Working in a restaurant and bar that is a part of a hotel has it’s perks, easier hours, higher end food/drinks, a revolving clientele base, local regulars, and endless entertainment both with my guests and my coworkers.
As a bartender, I have to stick to a certain uniform for work: all black and I have to look “professional”, but that doesn’t keep me from adding my flair. Usually I’m dressed in black skinny jeans, a black top (usually a skin-tight bodysuit with a bralette on underneath what’s my nipples poke through and make themselves known), and my trusty doc martens. With my hair pulled out of my face, my glasses on, and just eyeliner and mascara for makeup, I look classic, refined, and sexy for work.
This look of course helps me after all, do you expect me to live on a serving wage of $5.50 an hour plus tips? Plus, I love wearing each outfit as my jeans hug my ass perfectly, accentuated against my tiny waist and proportionate tits that are just the right handful and perky all on their own. Quite often I’ll catch the wives that are in with their husbands glaring as they’ve caught their partners taking more than their fair share of looks at my tight body, but they seem okay with it, almost as if appreciating the youth of my body and wanting it for themselves. Either way, they fall in love with my conversation and soon enough the wives are the ones suggesting they return to visit me again with their husbands eagerly agreeing
at least once a week, one of the other bartenders or servers will make a comment about my body, or they let me know they saw someone checking me out. Once, I had a server say she saw a guy taking pictures of me on his phone while he was sitting next to his dad. At first, that thought was terrifying, but the inner slut in me got excited by the fact that someone wanted to show off my body to his friends, or keep them for himself for later.
Because working in a bar can get repetitive after a while I do things like go totally without underwear and or wear a butt plug for the whole night (usually 7 plus hours). This keeps things interesting and by the time I get home and collapsed in bed, I’m already soaked through and ready to play with myself even more. Today I’m laying in bed before work playing through fantasies of quickies with the cooks in the freezer and all the hot dilfs that come through.
I have had a few lucky guys that come back without their friends right before we close with the hopes that I’ll go back home with them, and who am I to turn down an extra tip 😉
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ugvjlz/the_slutty_bartender_f
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