I work at a relatively high end restaurant near the edge of a semi-major city. My tenure at this place has me in that awkward spot of employment where you’re entrusted with extra responsibility due to seniority but with barely any raise in pay, but I made a fairly decent living working the bar at this restaurant, even as an average looking guy, so not too many complaints. Plus, being the senior bartender led people to believe I was a manager but without all the crappy parts like dealing with unruly customers.
I used to serve here too, so I know the ins and outs of the job. There has been a relatively high turnover lately and a couple of spots on my bar roster have opened up, allowing me to pick a couple of servers that I think have dedicated some effort to their jobs to train on the bar, and help them earn an extra couple hundred over the weekends if they stick it out.
Some of the more experienced servers were looking to move into the bar for the money, but I wanted to vet whomever was going to be working the bar as we typically only have one bartender for the night and it can be quite hectic, especially for a newbie.
‘Monica’ was one of the servers I had my eye on to show the basics of mixing drinks and serving in a more relaxed style to bartop customers. She was relatively new to the restaurant, having only around 8 months experience with us but she was humble, efficient and rarely made mistakes. I think word got out that Monica was on my list and I came into work one afternoon to cold shoulders and glares from a lot of the other servers. One girl in particular, ‘Kelsie’, tried to chew me out for not putting her on my list, which already tells you the kind of person she is.
Kelsie is drop-dead gorgeous unfortunately. Full blonde hair that always drops around her shoulders in rings, big greens eyes, a petite frame layered with muscle around her ass and thighs. I say unfortunately because she knows she’s a 10 and will use her looks to breeze through as many problems as she can. Granted keeping her body as toned as it is, and doing 2 hours of make-up and hair maintenance every day sounds grueling but it doesn’t teach good work ethic.
I asked Kelsie to come to the bar storage area with me, behind the bar and away from the service aisle and rest of the restaurant. The room is fairly quiet as it’s pretty far away from the action, has lots of bottles, kegs, cans and knick knacks to dampen sound and has thick walls to help with the temperature control. I use it as “my space” for talking to coworkers in private, as it’s the only room I have a key too. I leaned against a keg and told Kelsie;
The reason you’re not on my list Kels is because you’re not our best server. You’ve been here for 3 years but you make mistakes like forgetting to punch in desserts or bring drink refills. You don’t greet guests until they’re ready to order, it feels like you just want to make money and go home. (I should mention; I don’t expect everyone to be bubbly, happy, enthusiastic or even motivated. Serving sucks sometimes, but I feel bartending requires urgency and a level head.) Work on your time management skills and get some good reviews. Master serving and we’ll talk.
Kelsie didn’t take kindly to being told she basically sucks at her job. She glowered at me like I insulted her very core being. What happened next, blew my mind.
I remember specifically leaning on the edge of the cold keg rim, it’s metal biting into my butt as I waited for Kelsie to blow up in my face. Instead, she took a couple of gentle steps towards me and laid her hand on my chest, softening her face as she came.
“I hate serving. I know i’m pretty, and it helps me get good tips, but I feel like people give me more shit to do just to see me come back to their table a dozen times. I am a good server, I just choose not to work hard because the effort it takes isn’t worth the change they leave me.”
Kelsie pursed her lips. I’d be lying if I said I don’t check out the servers as they speedwalk around the restaurant. Kelsie has great lips, plump and natural. Her jawline set slightly as she moved ever so slightly closer to me.
“Please teach me to bartend, I feel like if I can make deeper conversation with the drinkers at the bar I’d be happier. Plus, it’d be a big boost to my self-confidence if I can mix drinks.”
Ladies and gents, I knew she was full of shit. Absolutely full of shit. That didn’t stop me slightly nodding my head, her perfume smelling lightly of fruit and taking a walk in the forest.
“I’ll teach you to bartend if you prove to me this shift that you’re a great server. No mistakes, okay?” I said to her.
She smiled at me, showing white teeth and small dimples above the corner of her mouth.
“Yes sir, for sure.” She said, and seconds after she was basically running out the door. I could feel my heart beating in my chest, I was intoxicated. I honestly looked forward to working with her a little more after that, provided she could actually do a good job. I had hoped she was sincere and actually intelligent. But, well, she wasn’t. Not even close.
After 3 mistakes during the evening rush she started yelling at another server for fucking up her order and running the wrong food. I intervened and told Kelsie that she should be running her own food if the expo is busy, other servers have places to be aswell. Her face fell as I scolded her, I think she knew our conversation earlier fell through. Kelsie continued to have terrible time management throughout the night, until she cleared up her last table just as I was handing off the bar to the closer. I head into the bar storage to get a quick inventory count and I heard the door close behind me. Kelsie was leaning up against it, holding it closed and staring at me.
“Kelsie” I began, but before I could continue she took 3 quick steps and put her hands on my shoulders.
“I can be a good server. Train me on bar, and I’ll serve you.” She said, looking into my eyes.
I couldn’t believe it. My mind was racing. What was she even really saying. Did she want a one on one serving certification? Looking back, my brain was stuck in work mode.
“Kels, serving one table well doesn’t make you a top not server.” I told her. She looked confused.
