“You wanted this” I reminded myself. My life had changed so much in the past year that going to my waitressing job at the Halfway Home Pub made me feel grounded. I also enjoyed the opportunity to go out looking sexy and do some flirting. It had led to some pretty wild nights in the past, and wild nights are something I definitely still wanted in my life.
Things were uneventful until around 11:00 pm. With closing time less than two hours away, my mind was already tracking my upcoming tasks to complete. However, when a group of four men came in and took a table in my section, the throbbing in my pussy suggested the night may have some surprises in store. The first thing I noticed about them was the powerful ease with which they moved their bodies. They were dressed casually but were still polished in an effortlessly sexy way. I took them in one by one as I approached the table.
First – a Thor type with long hair wrapped into a lazy man bun at the nape of his neck. Rather forgettable facial features, but the sort of demeanor that made me look twice because experience had taught me that he would be more than I bargained for – a massive cock, razor-sharp wit, or incognito alpha status. I like surprises, so Thor gets a star.
Lumberjack type – Jack – with barrel chest, thick fingers, and meaty, square palms. Deep voice and piercing eyes. He sat on the outside and I guessed him to be the group spokesman.
Stan, a svelte type and the most well-dressed of the group. He left me tingling with his sexy half-smile and innuendo eyes. This guy likes to fuck.
Chubby guy – Dan – has the table in stitches as I approach. The type to brazenly break the ice but sticks around to pick up the pieces. Everyone’s confidante, no one’s best friend.
“Good evening, gentlemen. My name is Sadie and I will be your server tonight. Can I offer you some drinks to get you started?”. I give them my most charming smile and allow a little bit of fire to flash through my eyes as I look at each of them, one by one. Despite half expecting it, I am taken aback by the jolt of sexual charge that Thor sends my way as soon as our eyes meet. Not one to lose my composure, I give him the most faint of mischievous grins and allow my eyes to graze down his body before moving on. He will know exactly what that means, and to be sure, I can feel his eyes devouring my curves as I begin taking drink orders. Tonight I had chosen to showcase my 36H breasts and prominent collarbones in a dress with a scooped neckline. It offered a sleek emphasis of my curves on the way down and hugged my ass in all the right places. The fabric was structured, lending an air of sophistication, while the floral pattern worked to emphasize my feminine charms. I prolong an inhale as I turn to Stan so that my cleavage straining in my dress becomes more prominent. Stan returns the favour by shifting in his seat and leaning toward me as I take his order. *Got him*, I think to myself.
I make sure to add extra movement to my hips as a I walk away, knowing that their view of my ass will be irresistible. My mind is racing with plots and strategy. I want to fuck all of them at once.
I enter their drinks and quickly return to their table with a plan in mind. I slowly set down coasters in front of each of them, giving them a view of my body as I lean across the table. *Two down, two to go*. I can now feel Jack shift slightly as I lean across his space and give him a peek down the front my dress while offering my big, round ass within reaching distance. *All you have to do is keep wearing down their self-control and eventually they break.*
“So, gentlemen, what brings you in tonight? Business or pleasure?”
“Some pleasure after business” remarks Jack, lifting his glass to his lips without breaking eye contact.
“Oh that’s great to hear. I just love helping gentlemen such as yourself unwind after a hard day’s work.”
They all are visibly affected by what I just said. Their eyes dart from each other to me and back again, their bodies rustling with anticipation and need.
‘Is that so?” asks Stan suggestively.
“Why, yes.” I state matter-of-factly. “I was going to suggest that you move to this table nearer the bar” I offer, gesturing to a free-standing table behind me. “That way I can take better care of you.” I place one hand on my hip and shift my weight to imply impatience while also emphasizing my curves. I make eye contact with Jack and see that it is done.
“Well, come on then” I say, rounding up their drinks and coasters. Jack moves toward me as the others slide from the booth and make their way to the new table. He pauses, taking in the full view of my body with no obstacles between us.
I lean in toward him and whisper “I know … that you know … that I know how to take care of a man”.
“You bet your sweet ass I do” he says gruffly I walk away. I hear murmurs behind me as he and Thor discuss what just happened.
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