Addison bent over until she felt the fuzzy green material on the poker table scratching her nipples through her maid uniform. The thin fabric didn't offer much protection in the first place, so this wasn't a surprise. It also did nothing to shield her from the hungry gazes of the four men seated around the table.
She hadn't been in the industry long, only a few months. But her looks combined with a willingness to fulfil the most specific customer fantasies soon had her booked solid. Sometimes she would have more than one booking a day. In the morning her long blonde hair would go up in pigtails as a high school principal had her bend over his office desk while he delivered a good spanking, the type he dreamed of doling out to his students. She would squeal and promise to be a good girl from now on while not so subtly rubbing her thighs together, spreading her wetness and filling the room with her scent. Then in the evening she would don a full latex bodysuit and serve as a centerpiece for a senator's private dinner. The guests would line up to eat caviar that cost more than her rent off of her. Sometimes slits would be cut in the suit so they could finger her pussy or have her eat them out.
Tonight, the black skirt rode up her ass as she oh-so-casually reached across the diameter of the round table to replace Bert's empty beer with a full bottle, making her host happy and giving the two men on either side an excellent view of her perfectly round ass. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Peter's hand raise before coming down to grope her half-exposed cheek. She moaned softly before pressing back into his palm. No one was even pretending to play card now, each one of them reaching for the money in the center to stuff bills into her shirt and panties.
While she was bent over the table Peter's hand wandered to rub her pussy through the white material of her underwear. She couldn't help but buck into the touch, which earned a round of laughter from the men. A grin cut through Peter's black stubble as his gaze grew hungry. When he withdrew his hand, Addison was left whining for more.
Sometimes she really loved her job. Her best friends affectionately referred to her as a Rent-A-Slut and they really weren't that far off. For a nice sum of money, Addison would show up to birthday parties, bachelor parties (although bachelorette parties tended to get much rowdier), the occasional divorce celebrations. Tonight, it was poker night. Customers had the option of selecting one of the outfits she already owned, which ranged from clubbing outfits to kinky costumes. Nurses and school girls were popular ones. But tonight, Bert had provided her outfit, a very snug maid's uniform. He'd surely seen her measurements listed on her profile on the Pretty Party website, which meant the skirt that was several inches too short was intentional. The outfit also barely covered her nipples as her breasts spilled out the side of the top.
The man on the other side of her, James, eyed her assets appreciatively.
