As much as I enjoyed being slutty Santa’s helper one Christmas, I decided the next year I should get a different sort of job during the holidays. Although I wasn’t quite old enough to drink, they could still hire girls to work as hostesses and waitresses at one of the hottest clubs uptown. Their New Year’s Eve party rocked all through the night to the next day. I couldn’t miss out on that kind of party. That afternoon, I signed on to be a whore waitress!
Working as a server for other jobs meant I knew the basics. First, you approach and offer your most wholesome smile. Next, you compliment someone’s outfit or ask what they’re celebrating tonight. Finally, you take all of the orders and do your very best not to fuck up everybody’s special requests. Some of the “special requests” blew me away at this new club. And it absolutely turned me into the sluttiest whore waitress.
I wasn’t too terribly nervous approaching the first group of guys. They looked like your run of the mill Chads in tight suits and perfect hair. After getting their drink orders, the one I stood closest to leaned in, grabbed my ass right between the cheeks, and whispered something I’ll never forget:
“There’s another $100 tip waiting for your perfect, whore waitress ass if you come back without panties and grind on my dick in front of my friends.”
Sir, This Isn’t That Kind of Club
And I wasn’t that kind of a whore waitress. He had that “your daughter calls me ‘daddy’, too” vibe, so I decided to make a move on it. Plus the tip was quite alluring. I quietly slipped my panties down my thighs like the sluttiest whore waitress ever and returned to their table. I put Panties Chad’s drink down last, followed by my underwear.
It took him .02 seconds to get his hands around my waist. He pulled me down onto his already half-hard dick and I wiggled, squirmed, and rode his lap while his friends observed.
A Whore Waitress Works the Club
He came pretty quickly, but it was in his pants. His friends laughed at him as he finished too quickly, but I still got my tip. The next standing table over must have seen because those men called me over as well. One wanted to get off before the NYE Ball dropped. I pressed my ass back against his rigid dick through his suit pants while I took orders.
When it came to his order, I said, “$100 for fun and $200 for cum-ming in me.” Sauntering away, I knew I had him. Upon returning, he stroked his cock under the table and pulled me in front of him, right over the table in front of us. He shoved himself so fast into my ass, I screamed. Fortunately, the throbbing music was so loud, no one heard it. He kissed my neck and grunted when he finished, “You’re the best whore waitress this place has ever hired.”
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