Rita and the Boys!
It all started out innocently I guess. I was at the local watering hole with a group of friends. We are all middle-aged, successful businessmen (mostly salesmen) who have been friends for the past 12 or so years. All of us are happily married.
I tell you this so you can get a sense of us as just a bunch of guys that get together to have a few drinks and watch a football game.
We gather at this bar because they have a room full of televisions all tuned to various football games and as always, the Cleveland Browns were on the main 70 something inch wide screen TV . This particular Sunday, the Browns were playing the hated Pittsburgh Steelers. As always, these games bring out the "Man" in us.
What was unusual on this particular Sunday was that we were about the only people in the bar besides the Mark the Bartender and one very exciting waitress named Rita.
Rita is about 22 years old with beautiful long auburn hair that flows to the middle of her back. She could not have weighed more than 110 pounds and most of that had to be in her chest. This girl was really stacked. Although I never asked her, my guess would be 36c 22 34. Her tits were full and round mounds of pert flesh.
She would always cause a stir in the pants of any man in the room and because of her god given assets, it was common for her to receive large tips.
Being the group clown that I am, Rita and I often teased the hell out of each other. We both enjoyed the playfulness of the situation and the guys always seemed to laugh while watching me attempt to extricate myself from some verbal battle I had gotten myself into with Rita.
This day was no different as I explained to Rita the meaning of the word TIPS. She thought I was nuts when I told her that it stands for "To insure proper service".
But as usual, Rita had a comeback, she said, "well, then you should tip me before I serve you so that you are sure to get proper service". That's where my nasty mind took over. I told her "I could not possibly afford to tip her enough for the service I wanted".
With a total look of surprise on her face, she turned to me and said, "Try me"! Was this what I thought it was or was this more verbal battle? That's the question that haunted me during the first half of the game.
Rita continued to tease me every time she brought the drinks we ordered to the table. She would hand one of the other fellows a drink and in the process would lean over me and put her tits right in my face. As it turns out, this incidental contact was not lost on my group of friends.
As I said this group of my friends are successful businessmen and as such, when an opportunity appeared before any of us, it didn't fall on blind eyes.
Joe, the oldest of my friends at 52 asked Rita if she were willing to give us a half time show. She just looked at him and smiled with that beautiful mouth and asked, "What type of a show would you like"?
Joe is the consummate professional, and in a very matter of fact way, said that he wanted her to dance for us. Then it was Bill and Frank and Mark (not the bartender) all chiming in agreeing with Joe. I found myself jumping on the bandwagon as well.
Rita smiled and walked to the waitress station at the bar and summoned Mark the Bartender over for a discussion. We could not hear what she told him but by Marks reaction, she must have told him of our request. He stopped being amazed and started laughing. All we heard him say was, "Rita, are you sure?" Rita shook her head in the affirmative.
Mark shrugged his shoulders and circled the bar to lock the front door and pull the blinds down. We knew at this point that the fun was soon to begin.
Rita approached our table and said, "look guys, this will never happen again, and the only reason it may happen now is that the bar was empty except for us and that I need the money for school". The only thing I heard was "may happen" so I asked her what she meant by that. Rita explained that she would require a "Good" tip, otherwise, she could not insure proper service". My words came back to haunt me, but at this point I didn't care. If my friends and I would put up enough money, we would get to see that beautiful body. That was all that was on my mind at that moment.
I asked Rita what she would consider a proper Tip? She said, "Jimmy, that's for you to figure out".
I asked her to leave us to discuss this matter.
After some discussion, we decided on $100 per person making the total $600. I was proud of my friends for coming up with the money without so much as a whimper.
I motioned for Rita to come back to the table and as she approached I realized that I would pay more then we had collected just to see this lovely creature naked.
Joe explained that we had gathered $600 for her tip and that we would like the show to begin now.
Rita looked at me and smiled, she turned to the bartender and asked him to turn the TV sound down and play the song she told him about on the jukebox. Rita asked us to get out from around the table and line our chairs up in a row. Within seconds, the music was playing and Rita was moving in a very sexy way from guy to guy. As the first song came to an end, Rita once again turned to the bartender and asked for the next song. At this point she began removing articles of clothing very slowly in order to tease the shit out of us. I looked up and down the line and to a man, our trousers were tented and the looks on our faces were strained.