The Secret Ingredient
Most chefs would say both that they put themselves into everything they cook, that is a labor of love, but none of them mean it the way I do. But let me back up for a second.
I run a very exclusive high-end restaurant called Essense. Though we occasionally have male clientèle, we cater to women who have a particular interest in our cuisine. And what we do isn't exactly cheap, though we do have a back room with "affordable" bachelorette party packages (they get rowdy and we like to keep them from disrupting the classy ambiance of the main dining floor.
This is because all of our meals are prepared with a very special, very secret ingredient. Cum. Mostly mine, but I've been known to obtain additional supply from our sous chef or some of the wait staff. The food is a normal, rotating menu, but each dish is made with semen. If you taste it, you might not notice it in the salty squid ink pasta with white wine cream sauce, served with seared scallops. But you'll know exactly why our salted caramel cupcakes taste the way they do.
And for an extra special evening, you can sit at the chef's table and experience a five course tasting menu. But make sure you make a reservation, since we have a limited number of spots.
This is a bit more out there than my usual prompts, but I thought of the idea and couldn't resist doing something over the top for today's theme day. It's meant to be fun and a bit silly more than serious, but I'm open to any ideas from this.
The story itself could unfold in several ways, depending on what experience you want. You could be anyone from a regular patron (maybe a bored, idle rich housewife?), to a special bride-to-be, or a food critic who isn't aware of our special ingredient.
I'm vanilla and kink friendly, and open for shorter or longer-term roleplays.
Submitted March 08, 2017 at 01:38PM by Ackbaroque http://ift.tt/2lZuL7i
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