My nights at Club 42 started with a audition of sorts – Serving a private party topless. Guests weren’t allowed to touch but i was popular with my big, round 36DD tits – getting called over more often than other servers. good pay and my exhibitionist side was secretly thrilled. My only problem was my nipples are ‘shy.’ If they aren’t being teased, they stay flat and that is never a good look. So each time i went to the kitchen, i would flick them or pull on them till my nipples were hard again. I didnt realize the hostess who had hired me had noticed me doing this over and over again through the evening. Without knowing it, I became the perfect candidate for Club 42.
When we were done for the night, the hostess asked if I was ok with people touching my tits while I was serving. I imagined the pay would be more for that, so I agreed.
And that is how i started serving at the Club 42. Our uniform was simple – a leather harness that made our tits stick out. And a short leather skirt, no panties. The one rule that Club42 had was the server’s nipples had to be hard all the time. If they weren’t, the server would have to beg a patron to flick their nipples or pull them till the were hard again. The servers weren’t allowed to stimulate themselves- only a patron could do it. Since my nips would go flat quite often I would end up begging at tables before i could serve again. Because i needed help so often i would often ‘bribe’ my regulars so they were less likely to refuse even if they were in the middle of a conversation. I would hitch up my skirt over my waist so i was practically naked while they flicked my nipples. Then i’d pull my skirt down and start serving again. I’d get so wet each time I would do this. Some evenings, once or twice a week when there were fewer guests, I’d let a few regulars finger fuck me when i was on a smoke break while I gave them a hand job in the alley behind the kitchen.