Surprise Sunday! Kay's Full Service and Fine Dining (Patreon)

Mark and Maggie flew their private jet into the landing strip at Kay’s Full Service and Fine Dining. To their left, they could see the profile of a beautiful woman, long blonde hair streaming in the wind, supporting another private jet carrying two passengers. Mark may have been a fairly successful entrepreneur, but he couldn’t afford a personalized service from Kay like this. Maybe one day…

He landed his jet with a little bump, applying the brakes and extending the flaps to slow down their acceleration. The end of the runway was quickly approaching, with only unpaved dirt and farmland beyond. How was he supposed to stop on time?! Had he landed too far forward on the paved landing strip?

Suddenly, Kay was in front of their runaway jet, smiling brightly at both Mark and Maggie through the cockpit. She gave them a little wave before gently touching her hands down on the nose of the fuselage. Mark and Maggie jerked forward at the sudden deceleration as Kay’s gentle pressure slowed the jet to a crawl.

There still wasn’t enough runway, but Kay reached under the jet and lifted them, pointing the nose toward the sky. Then, she rolled the jet backwards, all the way to the beginning of the runway.

“Oh my god! Mark, that was scary! You need to take better flying lessons!”

“Sorry, Maggie. But we paid two hundred thousand for this… I don’t think Kay would just let us crash. In fact, the private reviews said it would be kind of fun to land badly and have a little scare…”

Before Maggie could retort, they saw Kay, hovering in her short, red skirt above the window of their plane. Her white panties, emblazoned with the emblematic “K” symbol clearly in view.

“Welcome!” She greeted them. “Shall we get seated for dinner service?”

“Wow, this is real…” Maggie marveled at the blonde bombshell’s unbelievable power.

Mark gulped. This was his fantasy come true.

“If you need help deboarding, I can assist you afterward, free of charge. Let me just attend to this third pair… they paid for the action landing.”

Mark and Maggie’s eyes followed Kay’s easy flight toward an out of control plane, coming in at far too sharply of an angle and way too fast. Flying parallel underneath it, she tilted her head and seemed to blow, shunting the aircraft back up. A pale beam of light emitted from her eyes, slicing off both of the plane’s engines. Before they could fall to earth, she unleashed an even wider beam from her beautiful azure eyes, detonating them in mid-fall.

With the plane now horizontal and dropping like a stone, Kay gently cushioned its fall, letting the glorified metal box gently land on her back as she floated downward to absorb the impact. Not gently enough however—the metal cylinder molded to the voluptuous curves of her backside as it landed on her just a bit too hard.

She turned perpendicular to it as it came under the control of her immaculate power. Descending gracefully, arms supporting the thousand pound weight, cape fluttering in the wind, she touched down in her red high-heeled boots, outrageously long and sculpted legs fully extended. She looked like a runway model, but for the massive, unbalanced weight she was holding above her head with her slender arms.

Kay let the front of the jet touch down gently, “crawling” backwards along the metal like monkey bars on a playground. As the wheels hit the tarmac, she scooted the entire engineless plane forward, rolling it out until it was level.

A couple emerged from the cockpit. The woman looked terrified and worse for wear from the near-death experience. The man whooped and hollered.

“Yeah! That’s what I paid for! That was awesome!!”

With all three of the couples back on solid earth, they made their way to the outdoor dining tables.

The entire farm and restaurant operation was one entity. It was out in the midwest, middle of nowhere, where Kay purported to have grown up. The entire area looked quite unassuming, though she assured us that it was a one-woman operation. From the flight, Mark could see neat rows of produce covering the entire acreage. He knew she had superpowers, but to think that a single, stunning girl could manage this wide swath of land was… incredible. Did she even have to use farm machinery?

Our three tables were far enough apart to give us all privacy. The sun was still high in the sky, but it would be setting soon. There were metal blocks encased in concrete, with a grate in front of them, surrounding each table. Before Mark could wonder what they were for, Kay had zipped to their table, a gust of wind following her wake. Glancing at all of the metal slabs, she massaged them with her heat vision, running her lasers across their dull surface and setting them aglow. They were heaters!

Smiling brightly at us once again, her ice-blue eyes glowed once more, igniting a pair of candles at our table. Then, Kay uncorked a bottle of red wine by inserting a single fingernail into the stopper and plucked it out with a satisfying pop. Swirling the bottle to let the wine aerate, she described it to us.

