Sushi Girls!

“Joshua! How good to see you,” John Stone said, holding out his hand, his beaming smile stretching from ear to ear. The gray tweed suit he wore was hard pressed and the Saville Row tailoring evident from the close stitching. Joshua Keel shook the A&E Marketing Director’s hand and couldn’t help comparing himself to the corporate spokesperson. Stone had made a killing working and promoting the innovative company A&E Meats and even Keel had to admit that the patented process A&E had developed in breeding, tenderizing, and even preparation of meat stock was beyond reproach. A&E had practically cornered the market and only a few niche restaurants had managed to survive apart from A&E’s influence. Keel owned one.

“John,” Keel said quietly. He wasn’t terribly worried about Stone, or A&E for that matter, since he purchased stock from a foreign supplier, but he did wonder why Stone had asked for the meeting, not to mention a chance to see the place. If A&E wanted to make an offer on the restaurant he was more than willing to listen, but such a proposal would have come from A&E’s Chief Executive Officer, not their marketing guy. “It’s good to see you again. Ready for that tour?”

Stone grinned. “Absolutely. I’ve heard good things about Sushi Girls. You’ve really outdone yourself according to the critics. Positive reviews are hard to come by these days.”

Keel snorted as he turned and headed for the door. “I don’t have to buy positive reviews. The quality and presentation here speak for itself. But you don’t have to take my word for it, you know. I’ll show you everything, from the dining area to the tenderizing rooms to the kitchen. Even storage if you want.” Keel pulled open the door and stepped back to make room for Stone who moved forward graciously.

“Thank you. And yes, I do want to see everything.” Stone paused. “And I’m hoping that when we’re done I might take a little of your time to discuss a business proposition.”

Keel’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he wasn’t opposed to the idea of throwing in his lot with A&E. He just wasn’t a corporate shill. He was an investor and businessman. Still, it was worth hearing Stone out. Keel was well aware that opportunity only knocked once. He followed the man into the restaurant and let the door close behind him.

Stone had stopped in the entryway and was taking in the decor and scents. Sushi Girls! catered to a particular taste and the oriental flair was incredibly obvious. The floor to ceiling windows were decorated to resemble shoji walls, papered over and back lit for illumination. Bonsai trees stood in brightly decorated square planters and Japanese art hung in exquisite tapestries from the walls. The place smelled of rice and soy sauces, along with the more delectable scents of cooking meat. Keel knew that the word was “umami,” the fifth taste discovered by the Japanese, following sweet, sour, salty, and bitter.  

A small podium stood next to what was obviously the arch leading to the dining areas and a petite and beautiful Asian girl stood there waiting patiently. Her straight black hair was cut just to her shoulders and she wore a kimono in the traditional style. She had tiny feet, both of which were clad with the traditional wooden shoes called geta. She couldn’t have been more than sixteen or seventeen. Stone looked at her with appreciation as she bowed deeply to the two men.

“Konnichiwa shinshi. Welcome to Sushi Girls! Is this your first time with us?” She asked, her accent heavy but her English clear.

Stone looked over at Keel, half expecting the man to say something, but when he didn’t Stone looked back at the pretty girl, shrugged and then smiled. “Actually, this will be my first time, though I’ve heard some wonderful things about the place.”

The girl gave Stone and Keel a beaming smile and bowed again. “Then we give you a special welcome, sir. From here please enter and proceed to the very back of the dining area where you will find the kitchens. You may select any of the items we have on display, specify a dish from the menu, and then either select a tenderizing option or handle that particular duty yourself in one of our private tenderizing rooms.” She took a moment to breathe and then smiled again. “Once you are finished the chef will prepare the meal and it will be served to you.” She bowed again. “Please enjoy your meal.”

Stone smiled. “Domo arigato,” he said, his accent terrible. Keel suppressed a laugh but the girl’s face brightened and she bowed again. Stone was wise enough to not to bow a second time and instead he pushed through and entered the dining area. Keel followed, giving the girl a tiny wink, her smile a suitable reward. Keel reminded himself to tell the manager that she needed to be sent up to his private office for a reward that evening.

