This is all consensual and fun for the fictional participants, but with a non-consensual theme. I thought the idea of it sounded amusing. Of course, it's utterly ridiculous. I feel like exhibitionism is the best place for it, though, but what do I know? Warning: if you're looking for hardcore scenes, this story honestly doesn't have them. They're left for the imagination, probably antithetical to erotica, but sometimes I just think that works better.
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"Hey Penny!" Janet surprised me when popping her head into my cubicle. "Have you ever heard of that restaurant called Dick's Bar & Grille?"
"Oh, yeah. I went there a couple of times. Absolutely hilarious! It's like an Appleby's, but with assholes!" I laughed while thinking back on it. Dick's allows their servers and staff to be completely rude to the diners. That's its appeal, actually. They insult you at every possible moment. They might even short the customers on food or shame them for being cheap, you get the drift. The first time I went, my brother almost lost his shit. He was not accustomed to getting insulted. I loved the experience. It was over-the-top fun.
My colleague continued, "On portside, this place called Jack's just opened. Cheryl told me all about it."
"Jack's? No, I don't think I ever heard of it. Is the food any good?"
"Who cares about the food! You're not going to believe this, but instead of being rude assholes like at Dick's, they sexually harass you."
"What?" I guffawed. "No way would that fly, would it? How, exactly?"
"Cheryl told me her waiter groped her tits. Like... she says he actually stuffed his hand down her blouse and under her bra. Twice! But the big play was when he dropped off the bill, unzipped his pants and jerked off in front of them. He didn't stop until they paid up!"
"No fuckin' way!" I shouted.
"Yeah, I know. C'mon, Penny! You wanna go with me tomorrow night?"
"Hah, I knew you'd be asking. Yeah, just to see if it's real."
"I mean, if it gets too creepy, we just leave. Right?"
I shrugged. "I would think so. Can't see how anyone would stay if too many lines were crossed. But if what Cheryl told you is even half true, I need to see it for myself!"
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Jack's was a real place, after all. Up until we arrived, I had been skeptical. It was just after 7 p.m. and the parking lot was nearly full. I smiled, giggling, looking at the sign. The logo was a silhouette of a fat man in a suit and top hat, with a cigar in his mouth. "I think Cheryl might have been pulling your chain, Janet. Do you really believe this many people would be here if they were going to be deliberately sexually harassed?"
"I don't know," shrugged Janet, "But I can't wait to find out!"
Janet was wearing a very form-fitting top and a short skirt with boots. She was young and vibrant enough to swing the look. When I was getting ready, I thought to wear my little red number, as it shows just a hint of cleavage. Not to mention, it makes my ass look terrific. I figured if Jack's is all it's cracked up to be, then that dress would likely garner a comment or two. Unfortunately, when I put it on, I discovered the left strap had snapped. It probably happened in the wash. That old machine eats everything. Most of my outfits are conservative and simple. Work appropriate. The only other evening dress I have is this black one I'm wearing now. It doesn't hug my waist quite as nicely as the red dress, but it's much lower cut. The kind of thing where I have to be careful when bending over, so my boobs don't fall out. It's why I rarely wear the damn thing. But I wasn't in the mood for work attire, especially at Jack's, so without the red dress, what choice did I have? I checked to make sure nothing was showing before we exited the vehicle.
We walked through the front doors and pushed through several groups of people waiting to be seated. We approached the host to ask how long the wait would be. As soon as he saw Janet and me, his face lit up and he yelled out, "Hey, hey! Nice seeing you here, Sugar Tits! First time?" Before I could even respond -- I was so caught off guard by his crassness -- he kept talking, "Is it just you and your hot, dyke friend tonight?"
I turned to Janet, my mouth ajar. Was she going to let this stranger get away with that? I'm sure the hosts at Dick's wouldn't dare to be this rude. It was way over-the-line. Janet pushed past me and answered the man, "That's right. It's just us." She pointed at me and her.
"MmmMM!" the host exclaimed. "I can guess what you two are having for dessert. I'm going to put you at Peter's table. He's gonna love you!"
Finally, I spoke up, "Wait. If you assume my friend and I are lesbians, why would you put us with a waiter? Wouldn't a waitress be better suited?"
"Uh, c'mon, Dollface. I just told you. Peter is going to love you! Now, don't you want a waiter who is going to give you extra special attention? None of my girls are going to treat you like 'ole Petey. Follow me!"
"Well, wait a minute," I insisted. "Weren't these other people here before us?" I waved to the crowd waiting behind us.
"Yeah, but none of them got a rack like yours. Do you want to be seated or not?"
Janet tapped me on the shoulder and whispered. "This is really real, Penny. C'mon! Play along!"
I rolled my eyes, but reminded myself this was the very reason we came. Janet was right. I didn't want to end up behaving like my idiot brother when we were at Dick's. He couldn't play along with the jokes without feeling truly insulted.
