Vicki started working as a cocktail waitress for a bit of extra cash at around 20-21 while still working at the lawyers’ offices.
Now, ‘cocktail waitress’ sounds a bit old-fashioned, but I know the place where she worked. I wouldn’t have made it past the door.
It was the type of place that if you weren’t well known, a footballer, or had lots of cash to splash and give the bouncer at the door a little bung, you weren’t getting in.
The only exception to this would be the type of slutty girls allowed in after one thing: a rich guy to spend lots of money on them; you know the type.
The type of girls who would happily suck or fuck a guy as long as he had a nice car. A guy who would spend money on them, buying them lots of nice things as long as they kept sucking cock.
Back then, Vicki was also that type of girl, but getting paid while meeting these guys seemed like a much better option to her.
From what Vicki has told me, which is not a lot, as she blushed a little when she told me she worked there. I can imagine the type of outfit she’d have been expected to wear. Not so much a uniform, as she was allowed to wear her own clothes.
I know she’d have tried to make sure she stood out from the rest of the waitresses.
Wearing something very slutty, definitely short, possibly bare legs or hold-ups. Something low-cut or a blouse open enough to show her lovely, round 36D tits.
She told me she didn’t have any waitressing experience and had to lie at her interview. I’m sure she’d have made up for it with the type of clothes she’d have worn. I can tell by the way Vicki blushed when she told me she worked there. I know she would have probably gotten up to all sorts of things.
Vicki said she liked to work Friday and Saturday nights. I bet that was because on Friday nights, it would be the rich banker types coming in to blow off some steam. On Saturday nights, the footballers would be out for a good time after the match.
At the end of the day, the job wasn’t about the wages; it was about tips. The more “friendly” Vicki would be, the more tips she would make. Most definitely letting guys touch and grope her as she served.
I can imagine Vicki being very nervous on her first few nights, not having waitressed before, and nervously tottering to the table in her high heels, holding a tray of drinks. Bending down to put the drinks on the table, she’d feel the first of many hands that night.
Slipping up behind her and between her legs or onto her ass. If she spilt any of their drinks, well, she’d have spent all night trying to make it up to them. Letting them stroke and touch her a little more lewdly than the other, more experienced girls would let them get away with. As long as she was making good tips, she didn’t care.
Vicki wouldn’t make a fuss when guys touched her up. She kind of liked it. She’d have been used to it by now, working in the lawyer’s office.
She’d have known it couldn’t get that bad, as they were in a bar, and she knew the more she let them touch her, the better chance she’d have of a huge tip at the end of the night.
Vicki would have spotted who the boss or alpha of the group was fairly quickly. Usually, it’s the guy throwing the money around, but not necessarily the guy touching her up. The alpha guy usually sits facing the crowd so they can see what’s going on. They’d also get a great view of his friends touching Vicki up every time she brought drinks.
Vicki would’ve enjoyed all the attention and would have smiled nicely at him. Knowing he’d be the one making sure she got a good tip later.
Vicki would’ve been slowly turned on, almost teased, with so many men stroking and brushing her inner thigh and ass with their fingers. Maybe in some darker corners of the bar, the guys might have managed to get their hands slightly higher, managing to rub their thumbs along the material of her lacy panties.
Vicki wouldn’t have flinched.
She’d have stood with her legs slightly further apart than before, giving the guy or guys even better access to her.
They won’t have heard her moan over the loud music, but they might have been pleasantly surprised when they felt the damp patch on her lacy panties. She won’t have pulled away as she felt their fingers softly rubbing her pussy through her now-soaking panties.
The guy pushing harder, she’d find it difficult not to push against him, knowing her soaking pussy was giving her away.
Vicki can only take that so much before she wants to be, needs to be, fucked. If the guy got her nice and wet, she’d be looking at the alpha of the group, giving him her “I want to be fucked” eyes.
She’d only be interested in ending up with the boss or alpha in the group and would want to make sure she kept his attention. At a club, Vicki would happily flirt with the whole group of them. Occasionally, catching the eye of the main man every now and again to make sure he knew he was having her tonight.
Even still, letting them paw and grope her. Even letting them kiss her, but enjoying that she was being watched by the guy she’d end up fucking that night.
Hoping that her exhibitionism would turn him on even more and he’d want to fuck her even harder than he’d planned before.
I’m sure there must have been loads of times she’d have been invited out with groups of guys after. Only to end up back at a guy’s flat getting fucked hard.
Eventually, the other guys would get the hint, as each of them didn’t get any further than a grope on the dance floor or a sneaky kiss when no one was looking.
Vicki would slowly make her way back to the man she wanted, still waiting at the bar, watching his colleagues in vain, trying to get Vicki back to one of their places so they could fuck her.
Vicki loves teasing games and probably would whisper something in his ear like, “So, did you enjoy your friends playing with your toy?”
“Did you like watching me being a dirty little slut for you?”
I could imagine that would bring a smile to his face, but more importantly, make his cock rock hard, if it wasn’t already.
Vicki won’t have needed that much persuasion to go back to his flat; with all the touching and dancing she’d have been doing with his friends. She’d have been a horny little slut by then.
Vicki would have naturally nuzzled up to him, her thighs on either side of one of his, rubbing herself up against him slowly. Clearly offering herself to him.
A quick cab would be booked, and the guy would have had her in the taxi in no time.
Even with the driver watching, he’d have had his hands all over Vicki, and she wouldn’t have stopped him.
Taking control, he might even have taken her wrist and placed her hand on his hard cock, just to show her what she’d done to him, telling her he was going to make her suck it so hard when they got home.
She’d might have smiled and said, “Why wait?”
Unzipping his cock from his trousers and pulling as much as she could get out, giving him a little smile as she lowered her head onto his cock and taking him in her mouth.
It’s not the first time she’d sucked cock in a car, but that’s another story.
Even with the driver adjusting his mirror to watch, the alpha would have just let him watch as Vicki slurped and sucked on his cock.
Only to be stopped and pulled up by the hair when they arrived at the guy’s flat.
Once in the door, push her down again and tell Vicki to suck his big cock again.
Vicki’s happy to suck cock as long as the guy wants it, but when she starts to taste his precum, she lifts off and looks up.
“I think it’s time you fucked me.”
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