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The tension from the afternoon's events still lingered as Jessica and Olivia arrived at an upscale restaurant. Olivia's nerves were on edge, determined to please Jessica, despite the lingering humiliation from the earlier encounter.

Jessica, on the other hand, seemed perfectly at ease, her commanding presence drawing attention as they entered the dimly lit dining room.

They were seated at a corner table, the soft ambient lighting casting a warm glow over their faces.

The restaurant was bustling, filled with patrons enjoying their meals and engaging in lively conversation.

Jessica's eyes sparkled with mischief as she surveyed the room, clearly in her element. Olivia, however, felt the familiar flutter of anxiety in her chest, wondering what Jessica had planned for the evening.

Their waiter arrived, a handsome man in his mid-20s with a charming smile. "Good evening, ladies. My name is Jake, and I'll be taking care of you tonight. Can I start you off with something to drink?"

Jessica's smile was both seductive and commanding. "We'll have a bottle of your finest red wine, Jake," she said, her eyes locking onto his. "And perhaps you could help us with a little something else."

Jake's eyebrows raised slightly in curiosity, but he maintained his professional demeanor. "Of course, ma'am. What else can I assist you with?"

Jessica leaned forward slightly, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

"My friend here," she gestured to Olivia, who was blushing deeply, "is in desperate need of a good time. She's been feeling a bit... neglected lately. Would you mind describing her for me? Be honest. I want to hear what you think of her."

Jake looked taken aback for a moment, his eyes flickering to Olivia, who could barely meet his gaze.

"That's a...strange request."

"Speak, boy."

He gulped, then cleared his throat. "Of course, miss. Well, uh, your friend is very attractive," he began, his eyes scanning Olivia from head to toe. "She has a lovely figure, beautiful eyes, and a nice smile."

Jessica's smile widened, pleased with his response. "Go on," she urged, her tone both encouraging and demanding. "Don't be shy. What else do you see?"

Jake shifted slightly, clearly uncomfortable but intrigued by the situation. "She has a certain... vulnerability about her," he continued, choosing his words carefully. "Like she's waiting for someone to show her a good time, to make her feel special and desired."

Olivia's cheeks burned with embarrassment, but she felt a strange thrill at Jake's words. She glanced at Jessica, who was watching her intently, clearly enjoying every moment of her discomfort.

"That's very perceptive, Jake," Jessica said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "You see, my friend here does need a good time. She needs to be shown how to let go, to embrace her desires. And perhaps you could help with that."

Jake's eyes widened in surprise, and he glanced around nervously. "I'm not sure if that's appropriate," he said, his voice shaky.

Jessica laughed softly, a sound both wicked and alluring. "Oh, Jake, don't worry. We're just here to have a bit of fun. No harm in a little harmless flirtation, is there?" She leaned back, her gaze fixed on Olivia. "Isn't that right, Princess?"

Olivia swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. "Yes, Mistress," she whispered, her voice barely audible. The title slipped out naturally, a testament to Jessica's dominance over her.

Jessica's eyes gleamed with triumph. "Good girl," she said softly. She turned her attention back to Jake, who was still standing there, clearly flustered. "Now, why don't you bring us that bottle of wine, and we'll see where the evening takes us. Thank you for your honesty, Jake. It's very much appreciated."

Jake nodded quickly, clearly eager to escape the intense situation. "Of course, miss. I'll be right back with your wine." He turned and hurried away, leaving Olivia and Jessica alone at the table.

Jessica leaned back in her chair, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she watched Olivia. The intensity of the moment had heightened her own arousal and sense of control. She took a slow sip of her wine before setting the glass down and fixing Olivia with a piercing gaze.

"Listen closely, Princess," Jessica said, her voice low and commanding. "When Jake returns with the wine, I want you to drink your glass as if it were Ian's cum. I want you to savor every drop. Do you understand?"

Olivia's eyes widened in shock and embarrassment, but she nodded obediently. "Yes, Mistress," she whispered, her voice trembling. The thought of performing such an act in public made her stomach twist with nerves, but the desire to please Jessica and prove her dedication quickly began to override her fear.

Jake returned with the bottle of wine, his hands steady despite the lingering discomfort in his eyes. He poured the wine with practiced precision, his gaze flickering between Jessica and Olivia. Jessica watched him intently, her smile never wavering.

"Thank you, Jake," Jessica said, her voice smooth and inviting. "Before you go, there's one more thing I'd like you to do."

Jake hesitated, the bottle of wine still in his hand. "Yes, ma'am?" he asked, his voice tight with uncertainty.

Jessica's smile turned predatory. "I want you to stay for a moment and watch as my friend enjoys her wine. You see, she has a special way of drinking that I think you'll find quite entertaining."

Olivia's heart pounded in her chest as she realized what Jessica was about to make her do. The vibrating panties buzzed with renewed intensity, making her shift uncomfortably in her seat. Jessica pushed Olivia's glass her way expectantly.

Olivia picked up her glass with trembling hands, the vibrating panties pulsing, heavily, burning at her core.

She brought the glass to her lips and took a slow, deliberate sip, closing her eyes as she imagined it was Ian's cum. The taste of the wine mingled with her fantasies, and she let out a soft, involuntary moan of pleasure.

Jake's eyes widened, his discomfort palpable, but he couldn't seem to look away.

"Isn't she beautiful?" Jessica asked, her voice a seductive whisper. "So eager to please, so desperate for attention. Tell me, Jake, what do you think of my friend now?"

Jake swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper. "She's... very beautiful," he admitted, his eyes still locked on Olivia.

Jessica's smile widened. "Good. I'm glad you think so. Now, Princess, why don't you show Jake just how grateful you are for his compliments?"

Olivia's heart raced as she set the glass down and leaned across the table, her body trembling with a mix of fear and desire. She reached out and took Jake's hand, her touch light and tentative. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice shaking. "Your words mean a lot to me."

Jake's face flushed, his discomfort growing. "You're welcome," he said, his voice strained. "I should get back to work now."

He turned quickly, heading for the back.

As Jake hurried away, Olivia's heart pounded in her chest, a mix of fear and arousal swirling inside her. She set her glass down and leaned closer to Jessica, waiting for permission to speak.

"Yes?"

"Mistress, what if we get kicked out? What if Jake tells someone? I don't want to get in trouble."

Jessica's eyes met Olivia's, a reassuring yet mischievous glint in them.

She reached out and gently cupped Olivia's chin, her touch firm but comforting. "Oh, Princess," she said softly, her voice dripping with confidence, "you have nothing to worry about. I know men like Jake. He's not going to say a word if it means he has even the slightest chance of getting laid."

Olivia swallowed hard, her eyes wide with uncertainty. "But what if he tells someone, Mistress? What if we get caught?"

Jessica's smile turned slightly predatory, her fingers brushing lightly over Olivia's cheek.

"Trust me, Princess. Jake is too enthralled by what he just saw to risk ruining it. Men like him are easily controlled by their desires. He's probably fantasizing about you right now, thinking about what might happen next."

Jessica's expression hardened, her eyes flashing with protective possessiveness. "But don't worry, I won't let my Princess be ruined by some server boy," she said, her voice firm and unyielding. "You are mine, and I protect what is mine. Jake may fantasize all he wants, but he will never lay a hand on you. Do you understand?"

Olivia nodded, her heart swelling with a mix of relief and devotion. "Yes, Mistress," she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude. "Thank you."

Jessica's smile softened, and she leaned in to press a gentle kiss to Olivia's forehead. "Good girl," she murmured. "Now, relax and enjoy the rest of your wine."