“This is a bottle of our own red wine, Grapedale Syrah. It’s quite a dense red, but I personally like it accented with a lot of black fruit, so that’s how I make it! I crush the grapes myself using my super strength and speed—I promise there’s nothing like it anywhere else in the world. I hope you enjoy it!”

As she poured the wine into the flute glass, Mark and Maggie both imagined her, barefoot, churning the fruit under her pretty, powerful toes, toes that could kick tanks into orbit. Would the wine also carry some of her otherworldly flavor with it? The fantasies generated from being served on by such a magnificent superhuman was already proving to be worth the price.

She blurred, disappearing and reappearing at the other tables, igniting the heaters in the same way. Somehow, she always seemed to have a fresh, unopened bottle of wine. Maybe she was visiting the cellar in between the trips to the tables… her speed was incredible!

Suddenly, soft, fluffy rolls of bread appeared in between us with generous pads of butter. Both Mark and Maggie picked one up and began to eat.

“So what do you think? Is this worth it?” Mark inquired earnestly.

“It is a once in a lifetime opportunity. This is also the only place to get rated 10 Michelin stars out of 3…”

“What about, the… you know, full service option?” Mark nearly pleaded.

“I don’t know, Mark…”

Kay reappeared at their table with a carafe of water with a lemon wedge in it. She blew gently on it, chilling the water without the need of ice cubes.

“Sorry Mark and Maggie, I couldn’t help but overhear!” She was fully nude now but for an apron, its ribbons tied around her back, just above her pert derriere. “I was just preparing your appetizers, but I promise, you’ll have a good time, Maggie. Nobody regrets ever having done it.”

Maggie stared at the nubile, superpowered girl’s perfect body. She could see that Kay’s body was completely and evenly tanned, evidenced by her heaving bosom spilling out from the sides of the apron. The sight of those full, round orbs contrasted with her slim waist and beautifully wide hips, all of which grinded away at her willpower, but still…

“Your disclosure statement said that the effect would be permanent…”

“Yes, naturally,” Kay replied nonchalantly. “It is a life-changing experience I’m offering you.” She leaned forward, bending at the waist, letting the draping cloth spill open as she poured a glass of water for both of them. Mark was already completely enrapt, staring at the wide canyon of cleavage she was presenting. Maggie gulped as she imagined fondling and kneading those superior, hyper-powerful breasts.

“Does that mean…” Maggie began.

“You don’t have to decide now,” Kay replied. “Why don’t you just enjoy my tasting menu first? You can make up your mind after dessert. I suspect Mark already has,” she winked at him.

Kay turned and left the table, but without superspeed this time. She presented her fully bare backside to Maggie, swaying her hips with every languid step. Mark groaned at the sight of her long, supple legs as she placed one in front of the other.

Maggie could only ogle that marvelous butt, so exquisitely firm and rounded, packed full of muscle. No sag, no stretch lines on her tanned, taut skin. And the wonderful arch of her back, also rippling with muscle… Kay put all women to shame. And yet here she was, running a fine dining operation.

She was dragged out of her reverie by the sound of Mark groaning and panting. His knuckles were white as sweat beaded down his forehead, trying to stop himself from masturbating right there.

“Mark!” Maggie chided him, not-so-secretly jealous at the effect that simply seeing Kay had done to him.

“Maggie… let’s… go through with it,” he panted.

“But will we even be ourselves after this? Would this really rekindle our passion?”

“Yes… no… I don’t know. But I do love you, Maggie. You know that. We just… I can’t seem to perform anymore. But right now...”

“I know, Mark. And I don’t think I’ve helped. But was this really the right way to go? Spending a minor fortune to be waited on by a super girl?”

“Let’s just enjoy the meal. The butter is really something, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Maggie replied. “Really soft and smooth… buttery,” she described lamely, as she took a sip of red wine.

“Yes, buttery,” Mark smiled as they cheered and sipped.

Maggie watched in fascination as Kay served the table behind them. She was preparing every dish tableside, and seemed to be openly flirting and touching the other guests, eliciting full on gasps and cherry red blushes. Kay gave Maggie a knowing look and smiled, licking her lips. Maggie’s heart soared at the little gesture.

She didn’t have to wait long before Kay arrived at their table with a few metal bowls.

“Enjoying everything so far? How is the wine?”

