The Restaurant

When Rachel first saw the sign for the restaurant, she figured it was a shoe 
store. But, when she noticed the word restaurant underneath, her curiosity 
was piqued.
?Nothing-but-Feet Restaurant?, she said, ?I wonder what they serve there??
When she entered the building, a picture of a foot on a plate, surrounded by 
rice and vegetables, greeted her. Interestingly, the foot was not attached 
to a leg. She looked down at the menu and was delighted by a menu with 
numerous dishes featuring feet as the main course: Filet-of-Sole, Spaghetti 
and Feetballs, Toes d?oeuvre. As she stood there, drooling over the menu, a 
hostess appeared and asked her if she was going to be staying for dinner. 
Still slightly stunned, she nodded her head yes.
?Understand that the policy of the restaurant is that you can have any foot 
you see, but your feet are also available. So, if someone wants to eat your 
feet, you must give them up?, the hostess said.
Rachel nodded her head yes, signed the waiver stating she understood the 
policy, and removed her shoes and socks, as required. She glanced down and 
noticed that the hostess? feet were encased within a clear plastic shoe, 
giving a perfect view of her feet and toes.
The hostess picked up a menu and said, ?Follow me, please.?
As Rachel entered the restaurant, she wondered if she would need her shoes, 
when she left the restaurant. As if to answer her question, a tall blonde 
wobbled by, supported by her boyfriend. Rachel looked down and noticed she 
had no feet.
Rachel walked through the restaurant and was greeted by the sight of 
numerous bare feet. She also noticed that many of the patrons were looking 
at her feet hungrily. She was brought to a table and sat down. Over to her 
left were four women, a blonde and three brunettes. She looked down and two 
of the brunettes and the blonde wiggled their toes, as if waving. The fourth 
had no feet.
?Here?s your menu, your waitress, Jessica, will be with you shortly. You can 
taste any foot you see. If you don?t see any you like, over to the left is a 
room with more feet on display. Remember, anyone can try your feet, too. Any 
questions??
?Yes?, Rachel answered, ?would it be possible to try your feet??
?Certainly?, the hostess replied. She pulled off her shoe and placed her 
barefoot on the table before Rachel. She sniffed the hostess? foot, enjoying 
the slightly sweaty scent. She then took the hostess? big toe into her mouth 
and started sucking on it, running her tongue in circles around the base of 
the toe, enjoying the salty flavor. She then placed all five toes into her 
mouth and started sucking greedily, as if to devour the hostess? foot right 
there.
?If you decide you want to eat my feet, place an X on them with that marker 
on the table. But, please, at least let them remove me foot before you do 
that.?
?Your foot tastes wonderful, but I would like to look around first? Rachel 
replied. The hostess slipped her foot, now lubricated with Rachel?s saliva, 
back into her shoe and strolled away.
Rachel started looking around, not sure where to start. There were so many 
feet that appealed to her! As she sat there, evaluating her choices, a young 
man approached her and said ?Mind if I try your feet??
?Sure, go ahead?, Rachel replied.
She lifted her foot onto the table and he engulfed her toes with his mouth. 
He ran his tongue in between her toes and gently nibbled on the ends of her 
toes. He removed her saliva-covered toes from his mouth and ran his tongue 
up the length of her foot, from heel to toes. He placed her toes back into 
his mouth and mumbled ?Delicious? around a mouthful of toes. He removed her 
toes from his mouth again and then placed a D on her feet.
?I?ve got to have your feet?, He said, ?They are just to tasty to give up.?
As he walked away, Rachel, rather flattered he liked her feet so much, 
continued to look around the restaurant. She spotted a pair of gorgeous 
blondes sitting at a table on the other side of the room. She stood up and 
weaved her way to their table. She watched them stare at her feet as she 
approached and wiggle their toes as if to entice her. She looked at their 
feet and noticed that one had toes that border-lined on offensive: The 
second toe was too short compared to the surrounding toes, a massive bunion 
on either foot. Ick, she thought to herself, someone doesn?t care about 
their feet. She looked at the other blonde and was delighted by a beautiful 
pair of feet. No calluses, well pedicured, perfectly formed toes. That, 
Rachel thought, is a meal. She approached the table, mesmerized by the 
second blonde?s feet.
?May I try your feet?? she asked the second blonde.
?Sure, eat away?, was the reply
The blonde placed her foot on the table and Rachel grasped her ankle. She 
slowly let her gaze absorb every detail of the luscious foot in front of 
her. She placed her nose in between the big and second toe and inhaled 
deeply. She almost fainted from the wonderful aroma. She started by licking 
the foot from heel to toe, drinking in the salty taste. She gently nibbled 
on the ball and lapped away at the arch. She then placed all five toes in 
her mouth and started sucking them. She sucked them so hard, she was afraid 
she was going to remove the nails. The blonde wiggled her toes and Rachel 
tried to suck harder. The blonde gasped at the sensation just before Rachel 
stopped orally massaging her feet. Rachel had found her choice for dinner. 
She took her marker and placed a big red X on the soles of the blonde?s 
feet.
Rachel went back to her table and picked up her menu. Now that she knew 
whose feet she was going to eat, she needed to figure out how she wanted 
them prepared. There were so many choices, she wasn?t sure what to choose. 
The filet of sole really sounded appealing, but so did the toes in cream 
sauce and lemon marinated feet. She finally decided on the lemon-marinated 
feet because she would get the whole foot, not just a part.
A few minutes later, the waitress approached Rachel?s table.
?Hi, my name is Jessica and I?ll be your waitress. Have you chosen which 
feet you want??
?Yes. The blonde over in the corner had the most delicious feet. I placed a 
red X on her soles like instructed.?
