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Akane was the first to see him. She looked up, and there was Ranma standing in the door, letting his eyes adjust to the dim light. Her heart suddenly ached so much she put a hand to her chest in reflex. Wherehadhebeenwashealrighthelookedgoodthebastardwhydidn’thecall . . .”Who the hell is that,” Akane whispered, her wild mental spasm shocked to a stop by the girl who had moved forward to stand in line behind Ranma.

Wearing slippers, but as tall as Ranma, her legs seemed to go on forever, the illusion aided by the short-shorts she was wearing. Though a more correct name for something like that might have been denim panties. They hung low on her hips, and high on her legs, and together with the white shirt that was tied in a knot under her impossible breasts revealed acres and acres of honey colored flesh. She looked like some delicious candy, just begging to be devoured.

If Ranma’s presence had made her feel like her heart was stopping, this girl made her feel like she was about to wet her uniform tights, and given that her skirt only fell to the top of her thighs that would be more than a little obvious.

Only when Ukyou suddenly interposed herself between Akane and Ranma was Akane able to look up and check out the face of this goddess. Eyes, as honey shaded as her skin stared back at her with simmering anger that shocked Akane back on her heels. A second later the girl gave her a big wide smile revealing gleaming white teeth, with cute little extra long canines. They gave her a scary, but sexy, predatory look.

“Hey there, Ran-chan, nice to see you again. Glad you stopped by. Give me a second and I’ll have a table for one for you,” Ukyou said, doing her best to keep her eyes off the big breasted blond standing just behind Ranma’s left shoulder.

“Hey, Ukyou,” Ranma said, his voice showing real pleasure at seeing her. “I heard you came to work for the Old Ghoul. Can’t wait to taste some Chinese Okonomiyaki. But, I need a table for two. Ryochan is here with me.”

“Says what,” Shampoo interposed herself between Ukyou and Ranma, she looked between Ranma and Ryochan. Goddess bless me, what I would not give to be nestled between those breasts while Ranma fucked my ass,” she thought to herself a hint of drool appearing on her mouth.

“Shampoo! Wipe your chin and get back to your station!” Cologne shouted from the kitchen, her order accompanied by a roll of paper towel that bounced of the Amazon’s head hard enough to force her face first into the blonde’s cleavage. Or so she pretended.

A strong hand, a very strong hand, took hold of the back of Shampoo’s neck, and lifted her away as easily it would have the cat Shampoo turned into. “Ewwwww, she got drool all over my titties,” the blonde complained as she gave Shampoo a shove that sent her stumbling several feet. The blonde made a big production of thrusting her bosom toward Ranma. “Clean it off, Ran-chan, I don’t want to touch her drool. I might catch some sort of Lebanise-disease.”

“Sure thing, Ryo-chan,” Ranma said, bending over to pick up the roll of paper towel.

“Pull some sheets off first, Ran-chan, she might have ice or something in her hair.”

“you mean Lice, Ryo-chan,” Ranma said with an indulgent smile as he did as she asked, pulling off several layers of paper and handing them to Ukyou along with the roll. He took what was left and carefully rubbed any possible drool from the blonde’s tits. Taking way too long a time of it for Ukyou’s peace of mind.

Ukyou was torn, she was furious at this bimbo making up to Ranma, and succeeding, but, she was just as affected as Akane by the sheer beauty of the girl. She was so lush. She almost had to be a member of the UBR, Union of Blond Receptionists. How Ranma had met someone like her . . . strike that, He’d likely rescued her from some pervert or gang of rapists. “God, Ukyou was just about to toss her down in the middle of the restaurant and rape her herself, and she was sure Akane would help her, and from the look on Shampoo’s face as she walked back to her own station, she’d want to be next in line, with that extra big strap on dildo she usually liked being on the receiving end of.

Ukyou banished such thoughts and put a strained smile on her face. “Certainly, “Ran-chan!” she said, putting a possessive tone on his name as she did so. “I have one in a back booth, where you won’t have people staring at you.” There was another reason why Ukyou had chosen that booth, but that was a long shot, and she wasn’t counting on it happening.

