[FF]The Hooters Happy Birthday Wish(es)…I fucked my fellow Hooters girl on the bar in front of our co-workers!

If you’ve read some of my other stories, you know that I have no shame in sexual antics in front of others. I have, on multiple occasions with different people, played with spectators and sometimes in public places. The story you are about to read occurred during my time as a Hooters waitress and is one of two times that I played on the premises.

Chelsea and I had been fucking off and on for several months. It was not a consistent thing like I had with my former girlfriends LeeAnne and Jill. Chelsea was bi, like myself, but she actively fucked men on a regular basis. When we did spend sexual time together though, it was incredibly charged. She enjoyed the flirting and foreplay as much as I did so our encounters were often long and sensual. We had, on several occasions, fooled around in public places though we never went all the way so to speak.

It was a Thursday night and Hooters was fairly slow. No major sports were on and it was the middle of winter. Our manager had been sending girls home early due to the lack of customers. It was a slower week for me school wise so I was happy to stay and keep my hours up. Chelsea was working with me and we always kept each other laughing throughout our shifts. It just so happened this night that two of our favorite co-workers happened to be working as well. Kathleen, our shift manager, and Mark, our favorite bartender.

Kathleen was about 10 years older than us. A former Hooters waitress, she knew the business and how to help the girls be successful. She was also married and had a young kid. Even with being older, she still had a lot of fun with us at work and made it a great shift when she was on.

Mark was a middle aged guy, who was recently divorced. He had a “real-job” as well but I cannot remember what it was. He tended bar at Hooters because he wanted to keep busy and openly stated he enjoyed the eye-candy. Yeah, maybe it was a bit creeperish, but Mark was nice. He always walked girls to their cars to make sure we were safe and was very attentive to what was going on in our lives outside of work.

Towards the end of the night, Chelsea and I were the last two girls on with a few kitchen staff, Mark and Kathleen. We were wiping the tables and cleaning for opening the next day. Kathleen had left the music going so we were all dancing while working. Once the last party had left the restaurant, Kathleen locked the doors. It was then that Mark asked everyone to come to the bar.

As it turns out, it was his 40th birthday and he had no one to celebrate with. So what were good co-workers to do but help him properly celebrate?

“What do you mean it’s your 40th birthday?” Kathleen questioned Mark in utter shock. “Why aren’t you celebrating with your kids?”

“Jen has them this week,” Mark replied sadly.

God this is sad was all I could think. His ex-wife has his kids and won’t even let them celebrate his 40th? Awful.

“Alright, Mark, what do you want to do? We aren’t going to let you celebrate alone!” I asked him.

“Honestly, Layla, I just want to have a drink with friends and have hope that this year is going to be better than the last few,” he replied.

Kathleen walked around the bar, grabbed a bottle of tequila, limes and salt and then poured out 7 shots.

“To Mark! Happy fucking 40th!” Chelsea yelled with everyone cheering!

We all took our shots and Kathleen poured another round. Mike, one of the kitchen guys, made a toast and another shot was downed. One. Two. Three. Four more shots with toasts after Kathleen’s until it was my turn.

“Mark, I know your 40th year will be everything you want it to be and all your birthday wishes will come true!” I toasted him.

Then one of the kitchen staff brought out a piece of cake with a candle. We all sang and Mark made his wish. I was more than feeling the effects of the multiple shots at that point and was definitely in full on flirt mode. I was standing next to Mark’s chair and wrapped my arm around his shoulder; my tits were right at his eye level.

I leaned down and flirtatiously asked him, “Soooo, what did you wish for?”

Chelsea was leaning across the table from Mark; her boobs resting on the table top and very on display.

“Yeah, Mark, what’s your wish?”

Mark sat there a moment quietly mulling over our questions. (In hindsight, I’m sure he knew we were quite tipsy and damn near drunk and was wondering what he could get us to do.)

Finally, he replied, “Well, I made two wishes actually.”

“Alright….so are you going to tell us?” asked Ben, another kitchen guy.

“The first is I wished for a kiss,” Mark grinned.

Oh fuck it lol. I can manage that I thought. So I spun around the chair and straddled Mark’s lap. His hands immediately found my barely covered ass and I kissed him. It wasn’t a super deep kiss or particularly long, but I held his stubbled cheeks in my hands, ran my tongue along his lips before he finally opened his mouth to me. My tongue found his and swirled around it a few times before I gently pulled away, kissing his cheek sweetly before I climbed off his lap.

“Fucking hell, Layla!” Brian whooped from the side of me.

