I was bartending at the Seaside again and flirting with a few guys at the bar. It's fun and gets me good tips. We were buying each other shots and laughing a lot about silly stuff. They could hardly take their eyes off me, which kept it interesting. I chose a mini skirt and cropped top that night, and I thought I looked pretty hot, even if I say so myself.
I mentioned how I was looking for someplace fun to go with my 'boyfriend'. One of them, I think his name was Bob, suggested a tiki bar north of where we live. They said it was kind of cheesy with lots of parrots, but they had live music on Fridays and Saturdays, along with some fun events.
"Like what?" I asked.
"You know, just some silly stuff." One of the others said. "One time, they had a Cherry Stem Knot contest. You get a cocktail cherry with a stem, put it in your mouth. Then you have to tie the cherry stem into a knot inside your mouth. No hands."
I giggled. "Ooo, I can practice that now!" I took a cherry, made a little sexy show of putting it in my mouth, ate the cherry, and spent the next few minutes trying to use my teeth and tongue to tie the stem into a knot. It was fun, and I did manage to do it eventually.
"You must have a talented tongue." Bob said.
"You have no idea." I winked.
"Anyway, it's a fun night." One of the others said. "You should go."
I thanked them for the advice and told Willy about it when I got home.
"The Freaky Tiki." He nodded. "I've heard of it."
"Really? What have you heard?" I asked.
"Well, it tends to get pretty rowdy." He said.
"Rowdy, how?" I asked.
"Well, I heard they had a game called Cold Lemons." He grinned. "They take a frozen lemon and put it up the leg of the guy's pants or shorts. Then the girl has to move it up the leg and down the other, with no hands."
I loved that idea. "Fun, fun!" I giggled.
"I hear the music is good, and the drinks aren't watered down."
"Let's go check it out." I said. "If nothing else, we'll have a good night of music."
Willy agreed and we decided on a Friday night to give us a recovery day in case we needed one.
The whole week before, I did research online. I found some pictures and reviews, and it looked great. They seemed a mostly younger crowd with a few older ones thrown in. I found pics of some games and contests, and it really looked like great fun.
Then I read a couple reviews. Most were five stars, and I read some of those, but I wanted to see what people didn't like. In one, they said there was minimal parking, and that they had to park in the beach lot, and walk the sandy beach to get there. I actually thought that was neat.
In another review, the couple said it was too wild. It started off fun and silly, but by the end of the night, they had to leave because girls were getting topless.
Another review said the atmosphere wasn't good for a date. Too much going on, and too little moderation.
This sounded great to me.
When Friday finally came, I made us reservations at a restaurant near the Freaky Tiki, and I got all dolled up. I did my hair, so it hung in waves around my neck, did my eyes extra heavy on the eyeliner, then picked out a super cute miniskirt and snug top that showed a very generous bit of cleavage. I finished it off with some sexy heels and Willy's jaw dropped when he saw me. Mission accomplished.
We got some interesting looks as I entered the restaurant, but we got our table and a really great meal. Then we parked at the beach and walked to the Freaky Tiki with my heels in hand.
The place was hopping, and I loved the over-the-top tiki themed décor. Wooden parrots, inflatable parrots, parrot paintings and photos. Parrots everywhere. I thought it was cute.
As I looked around the place, I noticed quite a few girls in white t-shirts. I thought maybe it was planned, like maybe they were all friends, but as I watched, that seemed less likely. I figured it was a coincidence and thought nothing more about it.
Willy went to the bar to get us a couple drinks, and I found a couple seats at a high-top table. Willy got back with our drinks and just a few minutes later, three familiar faces waved and came over. Bob (I thought), and his two friends. Well, it turned out the name was Rob, so I was close. And his wing men were CJ and Mark. I introduced them to 'my boyfriend' Willy, and I told Willy that these were the guys who told me about this place.
Willy invited them to join us, and we crowded around the little table, hip to hip. I was loving the attention, as usual, when I felt a hand on my ass. I casually looked to my left and found it was Rob's hand, and he flashed me a 'don't tell' smile. I thought it was harmless enough, so I let him. A minute later I felt a hand on the other side, where CJ stood. I wriggled a bit, arching my back and giving them a little more of my ass to grab. Wearing thong panties left both cheeks bare, which only turned me on more. I caught Willy's eye, flicked a look to my left, then right, and winked at him. I think he got the idea.
