So I’m 5’5, 20, C cup tits, lean figure and a great ass. I’m honestly proud of it, no really I do squats daily to make sure my ass is a fantastic as it is. Often distracting from my cute little face and dyed blond hair that I generally keep in a long thick braid down my back. But that’s enough about me, you don’t want to hear about my pretty green eyes or my dog Rex. Names Kayla by the way.
This happened a few years back. I applied for Hooters and knew I had the goods to rock that shit. The boss was kind of a fat slob of a dick named John. Oh yeah, where I live is really religious. Everyone goes to church on Sundays which is usually when we get plenty of men filling our seats as their wives are off doing whatever haha. There’s literally a strip club hidden a few buildings down the street that most people don’t know about ;).
This was my second waitress job, I loved walking up to a table and having all eyes on me and working at Outback, I would get worked up imagining the husband bending me over the table and shoving my face in a bad order while claiming my ass. Which, was my overactive imagination. People don’t actually want that right? Right. No one likes sluts and guys would never think about such things…
I wasn’t a virgin, but I didn’t really know what I was doing either. I had a few boyfriends and all of them were always timid and even though I had plenty of such dirty thoughts, as far as I knew. I grew up sheltered but I needed something to happen. I started masturbating when I was really young, sneaking around my parents and my brother trying to keep my privacy. So that’s me…
So when I started working as a waitress it was such a thrill to imagine things when I worked and I was far too shy to join the guys in the back with their lewd comments which always made me bashful. I didn’t know what to expect with Hooters, I heard plenty of rumors but the pay was better and a lot more men came around. Older men. I wanted that especially.
So John, the Boss. Big Jay. Chubby as I said, had a strange smell about him. Older for sure and overall gross. This is where I realized a few of my kinks. This, older, kind of gross man who was soon going to be my boss had a gold watch on, jeans and a shirt that tried it’s hardest to contain his beer belly. I don’t know how it held but it did.
I wanted to impress during the interview. I wore black tights that showed off my ass really well, thong, bra and a tight grey shirt to have that athletic look about me. I swear he did a double take that morning. The interview was off hours so he could run me through some tasks and see how I look in an outfit which was a requirement. So I came ready.
He was strict.
After looking me down and up he told me to follow him and sit on a stool, feet apart on the little ledge, back straight with my hands on my thighs. When I was too slow to try and figure it out, his hands were quick to move my body and position me. Feeling him spread my legs on the stool made me blush, it wasn’t much, just that he was doing it. He pulled my shoulders back and down, my tits pushed out, then grabbed my nose and pointed it down, saying to always make sure it’s like that.
I don’t even remember much of the questions, I just answered and described my work at Outback. Holding my pose. Eventually I started to relax but then it was time to change.
Following him to another room that was quite empty with just a small desk and 2 chairs and some binders, he told me to strip and hand him my cloths so he can go to the back and find an outfit that will fit because the sizes are different.
I hesitated with him watching me, which I guess signaled him to close the door. My heart was beating hard and I couldn’t quite think of what to do besides strip off my shirt and pants, hid behind the door and opened it up for him to grab.
But that wasn’t enough.
He said everything. I tried to object but he just had an empty hand held out, I had gotten this far so, I gave him my bra, panties, socks and shoes. That was it. Here I was. Naked. I had my phone and purse, but yep. Naked.
What was about to happen? Was this actually happening? Was this normal? Where should I stand? I stood behind the door, covering myself looking around at the room waiting. I could hear him move up and down the hall outside the thin door and walls. Everything sounded loud. I could even hear loud trucks drive by if I listened.
The door opened suddenly, tossing a shirt and shorts on the desk with my shoes and closed the door. “Here, try this on.”
I put them on as fast as I could. They were very small. I thought the shirt was going to rip with how much it stretched and hardly went low enough to cover my tits. The shorts, oh god the shorts. I had just gotten them up to my hips when he barged in. I don’t know how I was able to pull them over my ass but I managed, giving him a great view before the shorts left nothing to the imagination.
He told me to stand, hands behind my back and spin around. It was a little humiliating. My nipples were barely covered and when he got low to look at how my shorts fit, I could feel myself getting wet. His fingers pushed between the fabric and my skin, I wanted to object, he pulled and invaded.
When he stood up he grabbed my chin and lifted, keeping me looking at the ceiling, fixed my shoulders, I could feel my shirt shift in a way I didn’t want it to. Told me to raise my hands up and down making it worse. Then squat down and up a few times. When I was done he said it was too small. Obviously. Told me to stand hands behind my back.
It was hard to tell what he could see or even where my shirt was. Feeling him move it around I’m pretty sure he had a good view of my tits before pulling my shirt down, the gentleman. Then moved to my shorts, feeling him tug and pull, talking to himself about what size I might be. He pulled the front really far for a moment then stopped. Telling me to strip again.
I asked if I could at least have my underwear but he said it was his policy that none was to be worn to look good. When he returned with another set, he didn’t close the door all the way. I had to reach past the door for them and try to put them on, getting dressed with him holding the door open and talking about the tasks I’ll be doing to see if I’m qualified or not. He also mentioned that I’m to be clean shaven at all times. Leaving me to wonder how much he saw when he moved my shorts.
This was a good fit. Tight and form fitting. When I was ready I told him and he had me spin around then do a hand stand against the wall. Easy. Next was the simple task of handling mock orders from him sitting at a booth and me fetching him a beer and food he had ready. Spending an hour taking orders, singing happy birthday, running around multiple times was absolutely exhausting.
By the end of it he said I got the job.
He gave me the office again to strip so he can get more of the size cloths for me and give back my cloths. Again, standing at the door not bothering to close it. He even opened it up further when he took my uniform and left. Should I close it? Leave it open? I closed it just enough to hide behind when I felt how wet my pussy was. I couldn’t help but give it some attention, I was so wet I couldn’t believe it. This was all humiliating and I didn’t realize how much I would love being given orders.
I’m sure you can guess it, he simply put my cloths on the desk, I had to reach for them and dress with him standing now further in the door talking to me about hours, shifts, this and that. When I finally got everything on I thanked him, he slapped me on the ass and said he was looking forward to me working here.
I was too.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qiqooa/bored_waitress_older_kinks_pt_1
I like the voice and perspective of this narrator and the details u include. Good job keep it up. Also we need pt 2