--- Week 3 -- Saturday ---
Jessica Addams, senior consultant, head of change management department. That was what my business card said. Watching me right now, though, that couldn't be further from the way I looked. Missy Bitchface, stripper coug, simple-minded waitress. That was what my outfit said. Somehow, it sounded a lot more suitable.
It was Saturday night and I was standing in the kitchen of the 'Yamos' fraternity. My intern Matt was throwing a birthday bash or rather a 'booze 'n bitches party' as the frat boys liked to call it. I was here as Matt's birthday gift having to serve the fratsters like a waitress. Therefore, my intern had dressed me up in a breastaurant uniform comprising a too-small white tank top, bright orange polyester booty shorts, and white, high-heeled wedge sneakers. As if the uniform wasn't sexist enough, the white tank top was also drenched with piss because Matt had peed all over it moments ago.
Walking into the kitchen, I bumped into Justin. Matt had given me a quick break to freshen up so it was obviously his turn to fetch some new beverages. When I bumped into the slimeball, I knew exactly what I was supposed to do. However, I hesitated.
I didn't want to do it. Just the sheer thought was too embarrassing. After all, I had my pride. Nonetheless, I didn't want to defy Matt. It was too unseemly. After all, I was Matt's serving hoe today.
"Hiii Justin!" I greeted my rude intern after I had managed to gulp down my aversion. "How do you like my uniform? I got a new one from Matt."
OMG! What a sorry excuse! I had tried to say what I was supposed to say, but I hadn't been able do it. I was too nervous.
"You should wear it to work next week, dollie. Suits you better than those lady's suits." Justin responded with a chuckle.
His remark made my cheeks flush red even though I was already deeply embarrassed,. This was such a nasty suggestion. It totally misjudged my position as business executive.
"You know, this is Matt's special uniform." I tried to follow the birthday boy's instruction.
However, I was still humming and hawing, because I couldn't bring myself to say the dreaded words aloud.
"Why don't you open a new bottle of bubbly for me, Justin, and I fill the tray for you." I tried a new approach.
"You're a lil party slut, ain't you, Hooters?" My rude intern replied. "Hadn't expected you to be so chill, Miss Prim 'n Proper."
"The dudes graduated from beer to shots, though." He told me. "Time for some jagger bombs."
At least, he opened the champagne bottle while I gathered shot glasses and a Jägermeister bottle. When I was finished, Justin handed me a glass filled with bubbly and I quickly downed it. I didn't even think about taking a nip. My heart was still beating in my throat and I needed something to calm my nerves.
Whew! There it was. The mellow feeling of tipsiness returned. Everything became so woozy again.
"You know, Justin, this uniform's so special 'cause Matt marked it." I was finally able to gush out the words.
"He peed all over my tanky. Hihihi!" I giggled, pointing to the dark stain on my top with my fake-nailed index fingers.
"So Matt finally marked his territory!" Justin remarked. "You're his bitch now, huh?"
"Um, for the party... I guess." I responded feeling duped.
I hadn't thought about the consequences yet. After all, D-Rod was my man, not Matt, and I didn't want it to change. I had to point that out to the birthday boy.
"Let's drink to that, piss bitch!" Justin suddenly exclaimed.
He poured a shot of Jägermeister and handed me the drink. I wasn't so sure if I wanted to drink to being Matt's piss bitch. I mean, that name sounded demeaning as hell, right? Before I knew better, though, the bitter liquid burned down my throat.
Whew! It had an immediate effect. Everything became lotsa mellower, and woozier, and really buzzy. Come on everybody, let's crank it up! Tihi!
Taking the full tray, I followed Justy and tottered into the leisure room. Stepping into the room, I noticed that neither Matty nor Tay were present. I guess they had stayed in the entertainment room. The fratties didn't really take notice of me at first. After all, it was just the serving wench coming by to serve new beverages, right?
The leisure room looked literally like any boys' dream. A ping-pong table was placed in the middle, like taking center stage of the room. Stuff like two pinball machines lined the front side and a dartboard hung on the end side. On each sidewall stood a gray sofa that looked like it was super old and super worn-out. The bunch of dudes was gathered around the ping-pong table. Of course, they were playing beer pong with ten red plastic cups on each side.
"Jagger bombs! Who's up for jagger bombs from a slut bomb?" Justy called out when we reached the table.
That totally got the boys' attention. Stopping their game, the fratties mustered me. Feeling their eyes on my white tanky, I knew what I had to do even if it was so degrading, like mega degrading.
"Hey boys, see my tanky, like totally wet?" I purred. "It's 'cause Matty peed all over it. Hihihi! He marked me as his birthday pissy bitch."
Phew! This was so easy now. Why had it been so difficult before?
"Ahahaha! Pissy bitch! Ahahaha! What a dumb slut!" The fratties' roaring laughter rang in my ears.
I didn't really listen to their shouts, though, handing out a jagger shot for each dude instead.
"Bros! Betcha Hooters can't wait to get our piss, too!" A fratster called Cody exclaimed. "We take a jagger bomb 'n Missy Bitchface takes a pissy bomb! Hehehe!"
"Ahahaha! Pissy bomb! Ahahaha! Pissy bomb!" The frat boys laughter totally swelled some notches so I couldn't miss hearing it.
"Ummm... nooo! Ewww!" I totally scrunched my nose in response. "That's, like, grody to the max! You know, it's only for the birthday boy, fer shur!"
"Hehehe! Wait 'til it's my birthday, Hooters! Hehehe!" That fratster Cody snorted.
"Hey bitch, I heard you joined the drinking game over in the clubroom?" Justy changed the subject while the bunch of fratties continued laughing their asses off.