The main dining area was only partially full, mostly due to the early hour. There were few lunch diners and most of the booths appeared empty. Keel wasn’t worried though. There were more than enough cars in the lot and he figured that the tenderizing rooms were probably mostly full. The Asian decor continued through the room, tasteful and very Zen, all the way back toward the kitchen. Stone walked to the rear of the dining area until he was only a few feet away from the ordering counter. Then he looked up.

Keel knew the effect of seeing the merchandise on display, especially for those coming the first time. They were hanging from a conveyor belt that slowly rotated over the ordering counter, making sure that the customer had an opportunity to see each option. Stone’s eyes widened just a bit and then he turned toward Keel, a wry smile on his face.

“I love the shibari,” Stone said softly, almost reverently.

Keel grinned. Each girl hanging from the conveyor belt was naked and bound in a complicated rope harness knotted in a style of restraint called shibari. From Japan it was a form of bondage that took great skill. Keel reached up and ran a finger along one girl’s bare little foot, watching as she twitched, eyes widening, only to set herself spinning. A low whimper came from her, seeping around the heavy cloth gag that had been positioned across her mouth. A careful eye revealed that none of the girls appeared tied in the same way, their bodies contorted into different positions. Legs and arms were pulled into awkward and fanciful positions. Breasts were bound tight on some girls and left loose on others. Some girls had lines of rope digging up into their bare and swollen cunts. In fact, the only commonality that Keel knew of was that not a single one of the girls that swung above them were comfortable.

“I’m glad you like it. We have four riggers on staff. They come in at about nine in the morning and begin the tying process. Of course by then the girls who have been chosen as the day’s selection have already been woken, fed, cleaned out, and bathed before being brought over from the storage room.”

Stone stared up as the conveyor moved along. “They seem awfully young,” he commented, glancing over at Keel. “Not that I’m suggesting anything,” he amended quickly.

Keel gave the A&E Marketing Director a calculating look. “As you know I get my stock from Sagawa Enterprises. All of my product is guaranteed to be of age and I have the papers to prove it should an inspection be conducted by authorities,” Keel said with rote precision. It was an answer intended for the lawyers but worked well enough on Stone.

Stone held up his hand. “I apologize. I wasn’t suggesting otherwise. It was merely an observation about Asian girls.” Both men knew that the law required girls being sold in such a manner to have reached a minimum of seventeen years of age unless certain permits were obtained. However Sagawa Enterprises had been fined multiple times for faking paperwork and had been known to be less than honest, sometimes taking their product right off the street, rather than from a government sanctioned farm.

Keel smiled. “Yes. They do appear to be much younger than their actual age, don’t they?” He agreed amiably. He looked up at the hanging girls, wriggling in their rope bondage. “And it’s a rare day when inspectors have the time to conduct chromosomal age tests.”

Stone laughed. “That is very true. I notice the girls seem to be tied differently. Is there a reason for this?”

“Absolutely. As you can see I select stock that present different attributes depending on customer demand. Big breasts, wide hips, well-formed labia, and large buttocks are all things that do well. So when a girl is selected for the tie, my riggers make an effort to emphasize that attribute. For example, that girl there, third down. She has very large breasts, unusually large for an Asian girl in fact. So you can see that my rigger has bound her tits and tied her in such a way that her arms won’t conceal them. While the girl next to her has the sort of genitals that make men’s mouths water. So her legs have been tied open, her ankles next to her ears.”

“Why are some of them wiggling?” Stone asked curiously, noting that a few of the girls seemed to be pumping their hips.

Keel paused for a moment. “They’re all stuffed with a torment ball,” he admitted.

That made Stone look over at the business investor in surprise. “Really? You’re using an A&E product?”

Keel nodded. “We have them set for five minutes. If the girl is still for that period of time they receive the full panoply of stimulations. The shock is set to minimum though, and the vibration and tickle settings are on extended.”

Stone thought about it for a moment. “They must be going out of their minds with arousal then. Most girls can’t handle torment balls for very long.” He paused and smiled. “You want them cumming.”