“It’s wonderful!”

“Great! For our first course, I have something you may not have tried before. This is a savory ice cream, topped with microgreens, radishes, and carrot strips, all vegetables grown right here on my farm. The ice cream will be made from raw milk, which our cows produced this very morning!”

“Ice cream? But that’s just bottles of milk you have there…” Maggie pointed out.

“Shh,” Kay replied, her super breath wafting over both Mark and Maggie. “This is part of the experience you paid for.”

She brought out the greens, holding them above the metal bowl. Her free hand blurred as it oscillated up and down, slicing through the vegetable cleanly and evenly with her fingernails. Throwing the last remaining stub in the palm of her hands into the air, she swiped with both her hands, letting the greens fall into the bowl with a big flourish.

Next, she brought out the carrots, peeling the rough outer layer by tracing her index fingernail over it. She gathered up all of the rind in the palm of her hand and incinerated it with her heat vision. Then, she peeled thin strips off of the orange root, pinching the long strips into shorter, more appealing lengths. The turnip, she sliced in much the same way.

Onto the ice cream now, Kay poured the milk into the metal bowl. Sprinkling in some salt and sugar, she smiled at Mark and Maggie, both totally mesmerized by her cooking display, as she stuck her hand into the bowl and began to beat the liquid at super speed. She brought it up to her face and pursed her plump lips, wafting cold air gently into her mixture. The chilly breeze caused Mark and Maggie to shiver, but Kay simply continued to churn the milk into a smooth, frozen mixture as she blasted ever cooler air onto it.

“Kay’s raw milk ice cream,” she presented the frosty metal bowl to them. Cold smoke drifted off of the frozen delicacy before them, looking completely picturesque with a swirled tip in its center.

Kay served up the dish, plating a dollop of frozen cream in the middle of a plate, topped with greens, sprinkled with salt and a drizzle of olive oil.

“I hope you enjoy your first course,” Kay smiled. “Oh, I’m sorry, are you cold? My breath does that sometimes.”

She placed an arm around Mark’s shivering body and exhaled hotly on him, wafting her breath over his face, torso, and groin. He felt both his body and his arousal heat up, inside and out, as he inhaled her sweet scent. When the force of her breath hit his slacks, he surged to full hardness once again as it brushed over his erection forcefully.

“How about you, Maggie? Are you cold?”

“Umm… yes…” she lied, not having received the brunt of Kay’s ice breath. But she wanted whatever Mark was getting.

“Okay, here I come,” Kay smiled.

Instead of a side arm hug, Kay pulled Maggie’s chair out while she was still seated on it, and then lifted Maggie out of it effortlessly. Wrapping her elegant, toned arms around Maggie’s back, she pushed her apron-covered torso against Maggie’s body, letting the married woman experience her super body’s warmth.

Pressing her full, lush breasts against Maggie’s torso, Kay began to grind a little as her hands explored Maggie’s back, rubbing and massaging. Locking eyes with Maggie now, she opened her mouth slowly and breathed in, causing her breasts to squash Maggie even more, and languidly exhaled over Maggie’s face.

Maggie felt Kay’s warm puff of air waft over her face. Maggie held her breath, not knowing what to expect.

“It’s okay, Maggie,” Kay comforted her as her nubile body continued to grind against Maggie’s, feeling the older woman’s blood heat up with arousal. “You can breathe in. It’s nice, I promise.”

Maggie inhaled, the scent of Kay’s breath re-igniting her long dormant sexual drive. Her heart fluttered as Kay’s pheromones caused her womb to burn with arousal as her pussy throbbed and grew slick.

Kay continued to waft her effortless power over Maggie until she could barely stand anymore. Then, she placed the quivering, writhing woman back in her seat and pushed her chair back in.

“Warm now?” Kay smiled.

“Ung… yes… thank you,” she managed to utter.

“I hope you enjoy your first course then,” she gave them a little nod. Then she blurred away, onto the third table.

“Wow Maggie… she really worked you over. I wish I could have gotten that…”

“Mark, she’s… I think we should be okay now, don’t you think? I’ve never felt so turned on before! I could take you right here, right now! Did she cure us already? Maybe we don’t need to go through with the full service…”

“But Maggie, I really want to…”

“I can’t believe you’d do that! You just want to be with her! Letting her rewire your entire being. You didn’t do this for us, you did it for yourself!”

