“Straight with 1 member — 50
Straight with 2 members — 120
Mouth, full – 30
Mouth then straight -70
Lap dances with penetration — 50
Stand up quickies – 50
No more than 2 members at a time. ”
“And remember girls: The members are paying for the players on a per use basis including the room fee, so make them sign your book. And what services they want.”
We continued table service until 8 and then worked at clearing all the dishes and such away. Then the DJ started up and the dancers came on. I looked around as I changed into my club outfit. I’d worn bikini panties because I knew I wouldn’t be wearing much more, but they still showed under my miniskirt. My nipples tented my tube top. I looked around the changing room. There were only 4 dancers and eight waitresses to service 70 plus men, or about 6 men a piece.
I sighed. I could do that. Dave and I had that much sex on the weekend. It would be just like serving meals. I thought about my husband. Is this what I wanted for our marriage? I pulled at the tube top. My boobs weren’t big, but my nipples were like pencil erasers when I was aroused. They were hard and sensitive as the material shifted over them. The idea of being a prostitute, and I had to be honest with myself that was what we were, made me hot. My first time with Rob had been about the money, but also about the sex. Dave had shown me how good sex could be, and then Rob had confirmed it.
I couldn’t expect all the men I had to serve tonight to be like Rob, could I? Maybe this was a mistake. After all, as a waitress I’d had to deal with all sorts of propositions and harassment from customers and managers and any male I came around who thought I ought to let him stick his cock in my pussy just because he wanted to.
But tonight, they had to pay for the privilege.
I smiled. How many men would have stopped if I’d just told them a price? If I’d let them know the only thing I found attractive about them was their cash? I giggled. There was a cook at my old diner who was convinced he was God’s temptation for all women. Would he have backed down if I’d told him fifty bucks? I bet he would have.
I had butterflies in my stomach as I zipped up my miniskirt and checked my order book. I looked at the woman in the mirror and wondered why men wanted to fuck her so bad? And whether or not there would be any takers tonight. My nipples were still rock hard and my pussy was hot and wet.
I went out to serve ass and drinks.
***
Each waitress was assigned two tables by Margie. It was our job to keep the customers in beer and provide any other service on our menu. Rob and six of his buddies were at one of my tables. And four older gentlemen were at the other. The first dancer had just taken the stage.
“Can I get you guys anything?” I asked with a smile. “Hi, Rob.”
Rob smiled back. “Can we get a couple of pitchers?”
“Sure.” I stopped at my second table and collected an order for another pitcher and four shots.
I served Rob’s table first. Rob paid my till.
“So, you’re working club shift?” he said.
“Yeah. You kinda talked me into it.” I blushed.
“Great, can I be your first official customer?”
My heart fluttered. Jumping right in. “Sure. Sign my book. I’ll be back in a second and we can work out terms.”
“No problem,” Rob signed my order book.
I jogged back to the bar to get the beer and shots for the old guys. I served them quickly and careful not to spill a drop of the expensive whiskey. The leader of the table was a squat looking man about fifty with short gray hair and a dark five-o’clock-shadow. He smiled at me and winked as he paid his bar bill and tipped me five dollars.
“Thanks,” I smiled at him.
“Stop back and see me later, honey.”
“Sure.” I returned to Rob’s table. He would be my first official trick.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me in close. “Guys. This is Sally. It’s her first night working party shift. Be nice to her.”
Most of the guys were staring at the girl on stage who was sliding up the stripper pole with nothing on but a smile. A couple of the guys smiled and nodded my way. Maybe they were going to be a hard sell after all. Oh well. I led Rob to the back where Margie directed us to room 6. The rooms were little cells with a bed, a chair, a small chest of drawers with fresh sheets and a sink. Not very romantic, but enough to get the job done.
“Do you want mouth and straight sex or just straight sex?” I tried to be businesslike. But I was quivering inside. I was glad Rob had picked me first because at least we’d had a good time last time.
He smiled. “I think I’d like to try your mouth first.”
“OK, but make sure you warn me if you aren’t going to last.” Blow jobs had never been my thing. Most of the men I’d known were ‘one and done’ and I didn’t want to waste it and not get anything out of the event myself.
I pulled down his pants without any hesitation and pulled his cock out. He was already firm when I slipped the head in my mouth. I let my tongue caress his length. He tasted of sweat and sex. He tensed and rocked while licked him. He trembled when I sucked his cock in as far as I could make it go. I gagged and spit on his cock before I sucked it back in.
