leaned back in his spot with both his stomach and balls content as he looked down at Savoia. “Oh! Let me get that for you.” He pulled a handkerchief from his breast pocket, wetted it with his tongue, and reached beneath the table to wipe some cum off Savoia's cheek who refused to make eye contact with him. She jumped a bit when he then moved on to wiping the syrup off of her still exposed breasts. “Can’t have you walking around like that, can we.” He laughed.

Savoia silently fixed her top and sighed when she couldn’t find any plausible way to hide her massive, engorged nipples. She then crawled out from beneath the table and stood up. “You can… You can use the kiosk to pay.” She spoke plainly as she turned the kiosk towards Cedar, the entire time everting her gaze off to the side.

“Will do! And thanks for the recommendations.” Cedar said whilst doing a playful scout salute.

“Hmmph!” Savoia huffed as she turned away from Cedar pouting. Her cheeks felt ablaze as she puffed them out and hid her raging blush. “You’re welcome…” She found herself avoiding looking at him as she simply left the VIP room and made her way to the back of house.

Her off behavior didn’t go completely unnoticed as Janine saw her from her host stand and followed her from the floor into the back. “Everything go well?”

“Huh?” Savoia looked up at Janine. “Oh- Uh, yeah. I just don’t really want to talk about it.”

“Aw! Don’t worry Sav, nobody gets the VIP service correct on their first go. Here,” Janine grabbed Savoia’s notepad and pen from her, “why don’t you cool down and do something simple like the dishes? I’ll assign the rest of the tables to the others. Okay?”

“Oh. Sure.” Savoia nodded. The rest of her shift was rather uneventful as she silently and half-heartedly worked her way through a large pile of dishes. She couldn’t focus on the task at hand as her mind was busy elsewhere, sorting through the conflicting and bizarre feelings she was feeling. But after the night shift cleaning, sorting out tips (which Savoia noticed Cedar gave a generous 40% tip on top of the mandatory gratuity for VIP sessions), and clocking out Savoia made her way home with one arm wrapped around her chest and the other holding the back part of her skirt down.

She made her way up the short path up the hill to the chateau and let herself in, making her way up the foyer’s stairs, and down the hall. She was hoping Cedar wouldn’t notice that she had gotten home but he had taken up shop in his study which she had to walk by on her way to her room. The place she would call home, at least until she finished her classes or the lease ended, truly was breathtaking. For being well over 100 years old it was well maintained and had a lot of that charm most modern day buildings were missing. All the way up to the front doors were vibrant, lovely rose bushes nestled between large oak trees and trimmed back hedges. The inside had been renovated to allow for modern day electronics and lighting which did a lot to illuminate the dark, earthy toned wooden flooring all complimented by the ornately patterned wallpapers. The hallway in which her room was found in was a lovely shade of a pale blue lined with countless dressers topped with vases and brimming, fresh flowers.

“Welcome home roomie!” Cedar called out to Savoia before placing the book he was reading face down on the end table next to him. “Don’t worry, I’ve had my fun for the day. I just wanted to let you know that you’ll be curse free when you wake up tomorrow morning.”

“Okay.” She stared down at the floor. “Thanks for letting me know.” She then, still unable to look at Cedar and with a blush on her face, continued her way down the hall. She walked into her room, locked the door behind her, proceeded to strip down to just her soaked panties, and laid down back first onto her bed. Her large, pink. Cylindrical nipples looked ridiculous as they pointed up at the ceiling. The price she was paying for this lavish room, which came furnished with the king sized bed she was currently laying on really was a steal! Though she still wasn't sure if the luxurious living space was worth the non-monetary price she was paying. “Why does he have to be such a pervert?” She stared at her nipples for a while before she brought her hand up to them, wrapped all five fingers around it, and gave it a light squeeze. “Ah!~” Her back arched as a sharp tingling sensation radiated from her nipple and through her spine. “He’s so ridiculous…” She let go of her nipple and rolled over to her side. Her favorite plushie sat mere inches away from her face which gave her an idea. She picked up her fox shaped plush friend, pressed it into her face, and whispered, “Purin.”