“No, Maggie! I mean, yes, I want her so badly! But you do too, right? Nobody can help it. We’re hardwired this way.”

“She’s not all that,” Maggie bit her lip and averted her eyes. Mark knew well enough when she was lying.

“Listen, it’s a duo deal. That’s her terms. Either we both do it, or we both don’t. I’m with you, okay? You can decide.”

“Okay.”

They bit into their savory ice cream with a hint of doubt, but their fears were quickly dispelled. It was delicious! The flaky salt crystals, the olive oil accented the greens perfectly, mixed with the smooth, creamy texture of her ice breath ice cream. They both cleaned their plates, licking it clean to the last drop to experience her frozen breath to the fullest.

Kay reappeared later, now dressed in a bikini. The little triangles of cloth covered her perky nipples, and only barely. Covered might not be an accurate word either, considering how clearly visible they were, large and pert.

Her blonde hair and swimwear were dripping wet. Rivulets of water traced down her cobbled abs. Both Mark and Maggie latched onto different trails of water, using it as a guide for ogling Kay’s luscious super bod. Maggie followed one trail over Kay’s wide hips and toned thighs, all the way down her long legs, ending at her pretty feet and manicured toes. Mark’s eyes followed one down the center line of her grooved abs, past her cute innie belly button, where it joined the lower half of her bikini. He merely stared at the beautiful gap between her thighs, trying to imagine how her nether lips looked. Surely they must be as perfect as the rest of her.

They were both drooling and on the verge of moaning.

“Ahem,” Kay got their attention. “You can look if you like, but there will be time for that after, as well. Would you like to continue your dinner?”

In her hand was a tray of deep red tuna fillets.

“For our second course, I have some seared fatty tuna.”

“Wait, isn’t tuna saltwater? This can’t be from your local farm,” Maggie pointed out.

“You’re right! I flew out to the east coast into open waters just right now and caught three. Don’t worry, I don’t overharvest, and my environmental impact is much lower than fishing fleets. And I’m much more effective too,” she smirked.

“I’ve taken the liberty of cleaning the fish and cutting it away from the table. But, for the preparation…”

She threw the fillet into the air. Focusing her pale blue gaze, two thin lasers emerged from her pupils and sliced through the fish, cutting it neatly into little cubes. They were seared to perfection simultaneously, all in a few seconds.

The course fell back onto her tray, still raw in the center, a smoking sear on all its sides. With one final glance, a wide beam of her lasers grazed over the top of every piece, the intense heat rendering the fat but leaving the flesh pristine.

Kay took a pinch of flaky salt and sprinkled it over the course. It appeared to dance on top of the fish. Then, in a blur of her hands, she plated six neat pieces for both of them and served it with a side of fresh wasabi.

“Enjoy!”

Mark refilled their wine glasses with super Kay’s own vintage, and they ate their second course with relish. The decadent sea salt crunched satisfyingly, enhancing the rich flavor of the rendered fat and soft-as-butter tuna. The fresh wasabi was light and airy, unlike any of the green paste they had eaten in the past. The chopped green onion and ginger strips accented everything perfectly.

The succulent course was enough to even offset the intense desire that Kay had inspired with her breath and her lascivious curves pressing into their merely mortal bodies.

As they cleaned their plates, they heard a sudden, loud, lust-arrested groan from the table behind them. Maggie whirled around, and they both watched the scene unfold.

Kay was holding the man by the throat, arm outstretched above her. He had both hands wrapped around her slender wrist, but it was stronger than a steel cable. He couldn’t budge her an inch. His date was visibly gasping as she appeared to be pleasuring herself.

“Oh yeah, Kay, make him struggle! Oh, to be so powerful…!” The woman voiced her fantasies loudly. Mark and Maggie gasped at the scene unfolding before them.

“Mark! What’s going on!?”

“I don’t know, Maggie!”

“We should leave!”

But they both remained glued to their seats, watching the bikini-clad Kay rise into the air.

The man in her iron grip seemed to smile at her and nod. Kay took the cue and ripped off his pants, exposing his saluting erection for all to see.

“Oh god! Yes!” the woman cried. The man couldn’t make any noise but to gurgle as his erection surged ever harder. “Choke him out! He’s powerless against you! And still so horny!” Her own hand picked up speed, rubbing against her sopping clit, urgently seeking release.