Akane had been fidgeting in the background, wanting to bull her way into the conversations, but not daring for fear of the consequences, and out of the guilty feeling that she didn’t really deserve the right. She cheered up a lot when she heard Ukyou announce the table, however. It was in her area. She felt a warm kindly feeling toward Ukyou that was in direct contrast to the rather homicidal impulse that had filled her when Ukyou had pushed in front of her.

As Akane ran to collect some menus, dodging hands without thought as she did, her mind was also mulling over the interesting possibilities offered by that booth. Maybe, if luck was with her, she’d get a chance to show Ranma what a changed person she was.

Normally, when all waitresses on duty in a restaurant abandoned their posts, it could be assumed that the customers would be annoyed. Not so in the Cat Café. In the last two weeks it had become the place to be for the friendly pervert. As opposed the nasty brutal kind. The girls might not be able to hit the customer’s , but no such restriction applied to Cologne, and she had a brutal way with the rougher elements.

The Cat Café’s patrons on the whole were of the cheerfully lecherous sort. They were eager to pat a rear, goose a cleft, or tuck a tip down a front, but they were not the sort to believe the girls owed then anything for the tips they gave. They usually filled the room with banter and risque commentary that Shampoo was happy to throw back at them. Ukyou had slowly adapted her own persona to match Shampoo’s public face, if not her private one. Even Akane had stopped being permanently flushed and had essayed a few remarks of her own. It was a happy cheerful place on the whole. Good food. Pretty girls, with good reflexes, and no excruciating pain. A nice place to spend an afternoon with like minded fellows. It was more a private club than a public restaurant.

It wasn’t just Cologne who was brutal toward any rough stuff happening in her restaurant. The patrons themselves had been known to subtly, and not so subtly, let unwelcome sorts know they were in fact unwelcome. And many of them had more than enough mojo to back it up. When they suggested the dirtbags might, maybe, would be happier elsewhere they were listened to. It might have had something to do with the battle auras, or the casual handling of heavy ordinance, but it was the rare bird who had to be told twice. Actually, no one ever got told twice. Like a rattler the patrons only gave one warning. Trash pickup in the alley had gotten very interesting. But as this trash often came with large sums pinned to what was left of their shirts the sanitation workers had yet to register any complaints.

Such a crowd was not easily silenced, but the arrival of Ryo-chan did that. It was a dead still crowd of men, and boys, that raptly watched Ryo-chan follow after Ranma and Ukyou to their table. Only their eyes moving. Those in front watched her breasts swaying gently as she walked, focusing on the large nipples pressing against the thin fabric of her shirt. Even her areolas were visible, so tight was the fabric. Those behind had a view just as fine as they watched her tight, rock hard, ass roll from side to side as she strolled along unconcerned with the attention she had directed at her. Blood trickled from more than a few nostrils.

Shampoo’s hands clenched into fists as she also watched the big-breasted slut walk away. How dare that bimbo dismiss and manhandled Shampoo like this. Shampoo would make her pay. Shampoo’s narrowed eyes slowly widened, however, as her pupils moving back and forth in time with the swaying girl’s backside. “Maybe Shampoo give girl chance to say she sorry first,” Shampoo said lecherously.

Another roll of paper towels hit Shampoo on the head. “I told you to wipe you mouth and service your section!” Cologne yelled. A second later a large Tea pot, and full tea service, came flying through the air. That kept Shampoo busy while Akane continued to escort Ranma and Ryochan to their booth.

When Cologne had decided to hire Ukyou and Akane, though hire might not be the right word, she’d also decided that it was time to expand. Before they’d only had a few booths. The delivery side of the business had been their real profit maker. She’d been surprised at how much Japanese people would pay to have food delivered, till she’d discovered what Shampoo was really delivering. She’d had to decide between getting serious about Shampoo’s training, or raising the price of delivery ten times, and retiring. In the end, she’d decided on training, Only because it promised to be more entertaining. She had a feeling retirement would be a real bore.

In any case, when they’d torn out the wall into the next store, and converted it to a dining room, they’d discovered they didn’t have enough seating to really fill it. Most of the booth tables were moved out into the main floor area and the existing booths were torn out to allow for more room between tables. It gave the girls more room to move and catch orders without bumping customers. An important consideration with Akane, but Cologne was starting to think she could maybe bring in more tables now that the dark haired girl had become more proficient at dodging hands. The girl had a lot of potential, but it wouldn’t come out if she wasn’t pushed.

