Hot Dogs Beer and Tits

I was helping my future wife, Stacy, her two sisters, Patty and Kim, and their husbands Dylan and Travis, sell beer and hot dogs for charity at the town festival. They had done this for a few years to raise money for the SPCA, and had made over $10,000 the previous year. The three ladies were up front taking the orders while us three men were in the back, cooking the hot dogs and keeping the beer kegs going.

All was going well except the sales were down from the previous year. Patty and Stacy went to look around and determined that the problem was another booth selling beer that was at the intersection of two of the paths within the festival, a much more advantageous position. Some community group was raising money for a youth sports league. In addition, they were charging $2.50 for a beer while we charged $3.00. When we got this info, all of us were disappointed, but the ladies were pissed-off about it. The festival organizers had given this other group a better spot. The longer the day went, the more our sales suffered, and the angrier the three sisters got. They complained to the organizer of the event, but there was nothing that could be done about it. We talked about lowering our prices, but that wouldn't overcome the inferior location problem.

I took a turn in the front while the sisters huddled and talked. When they came back to the front, I was amazed to see the youngest sister, Patty, pull her halter top over her head and then remove her bra so that she was topless. She wore a pair of jean shorts that barely covered her ass, and she had a nice shapely ass and tanned legs. She was going to sell beer topless to see if more customers came. They did.

As the word got around, more customers, mostly men, started coming to our booth. With Patty's encouragement and the obvious success of the marketing technique, Stacy and Kim stripped off their tops too. All three of the sisters were in good physical condition and all three had magnificent sets of tits. I had seen Stacy's, of course, but hadn't had the pleasure of seeing the beauties on her sisters. Kim had the largest set. They were probably a D cup, if I know my sizes. Stacy was next in size with Patty's being the smallest, but they were the firmest. The other two guys and I were transfixed by the six tits bouncing around in front of us and we had to be told to pay attention to what we were doing.

Soon, there was a crowd at our booth and sales spiked to a very high level. We had a hard time keeping up with things and got behind with the hot dogs. The people waiting for the hot dogs to cook didn't mind waiting and watching. The three ladies had no time for a break. They kept pouring the beer and talking money. I had to take a wad of money out of the cash register when it became too full. We were piling up the cash.

This went on for a few hours, into the evening. It was a couple of hours before closing when one of the bigwigs from the festival committee and a policeman showed up at our booth and told the sisters that they couldn't be topless in the booth. They argued back and forth. The poor cop was just watching the tits bounce in front of him while saying little. When they sisters were threatened with a fine and being banned from the next year's festival, they finally agreed to cover themselves. They crowd had been watching all of this unfold and the girls were still serving beer while the discussions went on. When they said they'd have to take a break to put something on, the crowd shouted their disapproval at the officer and the festival guy.

My wife, Stacy came back to get her shirt, but had a better idea. She asked if I was wearing a t-shirt under my polo shirt. I was, so she asked me to give it to her. She put it on. Her little nipples poked out through the thin white material. She went up front when the many men customers were watching. She took a cup of beer and poured it all over the front of her shirt. She now had the wet-tee-shirt look. Her breasts were clearly outlined by the white shirt clinging to them and her areolas and nipples were plainly seen. She wasn't topless anymore, but might as well have been.

The other two sisters did the same thing. Patty poured beer over her halter top and Kim got her husband's tee shirt. The police officer told the festival guy that there was no law against what the three sisters were wearing. Women wore clothes, the fact that their shirts showed the outline of their tits wasn't relevant.

Sales continued to be very brisk. About a half-hour before closing time, the little sister, Patty stripped off her shorts and continued to serve customers in her thong panties. Her cute little ass was a real hit with the customers. We closed up as the night-ending fireworks display began. As we neared our cars, I was treated to the sight of the three sisters, being cold, taking off their wet shirts and walking the final few feet to the car with their pretty tits jiggling.

They earned almost twenty thousand dollars for the SPCA. The Facebook posts on the event included a large number of photos of the three sisters serving beer and hot dogs with their tits out while the crowd eagerly watched.