Kay smiled at both of the occupants of table three. Still hovering in midair, she used her free hand to reach for his outstretched member, wrapping her long, elegant digits around his iron hardness. His eyes shot wide open as soon as her silky skin traced along his shaft.

“Oh! Let him scream out for you!” the woman cried out.

Kay released her chokehold on him, briefly supporting his weight with only the hand on his erection. Before gravity could cause a nasty mess, Kay flew to his side, wrapping her newly freed arm around his waist, entwining her legs around his side while never ceasing the slow, torturous midair handjob she was delivering.

“Ahhh!” he cried out, now free to use his voice again. He squirmed in her powerful grip as she rubbed her body against his, in sync with her hand over his penis. She pressed her breasts against his arm, trapping it in her deep cleavage. She ground her own crotch into his hip while whispering in his ear, flicking her tongue at his earlobe and giving it little nibbles. Her fingers collected the wetness around his exposed cockhead and twisted over it, sending heavenly, irresistible sensation down his shaft and to his balls.

“Oh my god! You’re so powerful and so sexy! He’s going to come already!” she cried out.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna…!” he cried out in agreement.

With both of them babbling incoherently on the precipice of orgasm, Kay had no orders to follow anymore. Improvising, she aimed him right at her, swirling her fingers over his head, knowing that it would throw him over the edge. She cooed into his ear, goading him to ejaculate powerfully all over his wife.

Ropes of cum fired out of him, harder than he had ever known. It felt as if his soul were being sucked from his throbbing penis, and there was nothing he could do to stop it under Kay’s skilled, silky, feathery yet strong grip.

His semen landed all over their dining table, splashing onto his wife’s hair. She would have been annoyed or even disgusted, but she was too busy clenching and orgasming on her own. Her wails of ecstasy were the only audible sound as she spasmed and bucked.

Kay floated back down to earth and deposited the husband in his seat. His eyes were beginning to close, so accustomed was he to his post-orgasmic sleep. His wife, now finished coming, merely lay face down on the table, hair streaked with his cum, panting heavily.

“So are you both happy with this arrangement then? You’re okay with skipping the rest of the meal? Shall I finish your service for tonight?”

“There’s… more!?” Maggie whispered.

Mark gulped.

Kay looked in their direction, smiled brightly, and nodded. Megan squeaked in fear.

“Wait…” the woman requested, breathing ragged. “Before you finish service, can you… do to me what you did to my husband?”

“Oh, you want me to throatlift you and fly you into the air as well?” Kay clarified.

“Yes… I want to experience your power… grk!”

Immediately, Kay was upon her, fingers clawing into her neck. The woman’s eyes went wide with fear, but Kay reassured her by placing her finger on the woman’s lips. Holding that pose, Kay’s feet left the floor as they slowly rose into the air.

The woman flailed her legs during their ascent, both thrilled and terrified by this supergirl’s power. She reached out and placed her hands on Kay’s shoulders, seeking leverage from her steely chokehold.

Kay lowered the woman when they reached a height of ten feet off the floor. Once they were face to face, she wrapped her arm around the woman’s back and released her throat.

“How did it feel?” Kay inquired.

“Thrilling… terrifying… I was so helpless! If I had your power… I wouldn’t be running a farm and restaurant!”

“I suppose it’s a good thing you don’t, then,” Kay replied, without judgment. “Now, do you want me to make you come too, like your husband? He’s a very good sport, by the way.”

“Yes, please…”

“Interesting,” Kay mused. “I thought your fantasy was having the power that I have.”

“My fantasy is your power in general. To have it, or to have it used on me… I love all of it! I whipped my husband into submissiveness until he finally acquiesced to this.”

“Sounds like you have your own power after all,” Kay smirked.

“Not like this, not like you…”

“Well, shall I finish you off now?” Kay asked casually.

The woman gasped in lust at Kay’s confidence as a lover. Even after all she had witnessed, it was hard to believe this powerful, bewitching beauty could affect them so profoundly.

“Just a kiss, okay? I have other customers to get back to, and you two jumped the schedule.”

“But… I want to feel the true pleasure that only you can deliver…” the lady whined.

“Oh, you will,” Kay affirmed with full confidence. “Close your eyes.”

The woman did as she was told. Kay pursed her lips, pulled the woman in tight, and entwined her fleshy folds with her customer’s.

