The guy stares me down lewdly and says “we’ll take an order served up next to your hot cunny. Go get us a lucky number!”
I take their order the old way and take it up to the bar, keeping an eye out for new customers coming into the club. When the door opens, I am surprised to see a man and woman walk in together. We get ladies in the club occasionally but they are definitely the minority.
I hobble up to the greeting station and say “Welcome to the stuffed pussy. Can I show you guys to a table for 2 tonight?”
The girl is looking at me in confusion. “What in the world kind of lingerie are you wearing?” She asks.
I blush and say “I am promoting breadsticks “Stuffed Pussy” style tonight. Our lucky winner is going to get to enjoy tasty breadsticks served next to me at their table. Our special is cheese stuffed breadsticks or hot buttery Italian garlic breadsticks like they stuffed in my pussy tonight. You can place your order at the touchscreen at your table.”
The girl is blushing now… apparently embarrassed on my behalf. “What does it feel like in your pussy? Does it make you horny?”
“Uhm… I…” I am taken aback by the blunt question and I have to start over to stop my stuttering. “it’s kind of weird… it’s not like a dildo since its soft and squishy… I don’t think I like it inside me but I just got done masturbating on stage so I am a little turned on yet.”
The girl turns to her boy and says “So honey, what do you think, does it turn you on when I talk to pretty girls about pussies and masturbating?”
He looks down at her and gives her a squeeze. “Sure does babe. Maybe if we get lucky I can help you play with her pussy later.”
I’m not a lesbian but for some reason this statement awakens the tingles deep in my tummy and I feel myself reflexively squeeze my vagina against the breadstick. I try to come to terms with how I feel about a cute girl fingering me as I lead the couple to a tall top near the bar.
20 minutes later I have led a dozen parties to tables, explaining to each of them about why I have a breadstick sticking out of my panties. I am just making my way back to the door when all of the tabletops light up with a jackpot sound. I assume we must have hit Eddie’s lucky number.
I look around for Silv or Eddie thinking one of them will be somewhere giving me direction. I see Eddie making his way up to the microphone on the stage. “Congratulations! Table 30 just placed the 143rd order of bread and for being the lucky winner they get a bonus order of prime young pussy! Tina, make your way over to table 30… Table 30, make some noise so our hot young slut can find you”
I look around, trying to remember where table 30 is and groan when I see 6 middle aged, over weight guys stand up and roar. I can tell by the way they stand up and hoot and holler that they are all well into their beers. I find myself wishing the girl and her boyfriend would have won. Somehow it seems more pleasant to have their hand on me rather than getting groped by a bunch of drunk old perverts.
Never-the-less I make my way over to table 30. My hobble has almost turned into a walk. I’ve discovered the only way to keep one’s balance on heels is to adopt a sexy “look at my ass” style of walking but I suppose that is the entire point.
“High boys! I strive to put cheer in my voice as I greet table 30. “Enjoying our tasty breadsticks tonight?” I try to make flirty small talk as I wait for someone to explain to me, exactly how I am suppose to “serve myself up” alongside their next order. Luckily I see Phil and Silv coming over with an order of breadsticks.
I am embarrassed to see that Toby has followed them out to the table. He seems to know the plan as he quickly clears away all the unneeded items on the large tall top table before heading back to the kitchen.
“Ok hon, climb onto the table and then you show these boys a good time. Just flirt, play with yourself, and help these boys enjoy your hot little body.” Silv says in her soft voice as if she is explaining to me how to use the cash register or take an order.
Awkwardly I use an empty chair to climb up and scramble onto the table. I self-consciously turn around so I am sitting in the middle of the tall top leaning back on my hands. I am still trying to figure out how I am suppose to do this while trying not to hyperventilate as the crowded bar presses closer to the table, getting ready for whatever show I am about to put on.
“Ok boys, here are the rules.” Eddie’s voice booms over the club and I let out a deep breath, anxious, but relieved that I am going to get some direction. “She’s all yours BUT…. Your fingers and mouths ONLY. Her pussy, mouth, and tits ONLY. Are we clear?”
The table lets out a decidedly unclear affirmation and the next thing I know there are hands on each of my legs pull them apart and sliding my butt to the edge of the table.
“AIEEE” I squeal in surprise as hands reach in from all sides pawing at my boobs. I look between my legs in time to see one of the fat slobs lower his head between my legs and grab the breadstick with his teeth. I see him start to jerk his head back and forth trying to fuck me with the breadstick in his mouth. When that doesn’t work he grabs ahold of the stick and slides it out of my puss and then attempts to slide it back inside me. It doesn’t want to go probably no thanks to my lack of arousal.
“Unf!” I grunt in surprise as that man between my legs jabs his finger into my vagina.
“Come on slut! Give daddy some sauce!”
I gasp uncomfortably as the man starts frigging my dry puss and lowers his mouth to lick my clit. Meanwhile two of the other guys at the table have pulled my bra down and are squeezing my exposed boobs alternating between pinching my nipples and grabbing a hand full of my breasts.
The hands holding my right leg starts pulling it apart putting me in a modified splits on the table. I start to panic again with so many hands holding and moving me that I am not in control of my body.
“Boys, boys!” I hear Silvia somewhere off to my left and I try to twist to look at her. “Is that anyway to treat a gurl? You boys heard of foreplay…. this young mare’s inexperienced and needs a little attention before she’s ready to ride.”
I don’t understand what Silv is saying but I am glad the men have backed off to listen and I shift my butt and legs to a more comfortable (but still obscenely spread and exposed) position and work on slowing down my breathing.
I hear a low buzzing and then Silvia’s hand slides over my tummy holding a small buzzing vibrator. She rubs it up and down my labia before settling it in place at the base of my clit causing me to gasp and let out a small moan.
“Ok, big daddy, I think she’s warming up to your attentions. Why don’t you keep Tina’s little toy snug in her slit while you take turns snacking on her hot snatch.” I see Silvia back away and mouth a thank you at her before I close my eyes and try to focus on getting excited so I can finish and get away from this table.
Hands continue to grope and massage my breasts and different mouths, tongues, and fingers slide into my pussy which is now well lubricated thanks to the buzzing toy held firmly on my clit. I gasp and moan until I am thrusting my pelvis onto whichever mouth or finger is pressed against my puss. In the background I can hear the bar cheering which sounds like a muted roar to my overheated brain. I look down between my legs as a different man starts to rapidly fingering me while a different man holds the vibrator on my slit.