Mark’s smile was huge and I knew then that I had made his day. Week. Month. Year. Poor guy, he really was sweet.

“Alright, birthday boy, what’s the second one?” Kathleen asked from her perch by the bar as she poured another round.

Jesus this is getting dangerous, I thought to myself. I had lost track of the shots but I knew it was at least 7 but probably more. I was definitely on the drunk level now and my inner slut was rearing her naughty head.

“Well,” Mark mumbled sheepishly, “I’ve never done a body shot off any one before.”

Seriously? How can a 40 year old man not have done a body shot off someone? And was that really all he wished for?

“Alright, come on then,” I bubbled, “Get up here!” as I climbed up the barstool and laid down on the bar.

Chelsea walked over and lifted my tiny Hooters shirt over my tits and poured a small pile of salt right between them. (Thankfully, I was wearing a bra that had very low cut cups!) Then she put the lime in my lips while Kathleen tugged Mark to the bar.

“Lick the salt, take your shot and then suck the lime out of Layla’s mouth,” Chelsea instructed him as the kitchen crew shifted to get a better look.

Mark looked at me as if unsure so I egged him on with “Better do a good job, birthday boy. Don’t leave me with salty titties!” before putting the lime back in my mouth.

So Mark knelt his head to my breasts, licked the salt clean, downed his shot and then kissed me for his lime!

Everyone cheered loudly as he sucked the lime clean before tossing it to the trash can.

“I wanna do one, Layla!” Mike yelled.

“Me, too!” came the immediate pleas from Ben and Brian.

I began to giggle in my intoxicated state and finally managed to agree to their requests. So Kathleen set up Ben’s first, just as she had Mark’s.

Ben, however, made a show of it and started his lick at my belly button. He pulled my piercing into his mouth, flicking the hoop back and forth with his tongue. Then he slowly licked his was up my flat stomach until he reached his salt. Ben took his time getting that salt cleaned up before finally taking his shot. When he went for his lime though, he leaned in, grabbed the lime with his teeth then quickly spit it to the side and kissed me instead! It wasn’t a full on sexy kiss but definitely more than the lime taking! I didn’t mind though, Ben was pretty cute, honestly.

When it was Brian’s turn, he whispered something to Kathleen, who then poured the salt higher on my chest, right by my neck in fact. Oh fuck, I thought. My neck is the direct route to pussytown for me. Kiss it and I’m yours. Much like Ben, Brian took his time teasing me with his tongue, working his way slowly up my body. He licked the tops of both breasts before finally reaching his salt. He sucked and licked my neck until my head lolled to the side. I was in total ecstasy. When he finally did his shot and took his lime gently with just a soft kiss, my head was full on spinning.

Mike came up to the bar, as Kathleen set up again. “How drunk are you?” he whispered.

“I’m ok,” I replied giggling. “I’m going to need a ride home though.”

“No worries, I’ll get you home,” he replied before kissing my belly button and taking his shot.

“So, Kathleen and Chelsea, you girls gonna do a body shot off Layla to celebrate my birthday? I’d fucking love to see that!” Mark pleaded.

I knew Chelsea would in a heartbeat but I wasn’t sure about Kathleen. So needless to say, I was a bit surprised when she shrugged and said, “Sure, what the hell!”

Chelsea set up the shot for Kathleen this time and Kathleen came up to the bar.

She winked at me before whispering, “I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time, you know?”

Nope. Nope I did not know that, my drunken self thought.

“Well, bring it on then!” I replied with a big smile. God, I love kissing women. And Kathleen was really sexy. She was about my height and beautiful mom curves. She kept her hair in a short blonde bob.

Kathleen sucked her salt off my right tit before taking her shot and then pulling her lime. I was disappointed when she didn’t kiss me immediately, as she sucked the lime clean. But then she bent back down and kissed me in earnest. Her tongue slipping deep into my mouth, as her hand rested on my stomach. She finally pulled away when the kitchen boys and Mark started to hoot loudly! Damn men ruining my fun!

“Alright, Chelsea, you’re last up beautiful,” Mark teased her. “You’ve got big shoes to fill after that one so better make it a good one!”

I caught Chelsea’s eye briefly before she responded. In that glance, we both knew that we were drunk, horny, super slutty and these guys didn’t know what a show they were about to get.

“Oh, Mark honey, you better take a seat for this,” Chelsea taunted him.

Oh fuck, I thought. I knew that look in her eye. The one Chelsea gets right before she gets really naughty is super easy to read. And she was about to get super naughty with me in front of four co-workers and our boss.