As soon as their lips touched, the woman’s body seized up as a moan rumbled deep in her throat. Kay continued to massage their folds together, now beginning to dart her pink, powerful tongue into her helpless captive’s mouth.

She writhed as Kay’s tongue swatted hers aside and explored her mouth at will. The sensation was like a jolt of electricity firing down her spine, sending burning pleasure all throughout her body. Just from a deep kiss! Her body would have been pulsing in ecstasy were it no for Kay’s midair bind.

Kay’s tongue languidly rolled out of the woman’s mouth, a trail of saliva linking the two until Kay’s moist flesh slithered back into her own mouth. She regarded the gasping woman, completely frayed with pleasure.

“How was that?” Kay whispered.

“I… mmf… never been kissed like that before…” she answered dreamily. “But I didn’t come…”

“I know,” Kay answered. “I didn’t kiss you for real yet.”

“What!?”

Kay immediately plunged her tongue back into the woman’s open mouth, exhaling her sweet scent hotly and saturating the air with her pheromones. The lady gasped as she was forced to drink in Kay’s floral scent. Her body responded helplessly as she spasmed, feeling the onset of a powerful orgasm.

Her mouth closed involuntarily, biting down on Kay’s tongue, but Kay didn’t register it at all. She kept gliding her tongue in the woman’s mouth, sending pulses of pleasure straight into her soul. Every flick, every stroke was an orgasm built upon the previous one. She even wrapped her tongue around the tip of her helpless victim’s, giving it a strong squeeze and detonating her again, before retracting it out of her mouth. Kay nibbled the woman’s lips gently with her teeth, gently helping her come down from her soul-shattering orgasm.

They hung there in the air in liplock as the lady quivered, her black pantsuit stained with her own sexual fluid that was still spurting. The two of them descended out of the sky. Kay deposited her customer, still trembling, fingers and toes fully extended as she worked through the tail end of her orgasms, back in her own seat.

“Well, are we all set here? I will complete your service, and I will deposit you back at home after I’ve served the next course to the other two tables.”

Neither of them were in any condition to respond. Kay looked at the other two tables with an apologetic face.

“I’ll be right there with your next course soon. This happens sometimes, please forgive me!”

To Mark and Maggie’s shock, Kay plunged her fingers into her bikini bottom. Her fingers began to churn within the fabric, and within seconds, Kay exhaled in pleasure, sending a blast of wind that rumbled through the field of crops.

She extracted her hand, slick with her juices, and gently traced them on the man and the woman’s lips. They lapped up her nectar unconsciously and stained their undergarments even further as they shuddered.

Maggie gulped. Just what had she done?!

Mark drank from his water glass with trembling hands.

Suddenly, Kay was there.

“I’m sorry, it’s been a while since I chilled your water. Here, let me.”

She took his glass and gently blew on it, frosting the glass over. Another pinpoint blast chilled the carafe as well.

“Enjoy! I’ll be back soon!”

“Oh my god, Maggie,” Mark pleaded, yelping as he touched the icy cold of the glass. “Please, let’s do the full service…”

“I don’t know, Mark… that woman had some crazy fantasies! And look what Kay did!”

“Kay was gentle all the way. She was just fulfilling the lady’s crazy dreams. She could really help us… look how easily she made them… um… you know!”

From behind them, they could hear moaning once again. Kay had brought out the next course, but the couple didn’t seem interested in the food anymore. Mark spun to see what was happening.

Kay seemed to be bouncing between both of them at superspeed, only visible to Mark and Maggie as a flesh-colored blur. What was visible, however, was the fact that they were quivering and moaning.

Mark and Maggie watched for a lengthy minute as the two patrons gasped and thrashed in their seats. Then, Kay finally stopped being a flesh colored blur and came into view, once again nude but for her apron. She paid special attention to the male, leaning over his seated form. They could see him gasp at the sight of her breasts filling his vision. She pecked him intimately on the lips as she reached for him down there. It only took a few seconds until his entire body splayed out in ecstasy.

Leaving him to work through his pulsing orgasm, her bare backside was on full display to Mark and Maggie. She grabbed the woman by the back of her shirt and tossed her into the air. She fell back down, parallel to the floor, right into Kay’s outstretched arms.