There was one booth left, a large one way back in the farthest corner. Cologne usually kept it for the odd parties of girls who came in un-aware, and didn’t immediately run away. It was secluded and the high sides hid the four person table from the view of every other patron. This caused a chorus of boos when Ryochan slid into the booth, tucking her long legs under the overly long table cloth. The cloth hung all the way to the floor, it had been meant for a much larger table. All of them broken in the brawl between the girls. Cologne was not about to buy a new cloths when they had a dozen of this size.

Ranma slid in and said, “Thanks Akane. What’s good?” Ranma paused, but several seconds went by with no acknowledgment from the brunette, “Hello, Akane,” he said in a louder tone of voice.

Akane shook off her daydreams of sun kissed beaches and teeny tiny white bikinis, and quickly handed Ranma and Ryochan menus. “Everything is really good. Cologne has all the old noodle dishes, and she’s worked with Ukyou on some special Okonomiyaki recipes. As well, Ukyo brought some of her secret sauces over. If you want one of her specials she’ll whip it up for you herself. She spells Cologne in the kitchen when Cologne’s shows are on in the afternoon. Do you want me to wait, or come back later?”

Akane had adopted the familiar routine and speech she’d given a thousand times in order to retain some sort of control. She could have kicked herself when she mentioned leaving. She didn’t want to leave. She wanted to fling herself into Ranma’s arms and beg for forgiveness.

In truth, she was a bit shocked at how friendly Ranma was acting. Of course she had no way of knowing that Ranma had been aware of her actions long before the cat got out of the bag, and had been playing along for her own reasons, namely to hide how much time he/she was spending with Ryouga.

“Why don’t you order for us, Ran-chan,” Ryochan asked, getting up. I have to go to the little ladies room.”

Akane moved aside to let her pass and then went up on tiptoes as a hand cupped her ass, and a long finger pressed between her legs and into the cleft of her sex. Before Akane could even take a breath the hand was gone and Ryochan was on her way to the bathroom.

Akane’s face was red and she thanked god that Ranma’s face was buried in the menu and he hadn’t seen anything. She also gave profound thanks to the recent training that kept her from turning into a juggernaut from hell at being goosed so thoroughly. The last thing she wanted was to spend the remainder of Ranma’s stay posing nude in the middle of the restaurant.

“Something hit the back of her head and she lifted a hand reflexively to catch the object that had just bounced off her cranium. She came away with a balled up piece of paper in her hand. She looked over and saw Shampoo giving her the high sign, and then turn to follow Ryochan toward the bath.

Akane opened the ball of paper and found a message. *Go for. Shampoo keep big-titted cow away.”

“I go on break now,” Shampoo called out to Ukyou as she left after Ryochan. A lecherous grin was spread across her face. She’s soon have the big slut pinned to the floor, Shampoo’s cunt shoved into her face. She only regretted she didn’t have time to go upstairs and fetch the really big dildo, the one that took ten d-cells to get rocking.

Shampoo pushed open the door of the bathroom, and walked in. She had a fraction of a second to know something was wrong when a hand took her by the back of the neck. Shampoo suddenly found herself swung around and shoved face first against the now closed door, her breasts flattening against the wood. A second later a lush body pressed up against hers as a knee forced it’s way between her legs, forcing them open.

“Oh, I bet your tongue is just so expert, sweet-cheeks. Why don’t you show me?” Ryochan said in a husky voice into her ear. A hand fondled Shampoo’s ass before slipping around her belly and slipping under her tights. Shampoo gave a gasp as strong fingers forced their way between her legs and plunged into her wet twat. The hand pulled backward, grinding Shampoo’s ass into the groin of her captor.

Akane fidgeted. It was all very well for Shampoo to tell her to go for it. Just what was she to go for, and how was she to go for it? Begging would be shameful, and likely wouldn’t work. She’d lied too often and too violently, to Ranma for simple words to make it up to her. She had to ‘show’ Ranma she really was serious. A demonstration she was a changed girl. A remark Shampoo had once made in regards to this booth had given her an idea earlier, but to actually do it, she flushed, glad Ranma was still reading the menu. Could she really do that! But . . . A thoughtful look came over Akane’s face. Ranma was so shy and repressed . . . it was really unlikely that she’d actually have to do ‘it’ He’s stop her, but not before she’d demonstrated how serious she was.