I wish I could tell you I hesitated or showed some restraint. I wish I could tell you that I was embarrassed by what we did. But in truth, I can’t. I loved every fucking minute of it.

Kathleen had set up the shot on the top of my left breast. Chelsea immediately went for it, sucking me clean and then taking her shot. She took the lime from my lips with hers, took a suck before tossing it aside. When she turned back to me, that naughty look was full force.

Chelsea leaned down and kissed me deeply. Her hand found my breast and she began to caress it through my bra. Her tongue met mine and began to touch and lick each other over and over, pulling on each other’s lips. She was an exquisite kisser. Slow and tantalizing.

When she finally pulled away, she kissed down my cheek to my neck and ear, finding that spot in between that makes my toes curl in pleasure. Her tongue traced the length of my ear and down my neck to my collarbone causing me to shiver.

Chelsea glanced up at me and whispered, “Do you want me to stop?”

I shook my head no fervently. I most definitely did not want her to stop.

She continued to kiss down my chest to the tops of my breasts. Using her fingers, she peeled back my bra cup to reveal my full breast and taut pink nipple that was begging to be sucked. She sucked it into her mouth causing me to sigh loudly in satisfaction. Her tongue swirled all around my areola, she sucked my nipple into a firm point.

Chelsea’s hand traveled down my body to the point between my thighs. She pushed down with her palm as my pussy rose up to rub against her hand.

“Dear god, this is the best birthday you could ever ask for, Mark!” breathed Ben.

“No shit, man,” he replied.

“How far do you think this is going to go?” asked Brian.

At that point, Chelsea stopped her nipple sucking, turned to Brian and winked cheekily before starting to kiss her way down my stomach to the top of my shorts. I felt hands on my ankles and looked down to see Kathleen removing my sneakers. Oh shit, this is getting real, I thought in my drunken state.

Chelsea came back to my head and whispered, “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. It’s entirely your call.”

“Do it,” I urged her, “But you’re next.”

She kissed me again with lots of tongue and pulled out my other still covered breast so she could tease it as well.

“Sit up and take off your shorts and tights,” Chelsea instructed me.

I did as she asked and slid my shorts and tights off my ample ass and thighs. So there I sat on the Hooters bar, bottomless aside from my black G-string. My tits were fully hanging out under my raised T-shirt for my co-workers to see.

Chelsea grabbed my hips and spun me around so my legs dangled off the side of the bar. She came in between them and kissed me while fondling my breasts, tweaking my nipples with her thumbs and fingers. She started to pinch and pull on them causing me to moan into her kisses.

“Oh, you want me to be rough with you tonight?” she asked me softly in my ear as she kissed me neck. “I think we should give Mark a birthday show he won’t soon forget.” I nodded my head ever slow slightly as she kissed my neck and ear.

“Put your feet on the edge of the bar.”

When I did, Chelsea was able to easily lean over while bracing her hands on the outside of my thighs. I leaned back on my elbows on the back side of the bar, stretching my body out allowing everyone to fully see my exposed body. It must have been a hell of a sight, one Hooters girl bent over ready eat the pussy of another Hooters girl who was essentially naked.

Chelsea kissed my knee and started to kiss up the inside of my thigh. When she reached the top, she started over on the other leg, continuing to kiss her way north to my pussy. She fitted her mouth over my wet panties and moaned into me causing slight vibrations against my swollen lips. I could feel how wet I was already and the vibrations just caused my body to move against her in need. I needed her tongue on me.

Gently, she moved my thong to the side and slid her index finger all the way into me hot cunt. When Chelsea pulled her finger out, a strand of my clear pussy cum stretched out with her finger.

“Wow…she’s so fucking wet,” Mike breathed behind her as he watched her slide back into me.

Chelsea leaned her head down and ran her tongue up my slit from the bottom to the top. I cried out as she found my clit and began to circle it with her tongue. She wrapped her arm around my thighs and started to eat me. Chelsea’s finger continued to fuck my slick hole as she ate my pussy.

“Ooohhh,” I groaned softly when she began to suck my clit gently.

Chelsea added a second finger to her fucking, filling my pussy completely. She sucked my clit and then would lap at my lips over and over. My head started to spin, my moaning got louder as she kept going. I wanted to hold onto her head but couldn’t since I was holding myself upright. My body trembled in pleasure.

I started to feel my orgasm coming when Chelsea slipped her pinky into my ass, allowing it to fuck my tightness along with the fingers in my pussy. My thighs tightened and Chelsea knew I was close. She latched into my clit and sucked the life out of me.