“ShifterTJC, I will serve you. Personally. Teach me how to do the bar here and I’ll make it worth your while.” She said it slowly, and halfway through she began tracing her hands down my chest and towards my midriff. My mind was whirling. I’m not a manager, can I be fired for this? This is illegal right? I do remember thinking I was still on the clock funnily enough.
I stammered a small questioning sentence, i think, before she reached my belt and began to undo it. I didn’t know if she was single, not that it mattered I guess. I felt like i should stop her but my hands weren’t moving. Kelsie knelt and began pulling down my pants and pushing me back against the shelves while looking up at me. I looked over at the door that can’t be locked from the inside, she put a finger to her lips, smiled and pooled my pants around my ankles. I had actually thought about this room being perfect for sneaking around in the past but I hadn’t imagined it would be like this.
Kelsie worked her fingers into my boxers, at this point I could feel myself stirring. I’m not anything super impressive down there, probably average if not very slightly above. Props to Kelsie though, as she pulled my boxers down she let out a gasp and used her nails to trace back up my legs before reaching around to grab my half-hard dick. She looked up at me, smiling again, bigger this time. I heard her say a small wow before beginning to gently stroke me, my back still pressed against the shelves.
“You’re way bigger than I thought honestly, I’m not sure I can handle you. You’re at least half a hand bigger than my boyfriend.” She said, looking between me and my growing dick. Turns out she was in a relationship, well shit. At this point the rest of my resistance let me down. Thoughts of pushing her away and thoughts of consequences left my brain. I guess it turns out; being gorgeous and slutty will get you far in this business.
Kelsie began stroking me faster, one petite hand wrapped fully around my member and the other holding onto my thigh for support as she rocked back and forth to help maintain a rhythm. I couldn’t help but let out small moans, Kelsie really had the perfect grip, not too tight and at such a good speed. I don’t think I’ve ever come from a handjob, thankfully, and only once from a BJ but that was my first time ever doing anything sexual, never since. After a minute or two my moans slowed as I reached peak hardness, and I looked down to see Kelsie licking her lips. Something in me triggered and I put my hand on her shoulder to try to stop her going too far, but she disregarded me and laid her tongue on the tip of my dick. The warmth immediately changed things, and as she swirled her tongue around the top and bottom of my tip getting it nice and wet I shuddered, again squeezing my eyes shut and leaning back.
She slowly began engulfing my cock. I mean real slow, barely a centimeter at a time. I began rocking back and forth trying to get her to take more of me in her mouth but she held me firm with the hand on my thigh, keeping her delicious torture agonizingly slow. After what felt like 10 minutes she bottomed out on me, rubbing her nose against my skin. I could feel her throat muscles constricting the tip of my dick, it was heaven. She came up for air, before immediately swallowing my entire length again. Back and forth, she gave me an amazingly sloppy BJ, making gagging noises as she shoved her mouth over my dick, spit gliding up and down, dribbling over her chin. She slowed down a touch after a few minutes, using her hand to jerk the base of my cock until eventually I told her I wasn’t going to come.
“That felt incredible Kels, but it takes a lot for me to cum and BJ’s or handjobs just aren’t it.”
She looked disappointed, her makeup running slightly around the edges of her eyes as she grabbed a stack of paper towel and ripped it open to clean her face. She stood up, stretching her legs and leaned against the keg I was leaning against earlier. Her server uniform looked ruffled, a tight black crop top and apron over black yoga pants, everything just slightly wrinkled and askew.
“I guess I’m not that great a server after all.” Kelsie said quietly. I did feel a little bad. I didn’t actually think she put a lot of stock into this situation but I would later learn that Kelsie is very proud of her blowjob skills. She leant against the keg, arms folded looking at the floor. Probably hoping I would say ‘it’s okay, you get what you want.’. I was feeling daring though, and I had a suspicion she was feeling slutty.
“Kelsie. I can tell you really want to bartend. I have a proposition.” I said to her, after another few moments recovery. She perked up, looking right at me.
“Get naked.” Was all I said. She looked at me, rather gobsmacked. I could feel the tension in the room as I stepped out of my pants and took a step towards her, waiting for her to make a decision.
“Once, then you’ll train me?” Kelsie looked different in this light. She looked a little scared, or apprehensive, maybe insecure or nervous. It was delightful honestly, knowing that she didn’t feel all powerful.
“For as long as I train you, I get to fuck you. You’ll get the best shifts, priority on feature days, the works. If I call you, you come over, understand?” I laid it out for her. The few seconds while she rubbed her temple, looking down and deliberating, were some of the most nerve wracking of my life so far. My body was electric, I could feel my heart in my dick, hoping this would work. Eventually she raised her head, her jawline set once again and gave a nod.
“Deal.”