“Exactly. We believe that girls should be well sauced.” Keel reached up and patted another little girl’s leg. “Most of these girls will have at least fifteen to twenty orgasms every day they are on the conveyor.” He paused. “At least until they’re selected.”

Stone grinned. “So what’s a typical day like for them?” He asked, motioning up toward another one of the little girls who wriggled her hips in obvious frantic sexual need as she went by. Like the other girls she was gagged and so only a low, soft moan, emanated from her plugged up mouth.

Keel shrugged. “We keep about thirty or forty on hand in supply, just in case the demand is high. Obviously they only keep for a certain amount of time. Both the manager and the riggers determine who is selected, going by demand first, followed by seniority. If we have…” Suddenly Keel stopped and looked behind Stone. A man in a suit stood there, waiting respectfully. Keel reached out and snagged Stone’s elbow and pulled the A&E man out of the way.

“Please sir, go right on ahead. We’re discussing some business and aren’t yet ready to make our selection,” Keel said politely. Stone smiled at the waiting man and nodded in agreement.

“Oh. Okay. Thank you,” said the man. He stepped up to the counter and looked up, his eyes bright as the girls endlessly swung by him. Stone watched with interest as the man let the entire lineup pass once, the conveyor bringing each bound teenage girl within touching distance.

“As I was saying,” continued Keel in a quieter voice. “We select by seniority. We don’t like to keep the same girl on hand for longer than a week if we can help it.” He paused. “If one of them fails to be chosen for more than a few days in a row, we’ll select her at the beginning of the day to handle any rush orders or for those just popping in for a bit of nigiri.” Keel smiled. “We do take-out orders too, though why anyone wants them, especially at our prices, I have no idea.”

Across from the two businessmen the customer was obviously being selective. A few times he even reached out and touched one of the hanging girls, just as Stone had done, squeezing a breast or thigh, slapping an exposed buttock. Finally he picked an adorably cute little thing with short cut hair and perfectly sized breasts to compliment a woman’s hips. Her shaved little slit was puffy and her clitoris peeked out from between the cleft. Stone watched the man run his finger through the girl’s slit, his finger coming back extremely wet, glistening with cum.

Keel smiled and leaned toward Stone, his voice quiet. “That’s exactly how we prefer them. In fact, the stock kept back in supply, if they aren’t selected for the day’s menu, are encouraged and ordered to pleasure each other on an almost constant basis. A veritable orgy of sapphic goodness.” He patted Stone on the back. “No offense to A&E’s tenderizing plant, but my pussy gets only tongue and fingers until we actually put them in the harnesses with the torment balls.”

Stone shrugged. “No objections. Everyone likes it different. Our tenderizing process focuses on the deconstruction of the muscle tissue rather than marination. But that’s just because the market seems to like that.”

The chef who had been waiting for the customer to make a decision complimented the man on his choice and then went over meal options. Japanese cuisine was predominate on the menu, but there were some traditional Chinese, Vietnamese, and even a few Filipino dishes available.  Stone and Keel watched as the man selected a menu item and the chef reached up with a heavy knife. In seconds the rope was cut and the girl was freed from the harness. She fell, only to be caught by the chef. Stone could see the tears in her eyes. Then the chef looked over at the customer.

“Do you wish to tenderize her sir?” The chef asked. The customer smiled. “Oh absolutely. Thoroughly,” he assured the chef.

The chef grinned. “Of course. Let me get her prepared in a private tenderizing room.”

Stone looked back at Keel as the chef carried the tiny girl away and the customer headed off to the right, following a sign that stated “tenderizing rooms” along with an arrow.

“Well, it seems you do tenderize,” Stone said with a grin. Keel laughed.

“Most of the customers prefer to do it themselves. That’s part of the charm here at Sushi Girls. We’ve actually had some men take hours back there. We don’t enforce time limits. Of course we’re happy to prepare the girls au natural, but I think that everything is better if they’re well used. But come with me. Let me show you one of the tenderizing rooms.” Keel moved forward, following the customer as Stone paced him. A small hallway led to about two dozen tiny rooms, each numbered, and each with a door.

