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// Delectation// Story: Left With A Kiss// by Comet Burst//------------------------------//

Delectation: pleasure or enjoyment



	To say I enjoyed this job was a bit of an understatement. I absolutely loved what I did here. We all did, in a way. Some mares here loved the feeling of power they had over the stallions who came in. They would act innocent and shy until the stallion had a few drinks in them, then they would earn their tips. The rest of us, me and Glimmer included, started earning it as soon as they entered. To us, there was no need to act shy and timid, like we were afraid we would recognize anypony who came in. We knew where we were, and we did what was expected of us. It was no surprise who earned the biggest tips at the end of the night when you know that.

	I knew my role here as well. The bar-mares were those who were good at acting friendly, smiling and buttering them up with needless praise and interest before batting their eyelashes and wiggling their rumps to them. Waitresses, like me and Glimmer, were the forward ones who made their voices drip with lust, passion and desire. We cooed, we whispered and insinuated with each line, allowing those who knew what they were here for to get their bits worth. Glimmer's knockout looks gave her the most regulars, stallions who came here solely to have her smile, serve and talk to them.

	My regulars were those who loved exotic things. Whenever somepony came in, they were asked what kind of mare they preferred. If they gave an unusual answer, like zebras or something else, they were given to me. As of now, I had at least five stallions who came by just to see me in my socks and to have me leave my signature kiss on their necks. They paid well and often asked me to meet them when I got off of work. One in particular was a turquoise unicorn who was very interested in what he called 'inter-species breeding'.

	Today was a bit of a slow day, though. The crowd was slow to trickle in, meaning us waitresses had some time to relax and talk. I was busy tending to my socks when one of the mares came by.

	"Hey Viola," she said in her girly tone.

	I looked away from my socks to see her smiling at me and wiping down a table. She was a fairly new hostess, the ones who were meant to draw in curious stallions with their adorable smiles. Her coat was beige with a flowing bright scarlet mane and tail, whipping around as she moved. Her spring green eyes locked onto mine as her foreleg, covered with a black and dark gray striped sock, pushed a couple loose strands of her mane away from her face.

	"Oh, hey Plush," I replied nonchalantly as I turned away, picking at my sock again.

	"Oh, not much. Just learning how to be a waitress like you and Glimmer," she said brightly, "I was told I have the makings of one."

	"Uh huh, sure," I replied, hardly paying attention.

	I guess Plush rambled on about how cool it was that she worked here after that. I learned to switch off my hearing and just smiled and agreed with what she said mostly. She had taken a special interest in Glimmer first, following her around and noting what she did to attract the most tips. It wasn't long before she started using what she had learned at the front door. 
luring in fresh customers with her eyes and tail. Her favorite maneuver was to invite the stallion inside for a drink and some fun before turning to the door and flicking her tail towards them.

	"So, I was wondering," she started saying just as my ears began to work again, "How did you come up with the kiss thing?"

	My head snapped up at that, staring at the mare with a confused expression. She smiled widely at me, innocence written all over her face.

	"What do you mean by that?" I asked.

	"You know, the whole 'leaving them with a kiss' bit!" she almost exclaimed, scaring me, "The thing you're totally famous for!"

	"Oh, that," I said, trying to think of some bogus answer, "Well, uh, I don't really.. uh,  well, why do you wanna know?"

	"Because I'm trying to find my own bit," she stated proudly, "Glimmer has her 'mysterious unicorn magic', Saffron over at the bar has her 'bedroom wandering eyes' thing and you have the 'leave them with a kiss' bit! I was thinking about using my tail as part of it, but I want a professional's opinion."

	I winced at that and looked around. Glimmer was luckily on the far side of the dark brown establishment, working her magic on one of her patrons, both literally and figuratively. The smile on his face was one of smug excitement as he stared up at her with half-lidded eyes. In return, she was in her tip mode, where she was whispering something to him while her horn glowed, a mischievous smile gracing her features.

	At the bar was Saffron, who Plush had mentioned. She was busy keeping the stock of liquor ready, batting her eyes to the only stallion who sat at the bar, grinning sheepishly over to her. Saffron was pretty for a mare, but in a less seductive and more forbidden way. She had a light purple mane that was braided and interlaced with yellow flowers and a light yellow coat. She was the kind of pony stallions wanted to touch, but knew she would never allow it, teasing them instead by getting very close to them.

	I sighed and turned back to Plush, who stood there with an almost pleading smile. I scrunched up my nose and sighed, wishing there was somepony else who would talk to her about this. It wasn't that I didn't like her, it was just that I was no professional. Glimmer had actually come up with the 'leave them with a kiss' idea when I was failing to get customers to return. I had just kept that idea with me after seeing that the stallions who saw me were enthralled with my fangs.

