Needles eyed Sarah as she entered the bar area from the back room. She turned to find him ogling her and snickering. Her cheeks turned a bright red, and she squeezed her thighs together. The thick seam of her now booty jean shorts placed pressure on her clit which sent a shudder up her spine.
Sarah made her way through the sea of leather, dirty jeans, and grit to the nearest group of men in need of beverages. She swiped at a lock hair held together with a glob of drying cum. She tucked it behind her ear and took a deep breath for courage.
"Hey there," she interrupted their laugh. "What can I get you, boys?" She turned on her charm. She smiled big. She rolled her shoulders back and stuck out her chest. Sarah knew what made tips go up. She wasn't completely naïve.
The men stopped their laughter and peered at her. The tallest, the one with his back to her, turned to peer over his shoulder before turning his front to Sarah.
Sarah stood in her new slutty uniform, the bottom of her breasts exposed, her puffy and aroused pussy lips barely contained, and her ass cheeks were falling out of her shorts. She felt their eyes crawling on her skin. It only spurred the need her earlier use had sparked. However, she waited. It was her job to serve them and serve them she would.
The tall one looked back to the men around him. He raised a brow. No one seemed to say anything. Her confidence wavered. Had she done something wrong?
"Chuck got waitresses now?" The tall man asked.
Sarah gulped. "Mr. Brunt hired me to serve-"
The wide and rough hand clapped on her right butt cheek. Sarah stumbled forward as the sting seemed to beeline for her clit. She regained her composure while the men laughed around her.
"To serve yoooouuu-" Her voice went up an octave as the man's fingers dug into her flesh. He gripped and kneaded her exposed ass flesh.
"Mr. Brunt." The tall man snorted. "You a sweet butt?" He asked as his finger dipped into the crevice of her ass.
Sarah rocked up on her heels. Her nipples, fully erect, could be seen through the thin cut-off shirt she wore. Her jeans were offering her no protection from his invasion, and soon his digit found the pucker of her anus. "I-I-II.." She stammered.
"Nope." Axel came around from behind her.
The hand was removed from her ass, and Sarah was both relieved and disappointed. There was something erotic about a man taking from her what he wanted. There was also something humiliating about being manhandled before a group; humiliating and oh-so-hot.
As the thought entered Sarah's mind, she blinked. It startled her. When did she become so depraved? Had she lost any sort of moral compass in just a few hours?
As if to awaken her from her little daydream, someone lifted her shirt the few inches needed to expose her breasts. She shook her head slightly and noted it was Axel's hand cupping her left breast.
"Hang around, she ain't been made a sweet butt yet. Still proving herself." He clarified. Though, Sarah had no idea what any of all that meant.
Axel's thumb and forefinger came down on her nipple. He pulled it from her body, and she leaned into the pull. She whimpered.
The tall man seemed to take Axel's lead. He took cupped, kneaded, and found her nipple. However, while Axel's pull was slow and torturous, the tall man's was quick, abrupt and devious. It was as if he wanted to match where Axel was.
Sarah let out a moan which muffled by the sound of the busy bar. "Responsive little slut ain't she?" The tall man commented. It received a cheer from the group.
"So far." Axel released her nipple. "Chuck wanted to let you know that she is open. This is her training period." When he said 'training,' he eyed Sarah. Sarah lowered her head. The conversation only spurred another loud cheer from the group which now surrounded her.
Axel patted her on the behind as another hand reached for her now open breast. The fingers awkwardly groped at her as if blindly searching for something. They found her nipple and the fingers twisted it hard. She squeaked and her knees bent.
Axel laughed. He stroked her hair looking into Sarah's pained expression. "You be good now." He patted her exposed cheeks. "Chuck expects you to serve anyone and give them anything they ask." He winked before pinching her behind and walking away.
The circle of men around her came in closer. Hands were everywhere. Sarah's shirt was peeled from her. It must have been tossed to the side. Sarah never saw it again. Two hands, possibly the same man's gripped at her breasts. The torture of pinches, twists, and kneading ensued.
Sarah's head lulled back and hit a wall of flesh. The tall man seemed to be supporting her weight. It was then she realized it was his hands that had possession of her breasts. From this angle, she could see the bottom of his chin and his smile as he toyed with her.
Her freshly cut shorts were stripped from her next. However, they got hung up on her boots. The men around her seemed content in leaving them there. A hand thrust between her thighs. It was turned sideways, so the edge of his palm and his forefinger were used to press into her slit.
