Posted by anne snakelover on July 29, 2004 at 08:32:10:
This is part one of two of my new story. the first in AGES. hope it doesn't suck : )
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Daphne was nervous. This was her first date in ages and she didn't want to screw it up. Don was tall, broad shoulders, tight body and looked OH so fine in his tight black jeans, short sleeve white shirt and black string tie. His dark brown hair had that curl that she loved, and his face was worn but still young, sparkling green eyes, set off only by that horrible bend in the bridge of his nose. He'd had his nose broken a few years back in a bar fight and had never gotten it set correctly. He looked good, he looked fine, and she was REALLY hoping that the night ended with him placing a hopefully very large and throbbing portion of his anatomy in any of her three ready-right-now orifices, many times, many ways. She even had two very nice large globes on her chest that Don could place his hopefully large and throbbing anatomy between, should it come to that- and that, itself, would be a very pleasurable end to the evening.
It was a nice themed restaurant- pleasantly jungle-like, with an open stage at one end of the main dining area. There were fake vines and trees interspersed with the actual living vegetation. It didn't remind her of an actual jungle, but she figured if one was drunk enough and had gotten lost, one might figure they were on drugs or something. She found it wonderfully kitsch, though she wouldn't have chosen it as a restaurant for a date, personally.
As she was sampling her entree, a small steak and side salad, and she would have killed for a larger meal but GOD you have to watch your figure like a hawk or your ass just explodes, a man wearing a pink tuxedo had taken a place on a raised dais on the open stage.
"Good evening, and welcome to The Clinging Vine," said the man on the stage, and Don smiled brilliantly at her as the man spoke. After he wiped his lips with the theme napkin (a snake with a goofy grin, a cartoon balloon saying "I'm shtuffed!", the snake's name 'Stuffy' written in a cartoon font, and a bulge in the snake's lower body) he whispered, "this is the best part!"
"I promise not to take much of your time," said the man in the tuxedo. "Please continue eating. I just wanted to introduce you all tonight to the evening's entertainment.
"As you know, a few months back, reports of woman swallowing pythons appeared in the news. And while some of you may not believe that there are woman swallowing pythons here in the USA, let me assure you it is true. In fact, The Clinging Vine is proud, very proud, to have actually procured one of these very pythons!"
Daphne whispered to Don, "Is this for real?"
"I've actually seen the snake swallow women whole and alive!" whispered Don back. His eyes were alive and his hand held hers very tightly.
As the man on the stage continued, she tried eating more but found her appetite gone. She found herself strangely excited.
"Woman swallowing pythons swallow whole, and digest alive, a complete woman every single day," said the man. "A woman a day, eaten and digested alive. Slowly swallowed whole, a process usually taking anywhere from five minutes to a full half hour, then digested alive.
"And we have, for the evenings entertainment, set loose this woman swallowing python we have procured! Tonight, this snake wanders the restaurant, even as I speak, checking out each of the female patrons. Which of you luscious ladies out there looks delicious tonight?" This statement was followed by general laughter from the restaurant customers.
Daphne couldn't believe her ears. This was- crazy. She looked at Don again, and asked over the table, "How many of your dates have you ever brought here?"
"All of them," he said, smiling. "You're the fifth woman I've brought here."
"Has the snake ever swallowed and digested any of your past dates?" she asked, chewing her steak.
"Strangely, the woman swallowing python has swallowed whole and digested alive every woman I have ever brought here. I don't know what the odds of that are, since the woman swallowing python chooses women to swallow whole and digest alive at random."
Daphne was silent as she ate her steak, and the man continued speaking as she and Don ate and played footsie under the table.
"So, I end my turn at the microphone tonight with these words, ladies. Woman swallowing pythons tend to swallow whole and digest alive women that are nude. If hungry, and there are no nude women present for them to swallow whole and digest alive, they will swallow whole and digest alive the woman who is exposing the most skin. So if you feel you are wearing too much tonight, please feel free to disrobe a little." His words brought a murmur from the people eating, and Daphne saw some women around her taking off their blouses.
"Bon appétit, and enjoy the rest of your evening here at The Clinging Vine!" And with those words, the man in the pink tuxedo took his leave of the stage. Daphne finished her steak and looked at her salad as she rubbed her bare feet against Don's legs. She was thinking as she looked at her salad.
She had spent almost two hours that night getting ready for her date with Don. She followed fashion trends that swept the nation, as did most women her age, body type, and income level (which was "under 30","slim'n'verystacked","money to burn"). Her blonde hair was tied back in loose ringlets, hanging in a loose tail at her shoulders. Her heart shaped face was lightly dusted, tinted, highlighted. She wore a cross strap lift, the cloth holding each large breast upward and hiding nothing, each thick erect nipple held up almost to shoulder level and aimed directly at Don's eyes. She had brought attention to her flat tummy with subtle shading, and the mini waist-sarong (made of transparent green cloth) didn't hide, but made more exotic, her clean shaved groin. She had worn simple platform pumps that she had dropped while sitting and was now caressing Don's legs with her feet.
END PART ONE OF TWO
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anne