	Still, Plush's smile was infectious and I felt one tugging at my lips. She definitely had the cute angle down, but it was hard to imagine her as a sultry sex-fiend like me and Glimmer. Maybe I could help her, show her some tricks. It was just as I was about to say something when the door opened. Both me and Plush looked over to see, much to my surprise, one of my regulars walk in. He was a cyan earth pony with a white mane.

	After taking a deep breath, I gave him a seductive smile and a wink, causing him to crack a satisfied grin. He trotted over to me and I realized Plush was still there. I suddenly got nervous as he regarded her and smiled even wider. I knew what he was thinking and didn't like it, but he sat down at a booth not too far from us.

	"Do you know him?" Plush asked, giving him a small wink.

	My mouth was dry as I answered.

	"He's... one of my regulars," I mumbled.

	I had a sudden feeling right then I knew what Plush was about to say.

	"Wow, a regular, huh?" she began, turning her back to him and making sure to show off her rump, "Can I help you with this one?"

	I seriously wanted to say no. He was my regular, my customer. If I allowed her to step in, I might lose this one and be cursing myself for weeks, Still, I had a plan.

	"Sure," I whispered back to her, "Just make sure you do what I tell you, when I tell you. Got it?"

	"Okay," she responded, turning around and standing next to me.

	Without any hesitation, I began my practiced gait up to my patron, wiggling my hips. I could sense Plush following me, possibly trying to mimic my movements. I could only imagine what we looked like as I saw his smile get wider as we approached. I could also sense a couple other sets of eyes turn to us, other patrons who had taken notice of us. Those who knew us knew we were territorial, so it was something special to have two mares come by.

	I stopped just shy of his table and licked my lips, making sure I made my fangs visible. I saw him stare intently at me, almost panting like a dog. He loved my fangs and even went as far as to ask if I drank blood once. I asked him if he would like to find out and left a kiss with a dribble of wine on his receipt. I got nearly double the tip from him that time, so I was hoping to get the same results with Plush at my side.

	"You came back," I spoke to him in my best seductive voice.

	"I wouldn't miss this for all the tea in Neigh-jing," he replied, darting his eyes between us.

	Both me and Plush let out a small laugh at that, a small confidence booster for him. I saw his grin get bigger and turn a little more smug, indicating we were heading in the right direction.

	"He's quite funny, isn't he?" I asked Plush, casting a glance over to her.

	She stood near me, holding a hoof to her chin. A very sexy smile graced her face as she looked over to me, her eyes half-lidded like mine. She glanced over to me and nodded.

	"He's quite the charmer," she cooed as if he really was.

	"Aw, fillies," he said, leaning back a bit, "I ain't that good."

	This was part of the game, baiting us into giving him more flattery.

	"Of course you are," I cooed, leaning in closer to him.

	"I certainly was when you came in," Plush gently said, causing me to mentally roll my eyes.

	He grinned more as I leaned in, getting closer to his neck.

	"Well, maybe a little..." he started.

	I was only a few inches from his neck when I blew softly onto it. Sure, I was teasing him, but this was all part of the plan. After I ran out of breath, my tongue snaked out and flicked against his coat, just enough to move the hair. I felt and saw a shiver run up his spine and grinned as I leaned up to his ear.

	"What would you like today?" I whispered to him.

	"Are both of you available?" he asked dumbly.

	Plush answered for me this time.

	"Oh, you are cheeky," she cooed.

	I groaned slightly, now regretting I had brought her along. Her total mood-killing lines were obviously why she wasn't a waitress yet. Much to my surprise, though, I felt him turn to my ear.

	"You know what I normally get, sweetie," he mumbled into my ear, "One glass of bourbon on the rocks."

	I leaned back, smiling to him as I backed away, eventually standing next to Plush. I pretended to suddenly sniff the air, as if I smelled something intoxicating. A dreamy expression crossed my face as I turned and leaned into Plush's neck, I could sense how stiff she was, evidently not expecting this.

	"Mmm, did I mention this is my friend, Plush?" I moaned, pretending there was something intoxicating on her neck.

	"I, ah, noticed... her," he spoke in a stunned tone.

	I kept on sniffing Plush's neck, really building up the scene. When I could tell she was getting uncomfortable, I enacted part of my plan. My tongue slowly escaped my lips and licked Plush's neck, deliberately going against the direction her coat went. I felt her inhale sharply and shudder, but to my advantage, she kept her calm. I looked up to her face and was actually impressed with her face. Her eyes were closed and she was blushing, a look of forbidden enjoyment on her face. My tongue went back the other way, pressing down the hair I had disturbed and she gave a small whine.

	I pulled my head back and gave her my bedroom eyes, completely ignoring the stallion we were putting on a show for. Her eyes opened and looked into mine, the blush still on her cheeks. That's when I knew what her bit should be. She was terrible at the vocal game, but she gave off the 'untouched' aura. She was new to this, a virgin to the stallions, and many of them liked that.

	"Mmm, c'mon Plush," I cooed, "Our colt here needs his drink."