?An excellent choice. If no one had chosen her feet before I left, I would 
have gotten them for myself. Have you decided how you want them prepared??
?Yes?, Rachel replied, ?I would like them lemon marinated.?
?You and I must be related because that was exactly how I would have them 
prepared. Could I try a bite when they?re brought to you??
?Let me see how hungry I am and we?ll see.?
?Sounds good. Would you like a drink before dinner?? the waitress asked
?Yes, I would like a nice red, wine. That?s supposed to go good with feet.?
?An excellent choice. I?ll get that for you and place your order for you as 
well.?
As the waitress walked away, Rachel saw a woman with a chefs hat approach 
her table.
?Your feet have been selected for dinner. Please come with me?, the chef 
said.
Rachel got up and followed the chef into a room off to the left. There were 
various seats in the room facing the walls. In the walls were various pairs 
of holes and a monitor above them.
?Please take a seat and place your feet in the holes in front?, Rachel was 
instructed.
She did as she was told and relaxed. Oh well, she thought, I guess this is 
the price for dinner. As she sat there, she noticed the monitor turn on. On 
it was a pair of feet with a D drawn on them. Those are my feet, she thought 
to her self. A man approached her feet and started spraying some fluid on 
them. He then pulled out a brush and scrubbed her soles, removing the D. 
Next, he started gently washing them with a sponge. Rachel sat back and 
enjoyed the feeling of her feet being pampered. After a couple of minutes, 
the man clipped her nails and filed them flat. Next, he took a pumice stone 
and ran it across her heels and toes. That didn?t take long since Rachel 
prided herself on the appearance of her feet. The perfect pedicure just 
before I lose my feet, she thought to herself, how ironic. After he was 
done, he walked away and Rachel waited for what was next.
She felt straps tighten around her ankles, effectively immobilizing her 
feet. Another woman approached her feet and looked them over. She then 
tickled Rachel?s feet and Rachel responded by wiggling her toes. The woman 
pulled a hypodermic needle out of a bag and injected both of Rachel?s feet 
with something. Rachel started loosing feeling in her feet, first in her 
toes, then in her arches, heels, and finally in her ankles. The woman again 
tickled Rachel?s feet, but she couldn?t feel a thing. Satisfied the 
anesthesia had done its job, the woman took Rachel?s foot in hand and 
started licking her toes. Too bad I can?t feel that, Rachel thought, for she 
really enjoyed having her toes sucked and her feet licked. The woman then 
started to bite her foot! Rachel was astounded to see teeth mark all over 
her feet; on her heels, above her toes, next to her arch, but she couldn?t 
feel a thing. After that, the woman picked up a plate, placed it below 
Rachel?s bare feet, and pressed a red button located to the right of 
Rachel?s feet. Rachel watched as her feet fell onto the plate. She felt a 
strange sensation at the base of her legs and then her legs were released. 
She pulled her legs out of the holes and looked at where her feet once were. 
Both stumps were covered with a plastic-like material that seemed to inhibit 
any pain she may have felt.
On the screen, she watched the scene change and the woman with her feet 
brought them into a small area filled with tiny kitchenettes. As she walked 
past one, a man came out and appeared to admire her feet. He picked one foot 
up and sucked on the toes. His eyes closed as he apparently enjoyed the 
taste. He placed the foot back on the plate and the chef headed toward 
another kitchenette.
When she arrived at one, the monitor changed views and she could see her 
feet on a cutting board. The chef started taking out various ingredients and 
placing them on the counter; Flour, paprika, meat tenderizer, salt and 
pepper. She then placed each foot onto a scale and weighed them. The weights 
flashed across the screen; the left was 2 pounds and the right was 2.1 
pounds. The chef took out a glass-baking pan and greased the bottom with 
butter. She then placed both feet into a bowl and poured a generous helping 
of meat tenderizer on each. With care, she kneaded each foot and paid 
special attention to the toes, gently massaging tenderizer into each one. 
Next she placed the two feet into the baking plan, soles up, and gently 
sprinkled flour over the feet. She placed the dish into an oven and the 
screen shut off.
Now that she was footless, Rachel needed to figure out how to get back to 
her table. Near by was a pair of crutches, which she picked up and made her 
way back toward the table. As she exited the room, she placed the blonde 
who?s feet she had chosen. They smiled at each other and Rachel continued 
toward her table.
When she arrived at her table, there was the glass of wine waiting for her. 
She sat back and waited for her dinner to arrive.
After a while, she looked around and noticed the guy who had selected her 
feet was just being served his dinner. Those are my feet, she thought as she 
looked at the plate in front of him. It was kind of eerie seeing her feet 
across the room on a plate. The guy looked up at her and smiled. He then cut 
off her big toe and placed it in his mouth. He let it dangle out of his 
mouth for a second and Rachel watched as her toe disappeared into his mouth.
Jessica, approaching her table with a steaming plate of feet, distracted 
her.
?Here you are. Can I get you anything else?? Jessica asked.
?No, I think I?m all set, thanks.?
?Enjoy.?
She looked down at the feet in front of her and inhaled deeply. The smell of 
cooked feet infiltrated her nose and Rachel picked up her fork and knife 
hungrily. They were slightly browned with the soles up and Jessica had 
placed them with the toes toward Rachel, as if knowing that was what Rachel 
was going to eat first. Rachel cut off the pinky toe of the left foot and 
brought it up to her mouth. She looked over at the blonde who was looking 
her way, and gave her a big smile. Then, she popped the toe into her mouth, 
like a piece of popcorn. She rolled the toe around her mouth, savoring the 
flavor. She chewed it a little bit and swallowed. She was definitely going 
to enjoy this meal.

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