The Lesbian Debt (Chapter 22) - Succeeding At Work - Sex Stories

The Lesbian Debt (Chapter 22) - Succeeding At Work

... despite Laura's best efforts to wipe it with her hand and then lick her hand clean. But no one commented. There were two new customers - two women, at the same table. Laura hadn't seen women customers at the strip club before but she assumed the procedure was the same. The girls were pretty, one blonde and one a redhead. "Hi, I'm Laura and I'm a slut," she said to them, leaning over to let her swollen breasts hang down. "I like showing off my body. Do you like my fuckballoons?" The girls giggled, in a cruel, mocking way. "What a slut!" said one. "Yes, we like your fuckballoons," said the other in a patronising voice. "A vodka and lemonade for me, and Suzy will have a rum and coke." Laura took the orders to the bar, blushing, and passed them to Kelly, the blonde bartender. To her surprise, after Kelly poured the vodka and lemonade, she spat in it. "Are you allowed to do that?" Laura whispered. Kelly smiled. "I'm required to," she replied. "Management rules. Strip clubs are for demeaning women, he says, and that applies even if they're customers. If a girl comes here and orders a clear drink, we spit in it." "What if she orders a different drink?" Laura asked. "Well, if it's a milk drink, like a Bailey's or whatever, there's a little flask over there of pig sperm, and we mix some of that in." "Gross," said Laura, but secretly she wondered what that would taste like. "And if it's a dark drink," Kelly finished, pouring the rum and coke. "We..." She stopped and lowered the glass ...

... to between her legs. Kelly was working completely naked today and Laura could see her shaved cunt. As Laura watched, a thin trickle of yellow liquid escaped Kelly's groin and dripped into the glass. "You piss in it?" Laura asked, shocked. "Just a little," said Kelly. "Every girl who orders a drink here gets a little surprise, you see?" She passed the drinks to Laura. "If you end up working bar, you'll need to know this." Laura took the drinks silently, still working out how she felt about what she had just learned, and took them back to the two women. "Oh look, here comes fuckballons," the one called Suzy said, and her friend laughed, a mean, cruel laugh. Laura decided exactly how she felt about what she had just seen. "Your drinks, ladies," she said, and placed the tainted glasses on the women's table. Then she stood and watched as the brunette drank her glass of vodka, lemonade and spit, and her friend sipped at her rum, coke, and piss. Neither seemed to notice there was anything wrong with their drinks, but Laura felt happy deep inside knowing what they were drinking. "Feminist," a part of her mind thought, as Laura looked at the customers, and "independent women". Laura flinched uncomfortably, and spread her legs a little wider, and a vivid picture appeared in her mind of the brunette being slapped across the face by a naked man, and of the blonde having her large tits whipped by one of the Mayim Clinic's robot whipping machines. The images made Laura feel good, and she ...