Akane stepped forward slightly, putting herself out of sight of the restaurant, and ducked down under the table cloth. Her heart was beating a mile a minute as she found herself in a dimly lit cave staring at Ranma’s spread legs.

“Akane!” Ranma whispered urgently. “What are you doing?”

Trying to keep her voice from squeaking, Akane said. “I’m going to prove that I’m a changed person, Ranma,” she said as she slipped forward on her knees, moving between Ranma’s legs and resting a hand on either side of his groin. This was where Ranma would pull her out from under the table, she thought.

Ranma didn’t do anything.

Ok, he’s testing me,” Akane thought, Her hands went to his pants and started to undo the ties. She pushed aside the sides of his pants and exposed his boxer shorts.

Any second now,” she thought.

Akane pulled the waist band of Ranma’s boxers down. A flush colored her cheeks as the fat head of his cock came into view.

Any second.

She pulled some more and Ranma’s cock sprang free, causing her eyes to widen. It was always a bit of a shock to see how big it was. Even knowing it shrank, it was hard to imagine Ranma walking around with that all the time. Of course, if she thought about it, Ranma didn’t. Have it all the time, that was.

Any second,” Akane assured herself as she reached out a hand toward that swaying erection.

Akane’s hand closed around the warm pulsing shaft, her fingers not quite reaching all the way around. She leaned forward, a bead of sweat on her forehead.

Any second.

She opened her mouth.

Anytime

A hand pressed against Akane’s head and she suddenly had four inches of fat cock in her mouth.

“What are you waiting for? Shampoo can’t keep her busy forever,” Ukyou swore at her from a position on her knees slightly behind Akane. Akane could only roll her eyes at Ukyou, and reply she might make silenced by the bulk of Ranma’s cock.

Up above Ranma’s eyes had nearly crossed when Akane had jammed his dick into her mouth. He’d heard lots of perverted boys claim that there was no such thing as a bad blowjob, and maybe they were right. As far as he knew Akane had never had a cock in her mouth before and she was pumping him like a pro.

Ukyou had a firm grip on Akane’s head and was forcing it up and down at a swift pace. “Hurry up, get him off! She ordered. “I want my turn to show how sorry I am.” Ukyou was maybe being a bit rough on Akane, but she was peeved that Akane had stolen her idea, darn it. She’d intended to sneak under here and blow Ranma’s ‘mind’ Well, she’d just show Ranma a good time after he was done with Akane.

Ranma’s recent sexual activity had been a learning experience, and one of the things he had learned was a level of control that only a true master of his own body could manage. He could have let Akane pump her mouth on his cock all night and not cum if he choose, but he didn’t want to choose that option. Despite the blank face he was trying to maintain the idea that Akane the dyke was blowing him this fast and hard, all on her own, was a real turn on and he let the excitement carry him to a quick conclusion. Akane made a strangled sound and waved her hands in the air as her mouth was suddenly flooded with a huge stream of thick strong flavored spunk.

Ukyou saw Ranma’s legs tense. Excited, and eager for her own turn, she forced Akane head down till the other girl’s nose pressed into Ranma’s pubic hair. While she couldn’t see it, she could imagine Ranma’s cock pulsing as it sent shot after shot of jism into Akane’s belly. A bit of her wished it was her cock. She was a bit jealous of Ranma, truth be told. She’d tried to wheedle a blow job out of Akane just about every time she’d used instant man powder. But her argument that it was just an extra large clit had cut no slack from Akane. She had, however, managed to dare Akane into deep throating a strap on dildo once, to get it nice and slick before Ukyou had rammed it up Shampoo’s ass. That was why she knew Akane could handle the current situation.

Ukyou held Akane pressed tightly against Ranma’s balls until she was sure he was done, and then pulled her head up and off. Semen ran out of her mouth as Akane swayed, a dazed expression on her face. “I thought I was going to die,” she croaked out.

