労働者で満席の店内でひときわ目立つかわいい笑顔の女の子。デカ盛り

It was a bustling Friday night at the noodle shop, nowhere nearempty with rowdy office workers winding down after a long week. Amid the din, one diner stood out like a luscious sorghum moon amid a sea of unremarkable stars – a woman with a smile as radiant and alluring as a child’s.

She had gathered her long, silky raven tresses into a high ponytail that cascaded in glossy waves down her back, framing her delicate features. Her large, expressive round eyes sparkled with suppressed mirth. Full, pink pouting lips parted to reveal gleaming white teeth. Twin dimples blossomed in her creamy cheeks when she smiled, which was often. The effect was adorable yet somehow also exquisitely sexy.

The buxom beauty sat alone at a table crowded with steaming bowls of noodles in ample sauce – a ton of food to be devoured by one mouthwateringly plump body. Well-padded arms jiggled enticingly as she reached for yet another all-encompassing full bowl, spooning it to her lips as noodles strained against her pursed pucker before succumbing to be gulped back into her cavernous maw.

Watching her transition from personable pixie to hungry hellcat was strangely arousing to every man and some of the women, including the staff. Her enthusiastic eating had them all fumbling to place her order, and now to bring it out, the two waitresses preening to be the one to set it down on her table, each hoping she’d have an excuse to linger and chat with the outgoing vixen.

They weren’t disappointed. “Mmm, is there anything better than a big, sloppy bowl of noodles after a long, hard day?” she purred with a rewarding lascivious grin at the trembling girls that made them blush and giggle in unison.

Sensing their interest, she turned the charm up to 11. “I’m Serina, by the way. Thanks for taking such good care of me, girls,” she trilled as she licked a dab of sauce from her finger. Their eyes latched onto her pink tongue as it snaked back into her mouth. “It’s been so nice talking with you, but I’m all out of fingers to clean. Could I trouble you for a dish of water? I’d hate for Papa to think I haven’t been raised properly,” she added with a flutter of long lashes.

You’d have thought they were pulling loot from the cheating King’s vault the way the servers leaped to fulfill the request. Serina was a master of making them believe her requests were priority one. But as soon as they returned to the kitchen, giddy from her attention, she’d deftly dismiss them and continue her brazen devouring.

Serina’s sensuality was amplified by her intriguing contrast of cherubic beauty and ravenous gluttony. She was the kind of woman who, from the outside, seemed like the type to daintily nibble salad and gaze shyly at the table…then take you home and suck the life out of your cock with abandon. A babe in babythin guise. And she had all comers fatally captivated with an exquisitely lascivious display of overabundant female ego.

When the last bite was demolished she leaned back to pat her taut tummy, eyes demurely downcast. “Oh my! I had such a satisfying feast, but I fear it left poor Serina in a bit of a predicament,” she sighed wistfully. The staff exchanged knowing looks – they all knew that tone, had heard it from so many pushy customers from so many foul, hideous, entitled men who had the audacity to feel themselves deserving after only a few minutes of clumsy charm. “You’re such angels,” she chirped. “One more broth and you won’t hear another peep from poor Serina.”

Her summoning of magical kitchen angels always produced desired results. The boy was utterly under her spell. “But of course, Miss Serina,” he murmured, already scurrying to get her the broth she demanded. By now everyone was grateful when the adorably roguish Miss Serina simply hightailed it out the door with the little bribe tucked under her arm. For by that time, the effect on the boy would be nearly more than the staff could bear – half-hard and blushing fiercely, like he didn’t know whether to run after her in pursuit or to the bathroom to finish the job.

That was usual for boys, but women? Never. And yet Serina was hatching something mischievous for her treat of noodle soup. She leaned back, a wicked smirk playing at her lips as she surveyed the bustling shop with hungry eyes. Nearly everyone present, she decided, would be going home with a new toy to bed. The trail from her current table to the kitchen would be littered with horny bodies throughout the night – appeased and sleepless. And exhausted tomorrow from more than just work.