As we passed a few tables, I caught a glimpse of what was happening around us. The first table we passed had a waitress sitting in the lap of a male customer, bopping up and down while running her forefinger across his lips while he tried to order. His date sat across from them and didn't appear to be amused. At the bar, one of the bartenders was tugging at the bra strap of one of the customers. I mean, he was almost pulling it entirely out of her shirt. I was surprised it hadn't snapped already. How is that legal? Isn't it assault? But even so, the girl was just giggling awkwardly and telling him to stop. He wasn't stopping. Why didn't she just leave?
"Here you go, Sugar-Tits," said the host, pulling out a chair from a table for two. He motioned for me to sit down, but if I did, he'd be able to see right down my top. Keep in mind, this low-cut dress doesn't work with a bra, so I have to be extra careful.
I stopped at the chair and smiled. "Thank you,'" I said, standing, waiting for him to leave.
He motioned again. "Please, allow me to seat you."
"I didn't realize this was such a fine dining establishment," I snorted. "You don't need to go to such lengths to please me."
"For the likes of you, of course I do. Sit. I insist!" His tone shifted and autonomously, I lurched for the chair, spinning around, sitting down. I had to lean a bit to scooch forward and sure enough, I caught the bastard looking down my top. From the corner of my eye, I could see him grinning ear to ear. Fucker. It's okay if it's someone you want to flirt with, but not with a total stranger and certainly not this asshole. But then I quickly remembered (again) these interactions were the entire point of being here. I had to play along, no matter how inappropriate it seemed on the surface. I mentioned my frustration to Janet once the host left.
"Of course it isn't appropriate, but that's the fun! C'mon, Penny. Get with the program!"
We had barely gotten settled when the waiter popped over. He immediately reminded me of Pierce Brosnan back in his Remington Steele days. My mom used to watch reruns of that show all the time. He was tall and thin, with sharp features. Sparkling blue eyes, which I noticed were fixed like magnets to my cleavage. "Hi, I'm Peter, your waiter. John -- the host back there -- he told me I needed to check you out right away. Now I see why. Go ahead and pull those out for me," he pointed at my chest, "... and I'll be right back to get your drink order." He dropped off two drink menus and shuffled off. I was stunned trying to process what he said.
"Did he just ask you to pull out your tits?" laughed Janet.
"Uh, yeah, I think he did."
Janet howled. "This is hilarious! You gotta do it, Penny!"
"He couldn't have been serious," I insisted. "That can't possibly be legal!"
Janet smirked and pointed behind me toward the bar. I turned to see a busboy rubbing one of the customer's asses. He had hiked her skirt up and yanked her panties down, which were now awkwardly hanging at her knees. Her ass was in plain sight for all to see while he groped it. The poor woman was voicing a mix of protests and nervous laughter. I couldn't tell if she was thrilled, angry or hysterical. Janet leaned in, whispering, "I don't think anyone cares." She pointed at my chest.
"Really? I... I've never done anything like this."
"Never been to Spring Break? Drunk at a party?"
I shook my head. "Never," I murmured.
"Hah! No better place than to try it here. Go ahead. Pull 'em out."
"No way. You first."
Janet shrugged her shoulders and grunted. Without hesitation, she pulled down her top, exposing herself. Her firm breasts looked quite nice that way, actually. It would not take much for me to replicate her look, but it still felt weird to me. I've never done anything so bold.
"That's what I'm talkin' about, ladies!" cried the host, who suddenly made an appearance again. Janet was so surprised by his sudden interruption, she almost tried to cover herself, but the host beat her to it. He'd sprinted over and instantly began groping them. "Very nice, indeed. I just might give you guys a discount if you keep this up." Then he turned to me. "C'mon. You, too. Let's square you up."
"Square me up?"
"Do what you came here to do. Show off that body. Those magnificent breasts! I want to see them. I bet everyone here wants to see them. Don't be a prudish tease!"
I felt the weight of many eyes coming from every direction. Most of the room had heard the boisterous host and people began egging me on to draw out my breasts. It wasn't just the staff, but patrons, too. I wanted to hide under the table, but Janet leaned in to offer her support. "Come on, girl. You only live once, right?"
"Fine!" I screamed. It took hardly any effort to pop out my breasts, as the dress begged to leave them exposed. The entire room burst into cheers and hoots. Someone to my left blew a whistle.
The host quickly let go of Janet and went for me, grabbing my right breast, squeezing it before attacking the nipple. He began twirling it in his fingers. "Very nice. Thick nipples. I like that." I could see him getting hard in his slacks and I anxiously looked to my partner for help. This was too much! It crossed obvious lines, didn't it?
Janet didn't seem to care. Instead, she was laughing with the others and hollered out while pointing at my chest. "Best tits this side of the Mississippi!" The crowd erupted into more cheers. Never in my life have I felt so objectified.
And it turned me on so much...
People were snapping pictures and pushing for the host to take things further, but he finally pulled away and snapped at us. "Alright, sluts. Order some drinks and look over the menu. We don't have all night." He marched away, leaving Janet and I alone again, but this time with most of the eyes in the room on us.