“I have them soundproofed from the main dining area, but stand here for just a moment,” Keel said, holding up his hand. Stone stopped and looked down the hall. Then, faintly, a wailing cry seemed to waft toward them. It was accompanied by the crack of a whip, muted from behind one of the doors. A short moment later came a scream of sharp agony coming from a young girl’s throat. Grunting noises were prevalent. Stone gave Keel a knowing glance as he smiled.

Keel checked a computer mounted to the wall and then nodded at Stone. “We actually have quite a few customers already tenderizing their selections. But number four is clear right now, so let’s go in and you can take a look around.” He moved down the hall and together both men entered Tenderizing Room #4.

It was small, no bigger than a mid-level manager’s corporate office and smelled of disinfectant, bleach, and citrus. The floor was polished concrete and there was a grate covered drain at the far end. Nearby was a shower head with a removable nozzle and hose. In the center of the room was a steel frame, tilted slightly back and having four obvious arms. Joshua Stone recognized the strange metal framework as a restraint of some kind and it looked like it belonged in a horror movie about a mad scientist, or perhaps a Nazi torturer intent on sexually abusing his victims as well as killing them. Stone looked on with appreciation at the design, noting that with little effort anyone secured to the device could be repositioned and forced into almost any shape desired.

“As you can see,” Keel said. “The restraint is designed to provide maximum access. There is no support except for the back brace, leaving the girl’s bottom, breasts, sex, legs, feet, and torso exposed.” Keel turned and pointed behind Stone. The A&E man turned and saw a tall niche in the corner. Like a hotel, there was white robe along with a few towels folded and waiting. But there was also a selection of different whips, crops, and paddles dangling from a few hooks as well. A central column of shelves held a series of items and Stone studied them intently. A leather sap, the rectangular leather tip stained sat next to a plastic wrapped tray. Stone looked through the cellophane and saw a dozen different surgical and medical tools, ranging from a speculum, to a series of small and sharp metal hooks, a full dozen needles, a number of scalpels, to even a few items Stone couldn’t readily identify but appeared to be capable of causing intense pain. The shelf above held a number of medieval torture implements including what looked like a well-used pear, a set of tongs, as well as a number of spiked pincers and pressure clamps. Beneath lay a full set of butchering tools; a bow saw, ice pick and a full set of knives lay gleaming. Lastly was a box full of strangely shaped dildos and vibrators. Some with spikes. Some overly large. Some clearly meant for anal use. A portable TENS unit was lying next to the box of toys.

“My goodness!” Stone said in delight. “You certainly do provide a full assortment of options. He reached down and tapped the plastic wrapped case. “I see you’re taking advantage of the legal loophole.” Stone’s knowing grin was huge.

Keel nodded. “Yes. Since the customer has already technically purchased the girl, I can avoid compliance with the humane treatment laws.” He put a hand to his chest. “My restaurant is not causing any inhumane suffering.”

Suddenly the men heard a high pitched scream coming through the wall. They paused, listening to a frantic wail followed by a girl begging in some foreign language. They could tell she was pleading, her words fast and frightened. Then she screamed again, a pain ridden sound followed by a gurgling.

Stone’s eyes glittered. “That was certainly an intriguing sound!”

Keel shrugged. “It’s the nature of the business.” Then he opened the door and stepped back into the hall. “It sounded rather final. Let’s see if the chef has been summoned.” As he did one of the doors further down the hall opened and a man, who was in the process of removing a blood spattered robe, came out. Keel put on a big smile and nodded to the man, who was clearly a customer. “How are you sir? Finding everything okay?”

The man, who was not the same customer who had come in while Keel and Stone were at the counter, nodded happily, tossing the soiled garment back into the room. “Absolutely. Love this place. Best food ever!”

Keel nodded. “I’m the owner. I know you’ve called for the chef already, but do you mind if I show my associate your selection?

The man looked a bit uncomfortable, almost sheepish as he considered the request. Finally he shrugged. “Oh. Uh… Well I guess so. I just have to warn you that there isn’t… well…” Then he shrugged and walked past them, his face crimson, not saying any more. Stone gave Keel a surprised look.

