Chapter #5Accommodating But Not Without Risks by: Azazel-8   Apparently oblivious to the sounds of disappointment from your fellow tinies as she turned to head back down the street, Angelica looked quite pleased with herself as she glanced down at your tiny body riding in her cleavage. “Fortunately for us, you live close enough to the restaurant that we can walk. Or well, I guess I mean I can walk and you can just enjoy the ride.” She giggled at the end, giving her chest a little shake for emphasis, previous embarrassment apparently forgotten as she made sure you got nice and acquainted with her upper curves after your forceful introduction to her rear. After all, the pretty brunette felt she really owed you a good time after her earlier mistake, and what better time could there be than getting to know the stellar body you had gotten a date with.
For you, the walk was a double-edged sword. On the one hand you’d be lying if you said this wasn’t one of the more comfortable cleavages you had ridden in, and you’d rode in a few, but that didn’t stop each footstep from sending a vibration through the surrounding flesh. The relatively sedate pace wasn’t enough to crush you, but it did mean you had to struggle a little to stay afloat, fighting to keep your arms and head above the surface and avoid being pulled down into the cavern below. Still, you didn’t want to offend her when you could tell Angelica was trying her best. “That’s great! We’re going for dinner then? Where too? Mum was really keeping me in the dark you see.” Either that or she’d just forgotten to mention such details, which to be fair was equally likely with her.
Interpreting your efforts to stay in place as you just taking the opportunity to cop a feel, your living transport giggled again while swallowing the urge to coo and pet your head. “That’s right little guy. I’m taking you to a restaurant called The Part. I’ve never heard of it before but I looked it up online and they said it was a great place to go if you had a mixed party of normal sized peeps and tinies.” If possible, she looked even more pleased with herself than before, clearing feeling she deserved to be praised for her forethought and you obliged with a smile and a thumbs up when she glanced down, earning a happy smile in response. You tactically avoided mentioning she’d gotten the name wrong.
You’d already heard of the local restaurant ‘Le Parc’, it’s proximity having been a major selling point of Greentower Apartment’s tiny habitation blocks. Circumstances had yet to permit you to visit, but you had been pretty excited to check out somewhere that apparently paid such attention to the care of its tiny customers. That excitement had been tempered somewhat when you’d notice a couple of reviews mentioning accidents, but they’d usually disappeared soon after so you weren’t sure if you should take them seriously. In any case, you weren’t in a position to argue the choice, and you were at least happy that your date, despite her apparent ditziness, had taken your size into account. After all, she could easily have taken you to a restaurant or club that didn’t account for tiny men at all.
Destination clear, you engaged Angelica in some small talk for the few minutes it took the two of you to reach the restaurant. Mostly the discussion consisted of you listening to the brunette talk about her fledging modelling career and her hopes for her next contract, but she did compliment you on your internship so you were glad that she was at least listening to you. The night was warm enough that a slight sweat had begun to dampen your host’s cleavage as she moved and you had to redouble your efforts to keep yourself from slipping in, though thankfully it had not yet begun to truly soak into your clothing by the time the two of your reached the simple entrance to Le Parc.
From your perch you could see that the eatery adopted a mostly open-air design, with a small gazebo structure functioning as the entrance and a wide expanse of tables sitting on a stretch of artificial grass beyond. Interspersed among the table were artificial but life-like ‘trees’, topped by a transparent roof to keep the elements out and bookended by a separate structure for the kitchen. Attached to each tree you could see the accommodations you had already read so much about. Small dining facilities for tinies choosing to dine by themselves, connected by a network of walkways weaving between the trees and positioned some ten feet above the ground and tables below. Oddly, even though the restaurant was relatively packed, you could see any men among the normal sized guests or staff, though it did look like there were a number of tiny men using the walkways above. Well, you’d only look at the tiny sections of their webpage, maybe full-sized men weren’t allowed?
As Angelica stepped into the gazebo you were met by a young redhead, looking to be around nineteen and sporting a cute waitress outfit that clung a bit too tightly to her generous curves and narrow waist. The younger girl met your date with a brilliant smile that only grew broader as she glanced down on instinct and noticed your presence. “Hello miss. Hello sir. Welcome to Le Parc. Were you looking for a table? You can choose to sit either separately or together.” She puffed herself up as she spoke, and you couldn’t help but wonder if it was deliberate or not that doing so resulting in her practically shoving her prominent breasts in your face, giving you a brief glimpse of a lacy bra through the small gap in her blouse between a pair of particularly strained buttons.
Apparently oblivious to your wandering gaze, Angelica happily noted that she had a reservation and gave her name, the waitress finally turning away to check a book to the side and quickly finding your booking before asking you both to follow her. However, when your treacherous eyes instinctively fell to the sashaying backside of your guide the clucking of a tongue alerted you that you’d been busted. Fearing the worse, you blushed hard and prepared an apology, only to be met with a fresh set of giggles as you looked up to meet the brunette’s cheeky smile, plump lips parting softly as she spoke in a whisper. “I’ll allow it, but mark my words. By the end of the night you’ll be looking only at me.” That only made you blush harder as you wondered just what plans she had for the rest of the night.
Your table ended up being towards the back of the restaurant, not far from the kitchen and nearly butting up against one of the trees. A tiny walkway weaved above, just out of Angelica’s reach. Once your date had taken the only apparent seat, your redheaded waitress handed the older girl a menu, then placed a smaller one next to a small table and chair combo tailored for tinies which had been set up on the main table’s opposite side. “I forget to mention, but my name is Emily and I’ll be your waitress for today. Feel free to take some time to look at our menu then give me a wave whenever you’re ready to order.” She gestured at the tiny set-up. “We’ve provided some furniture for your tiny, though if you’d prefer to keep him on your person or have him eat from your plate that’s also fine.”
That language, referring to you as Angelica’s tiny and not addressing you directly, concerned you. You’d like to think it was just a slip of the tongue, but you still felt the need to correct her, only to be cut off when Emily continued with what you instantly recognised as a legal disclosure. “I’m obliged to inform you that any tinies using shared tables are advised to take care not to descend to the floor or attempt to ascend to a tiny zone without requesting the assistance of a staff member such as myself. Le Parc will not be held responsible for any accidents that occur due to tinies leaving their assigned table or departing a tiny zone without first speaking to a staff member for assistance.”
Your legal training kicked in as you recognised the statement for what it was and instantly wanted to object to the apparent breadth of its coverage. What if your date was the one who helped you leave the table? If you did enter a tiny zone would you still be considered to have left your table without leave? If you fell, would that be considered an attempt to descend? Suddenly those negative reviews from earlier didn’t seem as farfetched, and now you wondered why exactly they had disappeared, but before you could voice a protest, you were drowned out by Angelica’s cheery voice. “Thanks Emily. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure the little guy stays safe with me all night. We’ll be model guests.”
Before you could say anything more the waitress turned and headed off to another table, your defeated gaze falling to the floor as you swallowed your protests. For a brief moment you thought you saw something under the redhead’s left shoe as it lifted to take another step. A discolouration on the heel that looked almost like a squished piece of gum, or maybe an unfortunate- But then both your vision and thoughts were cut off as warm fingers curled around your upper body, your lower extremities quickly being pulled from their fleshy prison as you were scooped out of the cleavage and deposited soon after right beside your tiny chair. Returning your attention to your date, you met her bright smile with a hesitant one of your own as she happily smoothed out your clothes.
Do you try to bring Angelica’s attention to your concerns, risking her accidentally getting you in trouble with the staff, or do you keep them to yourself, increasing your risks of an accident?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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