	"Y-Yeah," she responded, out of breath.

	We both trotted off to the bar, wiggling our rumps as we walked. I glanced behind us to see my regular sitting there, his mouth stuck open in a shocked expression. I knew then that my plan was going perfectly. At the bar, I placed his order and Saffron gave me a funny look. She had obviously seen what had transpired and, when I looked over to Plush, she was still blushing and staring down at the bar.

	"You okay?" I asked with a small smile.

	Plush looked up and smiled nervously to me.

	"Of c-course," she stuttered, "I-I just didn't know t-that you, uh, liked me."

	"Plush," I said in a serious tone, "I like stallions. This is how we get our tips, by being as suggestive as possible."

	"And stealing all the attention in the place," Saffron grunted, placing the glass of bourbon on the hard polished wood.

	I smiled to Saffron as she walked away and lifted the glass with my wing.

	"If it makes you feel any better," I whispered to Plush, "You are perfect for the 'untouched' bit."

	Plush's face lit up at that, the blush still on her cheeks. We both trotted over to the stallion and set his drink down in front of him, watching his eyes dart between us. I decided to play it up a little more and smirked to him.

	"Do you like my friend?" I asked, causing him to lock his eyes onto me.

	I leaned over and nuzzled against her neck, purring like a cat. Plush stayed resolutely still and I saw the blush intensifying on her face. I snaked my tongue out again and licked the same patch of hair before biting at it playfully, causing her to gasp. I heard the tinkling of glass and glanced over to see my patron slamming back his bourbon, eyes still locked onto us. I could only guess what was going on in his mind, but my guesses were pretty good. He nearly slammed the glass back down and I stopped, clearly amused by how fast he drank that.

	"Wow, you must've been thirsty," I cooed, licking my lips, "You want another?"

	"Um, ah," he spoke, gulping heavily and darting his eyes between us, "I want a, uh, something else."

	"Oh? What would that be?" I asked while moving closer to Plush's neck, flashing my fangs.

	"A shot of scotch," he replied, sounding a little nervous.

	I giggled and me and Plush headed back to the bar, retrieving his shot of scotch. While we were waiting on Saffron, Plush didn't even look at me when she spoke.

	"Hey, Viola," she started, her blush refusing to go away, "What was all of that about?"

	"Just playing him up," I answered in a simple tone, picking up the scotch Saffron had just brought over.

	"Yeah, but it was, uh," she stammered as her blush got darker.

	I didn't have time to hear the rest of what she said, mostly because of me delivering my patron his drink. He downed it just as fast as the last glass and shook his head.

	"Well, ah, that was nice," he said, clearly distracted, "Where's your friend?"

	"She's on her way over," I answered him, turning to see Plush walk right up next to me.

	"Oh great, uh, I mean, cool," he spoke in a descending tone, "Sorry, but I really need to go."

	Without another word, he dropped a large bag of bits onto the table and scampered off to the bathroom. I heard the door slam shut and I let out a giggle.

	"And that, Plush, is how you get the kind of tips we get," I stated as I lifted the bag.

	I went back and wrote a little note for him after taking the price of the drinks from the bag. I wasn't a thief, so I placed the bag back down on the table, along with his receipt bearing my signature kiss. I had set it up perfectly when Plush finally spoke up.

	"Viola?" she asked, "Can I leave something too?"

	I turned to her, confused, but smiled as I saw her standing next to me, still blushing and staring at the note.

	"Sure, you did help me," I said, backing away a bit.

	Plush slowly pulled out the receipt and stared at my kiss on it. She seemed to be enthralled by the red lipstick stain and did something I didn't expect. She placed it down on the table and pulled out her own lipstick from her sock. She applied, much to my surprise, a vibrant shade of blue to her lips and kissed the receipt like I did. However, instead of leaving it as I was known for, she took a bit of her mane and wiped it on the lipstick, leaving a small trail of blue swishing away from hers to mine.

	After putting the note back, she kept her head down as if embarrassed.

	"I'm sorry," she mumbled to me, "But I couldn't think of anything better to do."

	I leaned in, half expecting her to have covered my own lipstick, but saw what she had done. Instead of covering the whole thing, her stain went in the other direction, forming what looked like a heart out of our stains. The part she had swiped with her mane had mixed with mine, making a purplish color in the middle. I had to admit to myself that it looked pretty good, almost as good as my solitary stain.

	"That's... fine," I said, causing Plush to snap her head up. I smiled at her and continued, "It looks great. Thanks for your help."

	"Oh, it's no big deal," she mumbled, rubbing her foreleg and looking away, "Guess I better get back to the hostess counter..."

	That was when an idea struck me. The reaction from my regular was enough to convince me of something. Alone, I could make some pretty good tips, but with Plush, I could double them.

	"Wait," I said, grinning as she turned around, "Why don't you work with me today?"