“Odd,” Stone said simply. “It’s not like we’ll be judgmental.” Keel shrugged and then he went to the room the man had left and opened the door.

Inside was a bloodbath. Arterial spray had splattered the walls in high arcs. A gorgeously cute and obscenely young Asian girl was strapped to the metal restraint frame, her body pulled taut in a spread-eagled fashion. A pool of white cum dripped from what was left of her cunt, which had been sliced open, obviously from being fucked with one of the larger knives. Her eyes and mouth were open, unmoving and slightly glazed, an expression of terror and agony etched across her face. Both of her breasts were covered with puncture wounds and both of her nipples had been partially sawed off. Her abdomen was a mass of cuts, each bright red. The bottoms of her feet had been sliced to ribbons with shallow, agonizing lines and her heels were coated in bright crimson. Her throat had been slashed from ear to ear. Her chest wasn’t moving and while fresh blood was everywhere, her heart no longer pumped it.

“Wow. He had a good time,” Stone observed.

Keel swallowed, just a little put off by the barbarity of it. “Well, that’s one way to put it. I prefer my girls to be tenderized, not tortured.” He backed out of the small room and Stone followed, clearly unfazed by the brutality. The door closed behind them and as they turned to go back down the hall, two men wearing blood stained white jumpsuits hurried out of a door marked “Kitchen”. They had a heavy tarp with them and with just a simple nod to Keel, entered the room with the dead girl.

Keel sighed. “Honestly, only about a third of our customers do that, Stone. Most of the girls survive tenderizing with no more than bruises and welts. The only thing that is normal across the board is that every one of them gets fucked stupid.” He shook his head. “Let’s move on to the kitchen,” Keel said. “They’ll be bringing her body back in just a moment.” Stone nodded and the two men headed toward the far end of the hallway.

“After the orderlies remove the girl our cleaning crew will come in and hose out the room, sterilizing it. Of course you know that all the girls are tested for venereal and other diseases as part of the import procedure, or they wouldn’t pass customs. Still, I think it provides a level of comfort. My guests expect the tenderization rooms to be clean. We bleach everything, spray it down, scrub the restraint, floors, and walls, and then replace ALL of the items in the niche. Everything goes to our cleaners.”

Stone nodded. “I can appreciate your attention to detail, Joshua.” A moment later the two orderlies came out into the hall bearing the plastic wrapped body of the girl. Blood streaked the translucent plastic and Keel and Stone stepped aside to let the two men go past them. Keel motioned for Stone to follow as the orderlies pushed open a door marked “kitchens” and a moment later the two businessmen were standing in a busy kitchen. Off to the right was a butchering area and Stone watched as the two orderlies dumped the dead girl on a steel table while a man with a knife wearing a blood splattered apron immediately began carving her up, setting certain portions of her anatomy into specific metal bowls.

“I have a question,” Stone said. Keel looked at him and nodded. “Why is it called Sushi Girls? It seems you are more of a barbecue prep place. I mean, sushi is generally a raw food. Right?”

Keel smiled. “Very perceptive. Yakiniku, or Japanese style barbecue grilling, is a staple here at Sushi Girls! However we do a great deal of raw preparations as well. Sashimi style, where you can get raw breast, cunt, or ass is actually quite popular.” He moved away from the butchering area and stopped in front of a number of wheeled contraptions that were nothing more than a metal tray on wheels, with a welded steel rectangle resembling a door frame rising from each side. Heavy manacles hung at each corner and in the center of the tray a single adjustable pole rose up from the bottom rung and was topped with a vibrator. “While we can do the sushi prep in here. Most folks who order their girls sushi style prefer the prep to happen at the table. We didn’t see this out on the floor when we were coming through, but this is actually a very popular choice, especially at dinner time. The girl is secured hand and foot to the center and then a few leather straps hold her waist and thighs in place.” He tapped a few leather straps hanging on one side of the first metal frame. “The vibrator is applied to her clit and while she’s cumming the sushi chef will slice her. The bottom tray will collect any fluids and you’ll be served your meal. We also are willing to leave her there for you to enjoy while you eat.”