Staring deep into the woman’s eyes, Kay reached up into the woman’s skirt. They couldn’t see what Kay was doing, but whatever it was, it worked. The woman lying in her arms began to tremble violently, back arched, before screaming out in ecstasy.

Kay placed the spasming woman back on her seat and strolled to serve Mark and Maggie.

“Sorry guys, this is pretty typical. As soon as I complete service with one table, the other tables generally crumble. Do you guys still want the next course? Or shall I finish you two off as well?” She traced the firm swells of her breasts with a finger.

Mark moaned in response. “Yes, please!”

Maggie grimaced in pleasure too, but she still held on. “No, wait, I’m… still not sure.”

“That’s fine!” Kay beamed. “I’m happy to serve the next course. Most don’t make it this far.”

She brought out a cast-iron pan and a pair of 6 oz steaks.

“I recommend medium-rare. Is that okay?”

Mark nodded dumbly. He would have agreed to anything she said at this point. Maggie also found it easier to agree than to try to speak.

Kay placed the steaks in the cast-iron and focused her glowing blue eyes on it. Two familiar beams of light appeared, heating the sturdy metal to a low ambient heat. She also pierced the steaks with her lasers, cooking it perfectly evenly in the inside.

“You’ll have to give me a moment. This takes time,” she said as her eyes continued to emit impossible heat.

Finally, she cut the heat and dropped in a few pads of butter coupled with a few sprigs of rosemary. She held the hot handle with her bare hands, not bothered at all by heat that would have burned any human hands. Tilting the pan, she let the steak bathe in the liquid, golden fat.

For the finishing touch, she blasted the outside of the steaks with far more intense beams, putting grill lines on the outside. Then, she picked up the smoking cuts with her bare fingers, plating it for Mark and Maggie.

“Let it rest for a bit,” Kay ordered. “This is the final course before dessert. I can hear the other table coming around—let me finish service with them, and then I can sit with you and we can discuss any concerns you may have.” Kay smiled warmly at Maggie and caressed her hand.

Kay disappeared from their table once again. Maggie focused intently on her perfectly cooked, perfectly seasoned steak. Mark didn’t touch it at all, turning around to watch the spectacle of Kay’s sexual mastery.

He watched Kay untie her apron and remove it entirely. She flew into the air and landed on top of the male’s shoulders, sliding her long legs down his back as she presented her vagina to him. With a hand on the back of his head, she held him firm, forcing him to breathe her in and taste her. Kay didn’t react at all to his clumsy sucking, but he began to spasm, quickly overwhelmed by her sex.

She floated off of him in under a minute, leaving his face a gooey mess. He had a peaceful, satisfied look plastered on his face, even as his wracked body continued to orgasm. Turning around 180 degrees, Mark saw her bare torso for the first time as she hovered in his direction, smiling at him while landing on the female’s shoulders. She gave him a show as she hefted her breasts, groping and squeezing them while pinching her protruding nipples. The woman beneath her groaned and spasmed. Satisfied with her quick conquest, Kay winked at Mark and mouthed at him, “You’re next.”

Mark turned back to Maggie with wild eyes. “Maggie. Please. We have to!”

Kay appeared at their table again and took a seat in the air, cross legged, still nude. Her beautiful six-pack and firm, ripe bosom were on full display.

“Maggie, I know Mark is totally on board. Aren’t you, Mark?”

Mark groaned. He panted like a dog in heat.

“I think I broke him. Maggie, why don’t we talk? You can ask me anything.”

“You’re so… beautiful,” Maggie muttered under her breath.

“Thank you! I know the effect I have on people, but it’s still nice to hear it!”

“Why do you run this service? I’m just curious. You could be doing so much more.”

“I like it here. I like working with animals and plants. Seeing the fruits of my labor, no shortcuts available, no people melting in my hands, just a good, honest living. I’m a good cook, right?”

“You’re a good everything!” Maggie gushed.

“See? Putty. Speaking of, your husband is really struggling. Do you mind if I set him off?”

“Um… okay,” Maggie replied hesitantly. It had been so long since either of them had satisfied their sexual urges with each other. But it was exciting to watch Kay operate her magic.

“Mark. Look at me. Focus,” her voice took on a commanding edge.

He ceased his moaning and struggling and obeyed her commands. Kay was slowly brushing her hands over her breasts, flicking her diamond-hard nipples. It only took a little bit of fondling, a little bit of swiveling her torso, and Mark erupted in his pants.

