Our uniform is a dark skirt and a white button-up sweater—not too tight but I’m quite busty so everything is tight on me. This regular in his late 50s can never seem to get enough of me, always dropping comments about my body, etc. I know he shouldn’t but to be honest I have mixed feelings about it, sometimes it’s annoying and sometimes it’s kind of hot. Anyway, that’s for me and my therapist to figure out. Point is, one day he’s like “What’s it take to get those puppies out” and without thinking I turn to him and say, point blank, “one thousand dollars”. He’s a little surprised at first, then he smiles, and he pulls out a roll of big bills, counts out a solid grand, and hands it to me. I tuck it away, lead him into the service corridor, face him, unbutton my top, and pull my bra down, giving a full view of my glorious F-cups. He’s just smiling, drinking in the sight. Finally he says, “Glorious, babe. Just glorious.”
I shooed him out, buttoned up, and went back to work 🤷♀️