Stone nodded thoughtfully. “Still alive? What do you do with her when they’re done?”

Keel shrugged. “Either take-home or we can bring her back in and use her for the fast orders or the soup pot.”

“Fast orders?”

Keel laughed. “Some just like the taste, Stone.” He walked further into the kitchen and then pointed. “There. See?”

John Stone took a few steps forward and looked around a few of the chefs. Against the back wall of the kitchen, bound to a wire rack of some sort and standing in another high lipped metal pan was an Asian girl, her mouth stuffed with a red rubber ball buckled around her head. Her eyes were closed and Stone could understand why. She must have been in acute agony. One of her breasts was practically gone, cut slice by slice from her body, the other in perfect shape. An electro cauterizer was lying on the shelf next to her and Stone watched as one of the chefs came back to her with a paring knife, and casually sliced the nipple off her untouched breast. The girl’s eyes opened wide and she screamed, or at least tried too. Blood spilled from her body and then the chef picked up the cauterizer, pressed it to the wound and a second later the flow of blood stopped. Between her legs was another massager, pressed tightly to her clitoris and it was readily apparent that she her hips were grinding against the sexual stimulation.

“I see,” Stone replied. Suddenly a red light began blinking on the wall behind them and Stone looked up. “Self-destruct?” He asked lightly.

Keel chuckled. “No. One of the diners is done with tenderizing. It warns the chefs that the orderlies will be bringing a live one in. Like I said before, only about a third of the girls end up getting butchered before getting to the kitchen.”

Stone nodded. “Live ones. Right. How do you…” he paused. “Take care of the others?”

Keel smiled. “Right over here. You’ll recognize it.” The two men made their way past another chef and Stone laughed in delight.

“An A&E Terminator 4000! I say, I’m glad to see this!” Stone put his hand on the familiar machine. It was nothing more than a large chair like restraint, two large dildos sticking up out of the seat. Neither looked remotely comfortable. “This has always been one of our best sellers,” Stone said fondly. The machine was placed in front of a glass window that looked out on the dining area. A man stood there, clearly waiting for something.

“Excuse me sirs,” an orderly said from behind them. Stone and Keel turned and saw that one of the orderlies was carrying a naked girl over his shoulder, her body limp, her bare bottom scored with what looked like a hundred narrow, crimson colored welts. The petals of her sex, peeking out from between her thighs, were swollen and beaten. She was sobbing, almost hiccupping as the chef set her on her feet. Stone immediately noticed how beautiful she was, her delicate almond shaped eyes and white, flawless skin going perfectly with her solid black hair.

“Exquisite ,” Stone acknowledge. She cowered before them, putting her hands down between her legs, trying to hide herself demurely. Her breasts were on the smallish side but still had some intriguing marks developing across her nipples, as if someone had taken a belt, or perhaps even a cane, to her bosom. The chef pushed her backward and she was forced to climb up on the chair. She clearly didn’t want to be impaled, but the chef pushed and maneuvered her until she was in position and had no choice but to lower herself down. She whimpered at the double penetration, unable to stop the steel probes from going up into both her ass and pussy. Then the orderly began strapping her down on the chair, the leather belts going across her wrists, thighs, ankles, and waist.

“I’ve always loved this machine,” Stone said, watching as the orderly positioned the restrictor strap around the girl’s throat. “How many orgasms do you allow her?” Stone asked curiously.

