A Hard Nights Work - Sex Stories

A Hard Nights Work

Two months since my promising career in banking had crashed and burned. Two months since that fateful day when our department manager had called all the interns to the conference room and shattered our lives. The bank was very sorry but business needs dictated that they relocate the business to a country with more favourable tax and business regulations. The senior management would relocate too and quite a lot of the middle management, but the interns? Well it was nice knowing us and thanks for all our hard work, blah blah blah. My severance package was all but gone; it was hardly generous to start with. The banking market was flooded with graduates and snagging a new career was not going to be easy. The interns that I had kept in touch with were now taking jobs as waiters, bar staff etc. and me? Well, this career opportunity was not going on my Facebook page anytime soon. It was my second week waitressing at a new sports bar, and I was still trying to feel comfortable in the new uniform: black baseball boots, thigh high black sports socks, really clingy Lycra shorts and a silky skin tight basketball vest that was knotted beneath my breasts. Don’t get me wrong, I’m tall and taut, a real gym bunny, until the corporate membership was cancelled. Long in the leg and full in the bust with 34d boobs and a real tight ass. But it’s a long way from designer business suits and heels. The job wasn’t too bad, even if you did end the shift sweaty and aching. But the hours were actually ...

... shorter than a banking intern’s. I spent my shifts seating patrons, fetching drinks and providing table service. Oh and getting hit on, and my ass touched, so many times you stopped noticing on a busy shift. One guy went for a full on grope as I served his table, actually cupped my mound! I was so shocked I dropped a drink in his lap. “Oh sir I am sooo sorry, please excuse me,” I sighed and red wine’s such a bitch to get out. Anyway it was late evening and I’d been covering table 29, a large table in the back area of the bar. It was mainly men but there were a few women too, all dressed in semi smart casual wear. Looking at the hairstyles, short and practical I was guessing they were a squad from the nearby police station, drinking fairly hard and letting off steam but staying in line. I was just clearing glasses from their table when I felt a hand on my thigh, just lightly caressing the rear of my thigh where it flares out to my butt cheek. Strange thing was that I was standing between two of the girls in the group, a tactical manoeuvre of mine since the guy with the red wine. I didn’t react I just glanced to my left. The blonde was holding her beer and gesturing with her other hand, so it must have been the redhead who was now stroking my ass. I had clocked her as she walked in, leather trousers and a sheer green top, her red hair in a choppy cut. As I stepped away from the table her hand lingered and then she turned to me, natural as anything and asked for the ladies room. I ...