After a few minutes of effort on my part he tapped me on the head. “Stop… I want to fuck you again.”
I sat back and stood up, drool dripping onto my tube top. I pulled it off over my head. Rob stripped off his clothes as I dropped my mini-skirt and panties.
I remembered the condom and pulled one out of my apron. I handed it to him. He ripped it open and pulled it over his red, quivering cock.
“Get on your knees. I want to do it doggy style,” he said as he turned me around.
I flushed. I’d never done ‘doggy style’ with either of my husbands. I tried to look over my shoulder as Rob positioned himself between my legs. Suddenly his hot, rigid cock pressed at my wet pussy. I rocked back to get him inside me. He held me by my hips and thrust as he pulled me into his tool.
“oh.,.. oh… oh….” I moaned on the first stroke. I was officially a whore as my customer pounded me from behind.
Rob had full control. I tore at the bed sheets while my pussy clenched his cock. My orgasm started quick and didn’t slow down. The condom helped Rob’s control. He lasted long enough for me to reach a tall peak before he came. When I felt his cock pulsing in my pussy my own orgasm released. “Oh gawd……. Uh. Hah. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh.”
We had just collapsed when someone banged on the door. “Are you all right in there?”
It was Margie. “Yeah…. I’m fine….” I moaned.
Rob groaned and rolled off of me. “We might have to do that again tonight.”
He fished some bills out of his jeans. “Make sure there’s still some left before the night’s over.”
I blushed as I put my panties on. “I don’t think I’ll be that busy. The other girls are prettier.”
“Yeah, but they don’t scream like you do.” Rob opened the door while I stood there with my tube top in my hands. “I’m sure more than Margie heard you.”
I froze there, blushing like a fool. Margie poked her head around the corner. “Get dressed. Let’s get going. I need the room. And change the sheets. This room smells like a gangbang all ready.”
She energized me. I pulled the tube top over my tits and ripped the sheet from the bed. I threw new sheets on and went back into the dining room, my pussy tingling.
The stage show had the attention of most of the crowd. My table with the middle aged gentlemen called for another round of shots and beer.
“Hey thanks,” said the old man who paid for the drinks again. “Do you do table dances? The other girls seem more interested in the boys than dirty old men.”
I looked at him and bit my lip. “I need to check my other table, but I’ll be back for you.”
He grinned and tipped me five dollars. “Just so you don’t forget.”
“I won’t,” I blushed. “Sign my book?”
I did a quick service of Rob’s table. One of the dancers was entertaining the boys. Two more tables, whose waitress was MIA wanted pitchers.
A tall red headed kid touched my arm. “Was that you I heard a few minutes ago?”
I blushed. “Possibly…”
“Damn. I want some, too. Can we get a private room?”
I bit my lip. I was starting to fill up my appointment book. Three guys in the first half hour? Damn. “I’ve got a lap dance to do first but I’ll be back for you.”
He tweaked my tit and smiled sheepishly. “Is that all right?”
“You pay to play. That doesn’t mean you just grab and twist, ok?”
He looked flustered. Rob tapped him on the shoulder and whispered in his ear. The boy pulled money out of his pocket and gave me a five. Rob slapped him in the head and the kid gave me another five.
“Thank you. I’ll be back for you. Sign my book?” I showed him the space under the old man’s name.
I didn’t want to keep the old man waiting much longer. He might tip very well. I dipped into the locker room and pulled off my panties. If I was going to screw this guy at his table in public I didn’t want to get my pussy pinched by my panties.
I felt a distinct draft as I strutted out into the club room. My older gentleman was watching for me. I smiled at him as I straddled his legs.
“Hi, I’m Sally. I’ll be you server this evening.”
The old man snorted. “I’m Ted. What’s on the menu?”
“Here’s a taste,” I bent down and kissed him. I hadn’t thought about kissing, and it was strange to kiss someone who wasn’t my husband. It was also strange to have their cock in me. I supposed damned once is damned for all.
Ted’s hands moved up my body and under my tube top until he had both nipples pinched in his fingers and I was grinding on his rigid cock. It was clear to anyone who chose to watch that I had no underwear on. I kept that up until I started to shiver with my orgasm. I wanted a cock in my pussy to cum on. I slipped my hands between us and unzipped him. His cock came out eagerly.
I pulled a condom out of my apron and handed it to him. He handed it back to me. “You do it.”
I tore open the package and fit the sheath by feel. And his cock felt good. Big around and long enough to reach even with his pants still on. While I had a hold of the rigid tool I fit the head into my pussy and pushed.