“Just one,” Keel replied regretfully. “Time is of the essence, right?” The orderly finished securing the girl into the machine and then to Stone’s surprise, he was able to turn the entire chair so that the girl was facing the window. She let out another terrified whimper as she caught sight of the man on the other side of the glass and the look of cruel desire on the man’s face clearly made her cringe. The Terminator 4000’s motor started up and the girl let out a sharp wail as the vibrators inside her began vibrating at almost unbearable levels. A silicon covered probe rose up from the seat, directly between her legs and stopped only when it had mashed itself against her clitoris. She began jerking as much as the straps would allow, and in less than a minute was clearly lost in the throes of orgasmic ecstasy. Her hips rolled and wriggled but she was unable to escape the intense stimulation. Neither Keel or Stone said anything as they witnessed the event and they watched from the side in fascination as the little girl’s breasts heaved as she worked herself into a violent froth, finally cumming with a high pitched whine. Just as the orgasm started the restrictor strap suddenly tightened, cutting off her air. Her eyes began to bulge and her mouth opened and closed as she struggled to suck in another lungful of air, even as her pumping hips continued to fuck the phallic probes between her legs. Keel reached out and pinched her nipple, eliciting another pained expression on her face before her skin began to flush, turning purple, then blue. A moment later her body went rigid, her fingers and toes curling, struggling as the last of her oxygen was used up, trying to escape. Her eyes clouded and then her lids closed in the last moment of life.

“Sweet. Very sweet,” said Stone, reaching out and closing the dead girl’s eyes.

The orderlies stepped in immediately, quickly releasing the girl’s arms and legs, pulling her off and carrying her back over to the butchery area. The man on the other side of the glass smiled and then disappeared, no doubt heading to his table to await the meal.

Stone took a deep, satisfied breath. “That’s all well and good, but do you ever have a customer who wants to handle the termination themselves?”

Keel shrugged. “That’s what the tenderizing rooms are for. I know some places are all about the spitting, or the live roasting, and I’ve even seen A&E’s new immersion circulator. Very efficient and creative by the way.”

Stone smiled in acceptance.

“But here at Sushi Girls! we have everything timed out perfectly so that our chefs can get the food on the table as quickly as possible. We avoid problems with inhumane cooking methods, and the customers know that playtime is in private.”

Stone nodded. “Well, I have to admit Joshua that this is one of the best run restaurants I’ve ever seen. It’s easily on par with The Scarlet Whip,” Stone said, referring to one of Keel’s other popular eating establishments. Keel nodded and led the way out of the kitchen, through another door marked “supply.”

“I keep the stock back here. Care to see?”

Stone shrugged. “I have no objections. But at this point I think I know how you work.”  The two men stepped into another large room and Stone looked around. There were about forty sleeping mats arranged around the room, about half of them occupied. All of the girls there were naked, most of them paired up, forced to lick and suck on each other’s bodies by a stern faced man with a leather paddle who walked among them.

“How do you keep the help from… helping himself?” Stone asked curiously.

Keel shrugged. “He’s well paid. Plus he has the free use of the staff slave I keep on hand for those kinds of needs. If he’s feeling a little frisky he can just call her in and she’ll work out any urges he might have.”

Stone laughed. “Care to call her for me?”

At that Keel could only laugh too. “Actually, why don’t we head back to the front. You can select a girl of your choice, tenderize her, and then we can have a late lunch. A business meeting. You can tell me what you’ve got in mind.” He held open the door leading back to the main restaurant.

Stone nodded. “Absolutely. I mean, it’s just an idea A&E is interested in promoting. We noticed your ethnic take on Asian food and were wondering if it might work for other cuisines.”

Keel’s eyebrow went up. “Really?”

Stone nodded as they reentered the dining area and made their way to the counter. Above them the girls slowly swung by, hips pumping as the torment balls kept each of them wet and cumming. “Yes,” Stone replied. “We’ve managed to come up with genetic stock supplies, so an African themed restaurant, or a Greek/Lebanese place would work. We could supply enough meat to take care of the demand.

“Interesting,” Keel admitted. “I really hadn’t thought of trying any other restaurants because I couldn’t guarantee a supply.

Stone nodded. “And now, we can.” Then Stone waved his hand. “But we can discuss the details later, during lunch. For now…” he reached up and pushed two fingers into one of the girls, her large breasts bound tight. “I think I’d like to have this scrumptious little morsel.” He pumped his fingers as she jerked and wriggled, the rope cutting into her flesh, making her look like a delicious sausage.

Keel laughed. “Very well then. And take your time in the tenderizing room. Enjoy yourself.”

Stone’s eyes brightened as the chef cut down the girl he’d selected. “Oh. I intend to,” he said with great satisfaction. “I certainly intend to.”

Shokuyoku.

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