I almost jumped on her at this point, pushing myself against her body, reaching for her lips with mine, which she met with gusto. I wrapped my arms around her, feeling her toned arms rubbing up and down her back, feeling for her bra strap. It must have been rather apparent, after a few seconds she pulled back and gently pushed on my chest. Kelsie twirled as I took a step back, she reached down and undid her apron, throwing it on a shelf. Completing her twirl, she reached for the hem or her shirt and teasingly began pulling it up, smiling all the while with those cute dimples. Eventually I could see the bottom of her tits, they looked bigger than the shirt showed. She gave a little shimmy as she threw her arms upwards, taking the shirt with it. Her tits were wrapped in a band-bra, and they looked incredible. Her tanned skin offset by the paleness around her midriff, showing clear tan lines on the top of her cleavage.
She began pulling the bra off, but I took a step forward and insisted doing it myself while she giggled. It was cute. When I pulled the bra up and over her head I could feel just how heavy her tits really were. I had estimated her to be an A or B cup with how she wore her shirts, but these were the size of my hands, I could barely grab the whole thing, let alone two.
“Incredible, really.” I whispered. She smiled her biggest smile yet, she looked proud. She swished back and forth a little, giving me something to play with before I took to sucking and licking her little pink nipples. One of my most favourite things to do, and this is when I first heard her moan. A breathy sigh of relief, pure sexual release. It made me so hard to hear that, I don’t think I’ve been harder since. I basically attacked her nipple for as long as she let me, fondling her and feeling her sides and back.
Eventually I couldn’t take anymore though, I had to take her. I grabbed her waist and turned her around, pushing her over the keg so I could feel her ass. She complied wordlessly, she seemed eager. I could see the edge of a thong through her yoga pants, and the outline of her perfect looking heart shaped ass. I peeled down her yoga pants as she shimmied her hips left and right. I left them around her knees, I love the idea of her legs being locked together if she tries to pull them apart. Her pink thong nestled between her muscular ass perfectly. Frills on the fabric really showed her curves and when I knelt to kiss her ass, the most amazing smell hit me. It was pure pussy, slightly salty but fresh and intoxicating. I almost ripped her panties away to see it, her little pink pussy, with the lips barely poking out of her labia.
I could hear her breathing stop as i stared at her pussy, the wetness had spread from her lips to the edges of her thighs, clearly getting off at work was something of a fantasy of hers, which I later found out most definitely was. I dove right in, licking up as much of her juice as I could, her moans going from breathy to animalistic. I pushed my tongue between her folds, exploring her pussy from top to bottom, she tasted incredible. She groaned deeply as I found her hole and pushed my tongue in. I had a facefull of pussy and we both loved it. I toyed around for a few more minutes, playing with her lips, sucking and flicking her clit, grabbing her thighs and ass while feeling her quiver. What stopped me was the quiet; “please” I heard. I asked her to say it again.
“Please, fuck me, god, please.” She said quietly, realizing how depraved she was.
I grabbed my dick, again, the hardest I’ve ever been, i felt like stone and lined up with her opening. In the moment I didn’t even think of birth control, and she didn’t say anything. I pushed slowly, watching my tip sink into her wet velvety pussy. She groaned so loud, I was a touch worried we’d be heard, I knew she was getting off on it. I took it slow like she did with my blowjob, tantalizingly slow. I grabbed handfuls of her ass as i rocked back and forth inside her. Her pussy was so tight, it felt like it was strangling me, but still even now I remember it being fucking incredible. Eventually I couldn’t hold back and i started forcing myself into her, quicker and harder, grabbing her hips for leverage as she was bent over the keg. Her moans escalated until I grabbed a clean rag and forced her to bite it, I thrust into that sweet heaven over and over until I felt her clamping onto me. She was cumming on my dick at work, and I told her so. She moaned in ecstasy and clamped again, pulling me into her even more. I made to grab her hair but she pushed her head down and began fucking me back. She spit the rag out and through breathy moans told me she wanted my cum, begging me to cum. I grabbed another handful of her ass and did another of my favourite things; rubbed my thumb over her asshole. She IMMEDIATELY shoved herself onto me, pushing my full length inside her and my thumb roughly putting pressure on her asshole as she moaned deeply. One of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen, such a visceral reaction to pleasure.
A few more seconds and I was over the edge, rubbing her asshole as she moaned and begged me to cum, i unleashed inside her pussy, pushing her onto the keg and pinning her beneath me as i throbbed endlessly inside her. She mewled beneath me and writhed around as I fulled her with my cum. I eventually let up, reaching around to grab her tits as i fucked her slowly until i softened.
“That was amazing. Oh my god.” Kelsie whispered, as she stood up and turned around, my cum beginning to leak out onto her thighs.
“Yeah, holy fuck Kelsie, you’re incredible.” I said back. She made to grab the rag I used earlier so she could clean up but i stopped her.
“Put your panties on, I want you to think about my cum inside you and how wet you are all the way home.” I told her, picking up the rag and throwing it on the shelf. She looked at me like stricken again, but I saw the corner of her mouth reach up into a smile. It grew, and she nodded, getting dressed, apron and all with my cum still leaking out of her freshly fucked pussy. She left shortly after, I had her number from the contact books, and I began training her over the next weekend, but I took my sweet time with it.
I wonder writing this now if she went home to her boyfriend that night, I still don’t know if he ever found out, or if they even lived together.
If there’s interest of course, I’ll write a little more about exploring Kelsie.