My orgasm hit hard, racking my body in spasms, as I clinched down on her fingers and soaked her face. I cried out loudly as I came with my body shaking fully.

Chelsea gradually pulled away from my body, and wiped her face on a nearby napkin. Then she pulled me exhausted body up to kiss me.

“You ok, girl?” she asked me as our lips were just touching.

I nodded slightly, allowing my head to rest against hers. I was spent but still drunk. And very very horny.

“Your turn, Chelsea,” Brian called from behind us.

“We don’t have to,” Chelsea whispered just to me.

“Oh no, girl, this is happening!” I quickly retorted. “Get those shorts and tights off and get on the bar!”

Chelsea climbed onto the bar and lay down. I climbed up with a hand from Mike and crawled up her body to kiss. If our prior scene was something to see, I can’t even imagine what this looked like.

I kissed her soft lips, dragging my tongue across them before slipping it into her mouth. We loved to kiss each other and reveled in long foreplay. I moved to her ears and neck, slowly licking and teasing each part over and over until Chelsea was sufficiently squirming under me. Working my way down to her breasts, I lifted her shirt and asked her to pull it over her head. I unclipped her front closing bra and her tits popped free.

I kissed her again, deeply, putting on a show for our audience. Our tits were rubbing against each other’s, mashing down together. My lips moved down her body until I found one perfect nipple to suckle on. Chelsea let out a loud groan under me. Mmmm. She was a very responsive fuck. I swirled my tongue around and flicked at her, as her back arched up against my body.

Eventually, I kissed down to her exposed pussy. She had helpfully removed her thong with her tights and was fully bare ready for eating. I settled myself between her legs, my ass fully up on the air as I knelt on the bar. I wrapped arms around her thighs and dug in.

My tongue licked up her lips, opening them fully. She was wet. She always got wet when she ate me first. I plunged my tongue into her slick hole and started to fuck her with it.

“Fuck,” Chelsea groaned. I knew how much she loved when I fucked her with my tongue. I moaned into her as I did making her squirm further. I ran my tongue up to her clit and licked it all over in circles. I felt her hand reach down to my head to hold me in place to eat her beautiful cunt.

I made love to her pussy. Licking, sucking, fingering. I slid three fingers into her hole and started to fuck her hard. She liked a hard fucking, she loved to be worked hard in her pussy. I’m sure if I had tried, I could’ve fisted her and she would’ve fucking loved it.

Chelsea’s hand tightened on my hair, holding me firmly in my place. I ate her, over and over. Sucking her clit and fucking her pussy with my fingers. I felt her cunt clinching down as her orgasm built and finally she cried out as it shattered on her. My hand became soaked and my face wet as her juice flooded me. I lapped at her, licking all of it up, as she came for me. I could feel her body shaking on the bar.

When Chelsea finally lifted her head, I climbed up her body one last time and kissed her. We kissed gently for a while. Both of us drunk, spinning and exhausted. We only came to when we heard clapping. I started to laugh when I realized Mike, Brian, Ben and Mark were giving us a standing ovation.

“Encore, encore, encore” the four of them chanted at us.

Kathleen was standing to the side, smirking at the two of us, discreetly fondling nipple through her button down management shirt. Interesting, I thought, to myself.

Mike came over the bar and helped me down, holding me firmly against his body as he did.

“Let’s get you dressed and home to sleep it off,” he said quietly to just me.

Chelsea and I dressed while the others started to pour more drinks. Mike declined additional drinks on our behalf, saying I needed to go sleep it off. I kissed Chelsea goodnight and gave the birthday boy, Mark, another quick kiss before we departed.

Mike got my stumbling ass into his car and asked where to take me home. I started to giggle for no reason then. I was so drunk.

“Alrighty then, back to my place,” he said.

So he drove me back to his apartment, helped me get a shower and gave me a T-shirt to sleep in. I snuggled into his bed and passed out. When I woke up the next morning, Mike was shirtless next to me sleeping soundly. I rolled over to face him and his eyes opened. Ok, so not sleeping soundly.

“Morning, beautiful, how are you feeling?” he asked.

“Not as bad as I expected after last night,” I admitted.

“Well, I made you drink some water and take some ibuprofen before you passed out.”

“Thank you,” I replied gratefully, “Listen, I am so sorry about that. I did not mean for it to get that crazy!”

“What are you apologizing for? That was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life,” Mike exclaimed. “Now, I’m just hoping at some point, I can get a turn,” he teased me.

“Oh yeah? I think that’s something that we can manage.”

And I scooted over into his arms.

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