“Yea, yea, now go get Ranma’s order while I show him a good time,” Ukyou said. She lowered her head and took Ranma’s semi-erect cock into her mouth, savoring the taste like a fine candy as she worked it into first one cheek and then the other, sucking hard to draw out all the creamy goodness.

Ranma blinked in surprise when Akane emerged from under the table, while someone continued to suck his dick. Dang, Ukyou obviously remembered a lot more of her ninja heritage then he gave her credit for. He hadn’t even seen her slip under the table. For a brief moment Ranma considered that Akane maybe hadn’t done anything, but then he spotted the smear of semen around her mouth and running down toward her chin. “Hey, Akane, you got something right there,” Ranma said, sticking his tongue out to indicate.

“Thank you,”Akane said, her voice still a bit dazed, sticking out her tongue and licking away the drop of juice. “Are you ready to order yet.”

“Give me a ramen super-special,” he said. As Akane stumbled off, to cheers from the peanut gallery. While the customers might not have been able to see the table, what Akane had been up to had been very clear once she’d stepped into their line of sight. Ranma moved a hand under the table and placed it on Ukyou’s head, encouraging her movements. He hadn’t been about to give Akane any help. He’d wanted desperately for her to prove herself to him. He hadn’t expected the blowjob, but it had sure done the job. Considering her attitude toward men in general it had said a lot about how committed she was to making up with him.

Akane wondered over and gave Cologne the order, moving pretty much on auto-pilot. She wasn’t even aware of her body shifting as she slipped by several reaching hands on her way to the kitchen counter. Two things had done a very good job of shattering her world view. First, Ranma had done nothing to avoid the blow-job. That wasn’t the Ranma she knew. Secondly, and much more profound. “Damn, it tasted good,” she muttered.

“You’re lucky girl. Not all boys are as sweet as Ranma,” Cologne said, and then cackled loudly.

Things were not going well for Shampoo. She’d been stripped out of her clothes and then sat on the edge of one of the sinks. The bathroom had exposed plumbing and the blonde she’d tried to challenge had forced her feet up above her head on either side of the pipe that fed the sink and had slipped Shampoo’s panties behind it before shoving each of Shampoo’s feet into a leg hole. Effectively shackling Shampoo in place as the Silk was not about to tear easily. Strips of her own dress had been used to tie her wrists to her ankles and then to gag her.

Shampoo had been offended by the gag. She was an Amazon, she wasn’t going to cry for help. She had, however, cried for another reason. The bit-titted blond had methodically spanked Shampoo’s exposed bottom till it was red as a cherry and tears were streaming down the proud Amazon’s face. Only then had she’d gotten down on her knees and eaten Shampoo out till the amazon had screamed in bliss and passed out.

Getting to her feet, Ryochan daintily wiped her mouth before tucking a letter into Shampoo’s cleavage. Giving the passed out Amazon a pat on the cheek, she left.

Ranma’s fingers dug into Ukyou’s hair as he pressed her face down into his groin. Just as she had done to Akane. He could feel her mouth spasming around his dick as he gave a grunt and shot another hefty load into her belly.

Ukyou pulled her head back, sucking as she did so in order to get every drop, and then using the cleaning rag tucked into her waistband to clean Ranma up. She buttoned his pants and then slumped back against the booth’s bench seat..

Above her, Ranma asked the returning Ryochan, “Ready to order? The service is fantastic.”

“No thanks. I’ve already eaten,” the blond replies, a smirk in her voice that bodied ill for Shampoo.

Akane and Ukyou stood in the bathroom staring at the bound Shampoo, expressions of awe on their face at the amazon’s blissed out features. That blond must be dynamite to do this to Shampoo. Gingerly, Akane reached out and took the letter out of Shampoo’s cleavage, holding it as if it might explode.

“Open it, sugar,” Ukyo urged. Her voice carried worry and fear.

Akane opened the letter and Ukyou read the three words it contained with her.

In neat even letters it delivered a devastating blow to both girls.

*Goodby. Don’t. Ranma.*

Nothing more.

Author’s note:

Sorry for the delay, but I’ve been working on a commissioned Lemon for someone and that has been taking priority.
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