Authors note: this is totally fictional. It has group sex, anal, oral, humiliation, some racist comments, and I suppose cuckolding. if any of these offend you, then this story probably isn't for you.
My wife and I are in our mid fifties. Julie can still turn heads, even though she doesn't believe me. She is about five feet seven, 140 pounds, long toned legs, a nice ass, beautiful C cups and a lovely face with a witty personality. She always seems to find herself in some sticky situations and she has become very good at using her wits, (and sometimes her tits), to get out of it. When this happens and she comes back and we discuss it, we have some of the best sex of our lives. This was no exception.
We were going to the casino for another concert with our friends. On the day of the concert, something went wrong at my business and I had to go in for an emergency. I told Julie to ride with our friends and I would get there as soon as I could hoping to still make it in time. The casino is about an hour and a half away so it wasn't a real big deal for us to take our own car. It took longer than I thought it would and I didn't get to the casino and hotel until around eleven pm. As I was walking up to the hotel, a tribal police car pulled up and the driver got out and opened the back door and my wife got out. I overheard the police man say, "We sure enjoyed "having" you here again. Come back anytime. And if any of your friends do come and work the Palomino, I'm sure they'll make some money to," As he said that, he put air quotes around the word having.
I caught up with Julie before she got to the door and I asked her if everything was ok. She said, "well, it is now. I was able to make my bail."
"What does that mean?" I asked.
"Well, I got arrested for shoplifting after the concert and had to come up with $500 or I was going to have to spend 30 days in jail. They wouldn't take credit cards, it had to be cash and I didn't have any on me. However, they gave me an opportunity to try and raise it by working at a club. I was able to raise the $500 and was even able to keep it."
"Hmm. Well, do tell as I think this is going to be good," I said as we got in the elevator to head to our room.
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Julie started:
"After the concert on the way up to the room, we got separated and I was hungry so I stopped at the convenience store in the lobby. I was fairly drunk and grabbed a candy bar and thought I charged it to the room. As I walked out of the store, the Chief of Police was there and the clerk started yelling for him to stop me as I walked out eating a candy bar I didn't pay for."
He grabbed me and brought me back in and asked me what happened. "I grabbed a candy bar and charged it to my room. I then walked out and you grabbed me."
The clerk responded, "That's not what happened. You grabbed the candy bar, yelled at me to charge it to your room and walked out without telling me your room or showing my your room key. I saw the Chief walking by and shouted for him to stop you."
The Chief of Police said, "OK, you're under arrest for shoplifting." He then spun me around and handcuffed me. He took me upstairs to an office of some sort, and it looked familiar, it was then that I realized I had been in this room before, as I was in it last time we were here, remember? Anyway, the leader walked in and the Chief of Police briefed him on what happened."
The leader said, "I remember you, white slut. Evidently you didn't learn your lesson last time you were here on the reservation, you whites are not in charge, we are. So, I will pass the punishment. You can either spend thirty days in our jail or pay $500 right now."
"Obviously I don't have $500 on me as I had to charge a candy bar."
"Alright. I'll give you a chance to come up with it. You can go to our Palomino Club and wait tables to raise your $500 bail. It's a Saturday so you should be able to do it, but if you don't by the end of the night, jail."
The Chief then walked me out and put me in his car and started driving across the reservation.
"What is the Palomino Club?" I asked.
"It's a club for tribal members only, no whites allowed, except for service staff. Which by the way, you are now. In fact, we usually only use white women for service staff." He said as he chuckled to himself. "It can get a little crazy in there sometimes."
When we pulled up, there were only two cars in the parking lot. He said, "That's weird, usually on Saturday's this place is crazy. Oh well, not my problem. Let's go in and get you in uniform. It might be hard for you to make bail."
We walked in and there was one table of four guys up near what appeared to be a darkened stage and the bartender. Once we got to the bar, he took the handcuffs off and spoke to the bartender.
"Here's a service staff for you. Where is everybody?"
"Oh, the entertainment couldn't make it in tonight so everybody left early. They said they can drink at home for cheaper and if they aren't seeing naked women there was no point in staying. None of the servers would get up on the stage so everyone left. I cut the servers loose too. Those guys just walked in, they said they hit it big tonight with a scratch off ticket and were looking for a good time."
He continued, "Well, the changing room is over there. If you're going to work the floor, you have to be in uniform. I don't want to get in trouble with the Chief of Tribal Police here. When you are in uniform, you can wait on those guys. I'll let them know you'll be over shortly. The uniforms are hanging up. The ones still in wrappers just came back from the dry cleaners."
