Once they are settled at their new table, I don’t waste any time making it clear what I want. I ensure my breasts brush up against their arms as I set down and remove glasses; I find ways to touch a shoulder or a forearm while keeping up the witty, flirtatious banter. I bend across the table often, ensuring each man gets a full view of my body throughout the night. I flirt from behind the bar, and with each return to the table, make jokes that are more and more suggestive. I begin to drop subtle hints about having no plans for after my shift, adding that I live alone. Meanwhile, I am wrapping up other tables and ensuring I will be free to go as soon as my shift ends. I am starting to feel confident that it’s time to make my next move. I even have Dan being freely sexual, and I have upped the ante with the others by discreetly touching their inner thighs whenever I get close enough. *Yes, it’s time*.
“Do you guys like to play poker?” I ask, setting down a fresh round of drinks.
“We play every week actually.” Dan offers.
“Well, how would you like to play something a little higher stakes tonight?”
“You naughty girl!” encourages Thor. “Please, go on.”
I smile knowingly at Thor. “Well, why don’t you come back to my place after. I’ll keep serving you drinks, except I’ll get rid of this pesky dress and you can finally enjoy the lingerie I am wearing. The winner…” I look around the table and can see they are all in “… gets me.”
Of course, I wasn’t going to wait through an entire poker game before getting what I wanted. But they don’t need to know that.
Once in my apartment, I don’t waste any time. I turn my back to Dan and gesture toward my zipper. “Would you?” He does.
I take several steps away from them until I know they all can see me clearly. I slowly remove my dress, one shoulder at a time, and move it in alternating twists until it is below my hips. I bend over as I scoop the dress to the floor and linger there for a few moments, moving my hips in small circles, before rising up and turning to face them. I bend over and remove my underwear, leaving just my bra, stockings, garter belt, and heels. “These are the rules” I begin. “You can touch me anywhere you want when I’m at the table. If you want me to play with your cock, take it out and tell me what to do. If you want something more, lead me into the bedroom or take me right here on the table.” I move toward the kitchen table, standing in the glow of the dimmed lights. I pop my bra off, leaving my 36H tits exposed.
“Oh my god,” says Thor, unbuckling his pants. I can’t help but smile with excitement. Thor was earning his gold star.
“Come here,” he says, pulling out his hardening cock. I walk over to him and get on my knees. I begin stroking his cock and then take it in my mouth. I start to feel my wetness dripping over my lips as his cock hardens in my mouth. “Mmm, you have such a nice cock,” I coo as I look up at him. I plunge his cock even deeper into my mouth. He groans as I deepthroat him, working the tip of his cock against my throat while pressing my face into his body. “Fuck are you ever good at that.” I love sucking cock but it brings me heightened pleasure to hear Thor express his enjoyment.
I feel hands on my ass as I continue to work over Thor with my mouth. I glance behind me and see Stan, his eyes burning with lust as he runs his hands around my firm, round ass. I move my hips back to offer him more, and he begins running his fingers along my pussy, reaching to my clit and then exploring my folds with his fingers. “You are so wet” he groans, slapping my ass. “I want to taste you.”
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