I went to go to work plugged, I feel your hands going up on my ass as I’m taking your orders. You play with the plug, pushing it deeper in my ass as I wiggle, trying to avoid your hands. Your friends are smiling as they see your hands on me, the one next to me gets his hand on my tigh, his fingers caressing my skin. I blush and thank you for your orders. I turn my back and walk to the bar to get your drinks ready. My pussy is throbbing, my clit swollen and I walk uncomfortably, as if my pussy triple size in just a few seconds. I feel like everyone is watching me as I turn around the bar and prepare the drinks. I can hear your laugh through the buzzing of the room. I know you’re mocking me, the way I walked, how I tried to get away from you. I take your drinks on a tray and place my hand under it, securing it by grabbing its side with my other hand. I begin to walk back to your table, the tray heavy in my arms. A few drops of the beers escaped the glasses, my arm trembling. I see your phone on your table and try to breathe to regain my focus. I feel slight vibration in my core and try to ignore it. I continue walking, navigating around the tables. I can feel hands on me but I ignore them. I feel another buzzing and take a sharp breath. I stop for a second, close my eyes briefly and continue walking. I focus on my steps, I try to avoid the bags and backpacks scattered on the floor. As my foot is up, trying to avoid a coat lost on the floor, I feel another vibration in my pussy, much stronger than the others. I cry out and lose my balance. The tray goes sideway and I feel the beer getting all over my clothes. The glass shattered on the hard wood floor. The pub fell silent and I hold my head down, the eyes of every customers burning a hole in my neck. My cheeks are so red, it’s like their on fire. I get on my knees, murmuring excuses nonstop. I’m on my knees, covered in beer in the middle of the pub and I try to gather my mess. I didn’t know I could feel so humiliated. Chatters start again around me and I hear your friends bursting in laughter. I look up to your table and I make eyes contact with you: your phone is on the table and your friends are taping its screen, activating the sextoy you put in my pussy before I left for work. I’m squimering, my pussy getting even more wet as I feel the buzzing intensifying. I torn between horniness and humiliation, desperately trying to hold back a moan but ultimately failing. I’m drenched, on the floor of a pub, with my ass plugged and a sextoy vibrating in my pussy. I can’t do anything to stop you as you continue torturing me.