When I got in there, I saw the uniform rack and started looking for one in my size. I found one and pulled it off the rack and hung it up on a hook. As I took the wrapper off I realized that these uniforms were very revealing. Seeing no other choice I removed my street clothes and started to put the uniform on.
I put on the bustier. It had hook and loop fasteners up the front. It didn't have a top so my tits were pushed up and were totally exposed. I hoped there would be a shirt. There was a loop at the top right in front of each nipple, like a small elastic loop, but hard enough that I couldn't tuck it in and it was annoying. It occurred to me that these loops were to hold my nipples out and hard while I was working. So, I took each nipple and worked it through the loop and it felt much more comfortable and my nipples were now standing at full attention and weren't going to go down. It wasn't uncomfortable and was actually kind of arousing.
There was a shirt. Well, not much of a shirt as it was a white tank top, think Hooters type of shirt. Real tight and very thin. When I looked in the mirror, my nipples were clearly visible as they were being tugged by the loops and my areola were also visible. Literally nothing was hiding.
Last was a very short pleated skirt. When I pulled it on, it barely touched the tops of my thighs and just went to the bottom of the curve of my ass. This uniform certainly wasn't hiding much and I would have to be careful about bending over. When I put my heels back on, not big ones, just three inchers, my ass firmed up nicely. As I looked in the mirror at the total uniform, I felt pretty sexy and was ready to get my bail money.
When I came out and walked to the bar, the four guys at the table watched me the whole way. "This is a pretty skimpy uniform, is there more that I'm missing? I don't want to get in trouble with the police again."
"Nope, that's it. And, here on the reservation with the police here, literally anything you want to do you can," said the bartender.
"He's right. I won't give you any problems for anything you have to do to make your bail. Anything goes. Except for selling drugs, but I'm pretty sure you don't have any hidden in that skimpy outfit."
I walked over to the table and took their drink orders. The kitchen was closed and I wasn't sure how I was going to get $500 out of these guys just by moving drinks. As the bartender was making their drinks, I asked the Chief, "I can do anything here and not get in trouble? Like, can I get up on the stage and try and earn money that way?"
"Sure. You can get totally naked here on the reservation. These boys love seeing white pussy and tits. Hell, you can even do more than that if you want, white slut. Yeah, I remember you from a few months back. That's why I brought you to the leader instead of the jail straight away. I figured he would have a good idea of what to do with you instead of going through our tribal court system. Maybe doing what you did back then will get you enough money for bail."
When the bartender gave me the drinks, I asked him who was the DJ and he said he was at this point. I told him to turn the stage on and fire up the tunes.
As I approached the table, I noticed that the Chief was following me using his phone to take a video. "Sorry, the Leader always wants proof that law breakers pay their dues and earn their bails when he gives them a break. So, I will be taking video."
When I was setting the drinks down, the stage lit up and the music started. With how small the uniform is, one of the guys started rubbing his hand up the inside of my leg. As I made sure to lean over to the other side of the table to set the drinks down, instead of walking around, this gave him great access to my exposed ass. He took advantage of it and smacked me pretty good.
I squealed and jumped. I stood up and looked at him crossly, and then chuckled and said, "You can't play favorites, now you need to smack my other cheek. I can't have one red and one white." I bent over and gave him access to my other cheek and he smacked that one in the same manner. "Thanks, now I have two red hand prints on my ass."
He then said, "The stage just lit up and the music started, are you going to perform for us?"
"Well, that depends. How bad do you guys want to see me dance?" I figured I could just dance and they would throw money at me and maybe that would do it. They hooted and hollered their desire so I said, "Ok, I'll dance for you."
I got up on stage and started gyrating and dancing, making sure to show them lots of ass. As the first song ended, they each threw a dollar on the stage. I said, "come on, you gotta do better than that."
"No sweetie, you need to do better than that. Even though your shirt is pretty revealing and your skirt is nice and short, we need to see those white tits and ass. You want money, start losing clothes. The more you lose, the more we pay." His buddies were overjoyed with his remarks.
The next song started and I started the whole show. Removing my skirt and shirt, but leaving the bustier in place with my nipples firmly held by it. As that song ended I was wearing just my thong and the bustier. My tits were up and on display as the bustier hid nothing. They each threw a fiver. They could tell I wasn't happy with that number.
I came down off the stage and walked back to the table. "Seriously, I am almost naked and you guys only gave me $24 dollars."
"Well sweetie, if you want more, you have to do more. We still haven't seen your white pussy."