“You didn’t even touch him!” Maggie gasped.

“That’s not too surprising. What’s more surprising is that you’re still holding out.”

“I’m not really interested in women...”

“That’s not a factor with me. Everyone is interested in me,” Kay frowned. “That’s why I like working out here. The solitude can be nice. I can get my thrills with people at my discretion.”

“Actually, Mark and I haven’t been able to copulate for a while now. It was his idea to come see you,” Maggie admitted. It’s not like the night could get any crazier, what with two incapacitated couples who had been knocked out just from tasting their marvelous host.

“Oh, really?! Most people with too much money to spend just want to experience being in my presence. I’d be happy to help you out!”

“Would that be the full service you’re offering?” Maggie asked hesitantly. “What happens to us?”

“Anyone who tastes me becomes hopelessly obsessed with me. Just thinking about me turns them on, and picturing my beauty and my power in their minds sets off their orgasms. You and Mark wouldn’t have to worry about not being in the mood anymore. In fact, you’d have full control over your orgasms, such as it is, just by thinking about me. In my experience, it’ll take a few months before you can begin to function normally again, since everyone just thinks about me nonstop at first. But you’ll regain normalcy at some point. Well, if normalcy involves about six orgasms a day.” Kay smiled crookedly.

Maggie was so turned on by this woman’s confidence. “What are the downsides?”

“You’ll kind of be my slave? I can ask you for anything, and you would do everything in your power to fulfill my request. But I mean, that’s not such a big deal, is it? It’s not like I couldn’t get everything I wanted already.”

She emphasized her point by pinching her cast-iron pan and twisting it. The metal shrieked as she bent it effortlessly under her fingers. She molded it back into shape just as easily.

“I generally don’t ask for much. A lot of these multi-billionaires have more money than they know what to do with. Sometimes I’ll ask for a few.” She shrugged, the movement making her naked breasts bounce.

“We… we don’t have that much! Not even close!” Maggie panicked.

“Don’t worry, Maggie! I wouldn’t ask that of you. In fact, your situation is pretty unique. I like you guys! I’d probably help out your business a little, along with fixing your sex life. It’d be fun!”

Maggie mulled it over. Kay hovered closer.

“Can I touch your hand? Do you mind?” Kay asked.

“Are you going to make me…”

“No, no, just to help your decision. You’ll see, it’s not so scary.”

“Okay…”

Before Maggie could change her mind, Kay swiped the back of her nail over Maggie’s hand. Maggie gasped as she felt a surge of warm arousal rush through her body. Kay wrapped her slender, super strong fingers over Maggie’s and held her hands warmly.

“See? Feel good?”

“How… can you do this…” Maggie moaned.

“I guess it’s kind of like my strength, or my ability to fly, or blow up planets just by looking at them. I just can.”

“I feel like I have no choice! I… You make me so horny!” Maggie whined. She was soaking wet now as Kay continued to gently massage her hands.

“You want me to make you come?” Kay asked coolly.

“No… yes…! I’m burning up!”

“I haven’t even really gotten started,” Kay replied. She moved her face in close at superspeed and gave Maggie’s lips a little flick with her tongue and backed off.

Maggie couldn’t register the movement, but she inhaled Kay’s pheromones and felt the supergirl’s warm wetness tracing along her own lips. Maggie quivered with a small orgasm, hands still being massaged by Kay’s irresistible seduction.

“Coming…! You’re… controlling me!”

“To a degree, I suppose you’re right. Does that bother you? Do you want me to stop?” Kay ceased rubbing her fingers across Maggie’s skin and smiled nicely, locking her glowing blue eyes to her customer’s.

“No! No, please! Never stop! Please, we’ll take the full service!”

“Wonderful! You won’t regret it. I’ll be sure to visit you often. All of my thralls like that,” Kay smiled, resuming the silky touch of her fingers against Maggie’s hands. “Here, I’ll do you first. It looks like I really did a number on Mark. He’s out for the count. Then you can begin imagining me and driving your own orgasms.”

Kay hovered into the air, resting right above Maggie’s head with her crossed legs. Maggie looked up, admiring the smooth, hairless, most perfectly pink pussy lips she had ever seen. The lips that would consume her mind and become her whole universe. And she was okay with it. She couldn’t wait having her mind blown and rewritten by Kay’s full service.