Suddenly there was a fanfare by the band, and some guy in a tacky Hawaiian shirt called for attention.
"Who's that?" I asked.
"Oh, that's mister Kardis." Rob said. "He's the owner.
"It's contest time again, folks!" he called out. "As some of you clearly know..." he looked around at all the white t-shirts and grinned, "tonight is our Wet T-Shirt contest." The girls all cheered and clapped. "Tonight's prize is two hundred dollars cash, and a voucher for five free drinks!"
Another cheer rang out and the t-shirted girls all started gathering together.
"Oh, damn." I pouted. "Had I known..."
"Hey, MC!" Willy called out. "Got any loner t-shirts?" He then stepped away from the table and held a hand to me.
I giggled and took his hand. He pulled me out into the open, and Kardis grinned at me. "We sure do!" he waved for me to approach. "Come on up here, darlin."
I rolled my eyes at Willy, and went on over. "Come with me, little sweet cakes and we'll get you all squared away."
He took me by the hand and hurried me behind the bar to a store room. "What's your name, honey?"
"Lisa." I said.
"Well, Lisa. I'm gonna guess you're what. A size 5, 6?"
"Um, a size 6." I said.
"Well, don't matter. T-shirts come in S, M, L and... XL." He snickered. "So, give that one a try." And he tossed a new, still in the wrapping extra-large sleeveless white t-shirt.
"I'm not extra-large!" I protested.
"It ain't the size of the t-shirt that matters, Lisa honey."
I sighed. "Where do I change?"
He folded his arms and grinned at me. "I promise I won't touch nothin."
I smirked, but getting naked for spectators wasn't a problem for me. I removed my top and put on the t-shirt, and then I understood. My breasts were nearly showing on either side, and I figured when this thing got wet, I'd have nowhere to hide.
Kardis grinned and nodded. "You look fine as a spring day. Now, let's get you out there."
I came out and got a cheer from my table of admirers, and that caused the rest of the bar to take up the cheer as well. I threw up my arms and gave a turn, and I was sure my tits were visible to everyone for a second.
"Alright, ladies. Last chance to withdraw." Kardis said. "Otherwise, get on the line."
We all quickly lined up. There looked to be about a dozen of us, all different heights, weights, and cup sizes. I just looked around and knew I had no chance of winning this contest, but I wanted to do it just the same.
"That's what I like to see. No quitters!" He clapped and we all got a cheer from the crowd. He then went from left to right, hanging a little necklace with a number tag around each of our necks. I got 9. One of my favorites.
"Gentlemen? If you, please." He said, and half a dozen busboys and the two bartenders, each holding two beer pitches full of ice water, got in a line in front of us. I was shivering just thinking about all that cold water poured over my tits.
"Are we ready?" Kardis shouted. The whole bar shouted, "Ready!"
"One, two, and Pour!" Kardis called out, and the young guy in front of me poured the whole pitcher over me. Shoulders to skirt was drenched, and I covered up instinctively from the freezing cold water. My nipples immediately stood at attention, and I heard all the other girls reacting much the same way.
At this point, I was pretty sure who was going to win. A tall, leggy, Asian girl with a very pretty face and flawless breasts about three times bigger than mine, was a real standout.
I looked down, and gasped. The other girls had cotton shirts, and they were mostly see through when wet, but my shirt was so sheer, It looked like I was wearing wet tissue paper. Every detail of my tits was visible, even the little dolphin tattoo curving around the areola of my breast. I felt so exposed in a bar full of hungry eyes, and I loved it.
"Alright, every drink is a vote, people." Kardis shouted over the crowd. "Just get the number of the girl you want to vote for... if she'll give it to you..." he chuckled and got some laughs from the bar. "And when you buy a drink, tell your bartender what number you vote for."
I weaved through the crowd, getting a lot of appreciative and some lude remarks, until I reached our table. Our three new friends stared at my cold, erect nipples trying to tear holes in my shirt, and Rob said, "I'm getting a drink."
His two friends followed right behind.
Willy came over and tugged on my t-shirt, and let it stick against me again, grinning. "Nice, babe." He grinned.
"These are nice." I smiled, "But those are magnificent." I nodded at the tall Asian girl who was attracting men like moths to a flame.
"Yeah, but I doubt they're real." He said. "I like au natural."
