The Lesbian Debt (Chapter 16) - Topless Waitress - Sex Stories

The Lesbian Debt (Chapter 16) - Topless Waitress

... sent?" the man asked. Laura wanted to say she wasn't a bitch, but starting an argument wasn't a way to start a new job, and she needed this job. "Yes," she said instead. "I'm Laura." "Laura's no good," he said. "It's not a stripping name. You can be Kitten Tits." "What?" asked Laura. "Don't 'what' me," the man replied, irritated. "You're already late to work. Next time you start at 5 pm, okay? Your name here is Kitten Tits. That's what you introduce yourself as, that's what you answer to. You don't use your real name because you don't want the customers following you home, okay?" "Okay," said Laura. She remembered her rule about calling her breasts degrading names, and wondered if she was allowed to say "Kitten Tits" or would have to say "Kitten Fuckhandles". She decided that Kitten Tits was probably okay in the context of her name. The man looked her over. "I'm Edgar, by the way," he said. "You take instruction from me. You don't answer to the other girls, you don't answer to the customers, got it?" "Got it," said Laura. "You're dressed okay, so you're obviously not completely stupid. Take off the shirt and I'll put it in the lockers for you, and then you're good to go." "Here?" asked Laura. Many of the nearby men were looking at her. "The whole point is for them to see your udders, Kitten Tits," said Edgar. Nervously, Laura unbuttoned her shirt and removed it. Her large, painfully chained breasts came into view. She heard some scattered applause from the nearby tables, ...

... and blushed. Edgar reached out and pulled at the chain connecting Laura's nipples. Laura squealed. "What's this?" he said. "It's a decoration," Laura replied. "I think it suits me, and I like it." Edgar laughed. "I think it suits you, too. Alright, you can chain up your tits like a goth if you want. Come on, I'll show you how to take orders and do bills." The man led Laura around the strip club. Laura tried to concentrate on the things she was being told, and not the exposed female flesh around her. On stage, the brunette brought herself to a noisy orgasm, gathered up the money around her, and retreated through a door to what was presumably the backstage. Another girl, a redhead, came out wearing a bra and panties, and began to dance on the pole, slowly peeling off her underwear to reveal her breasts and twat. Laura was introduced to the bartenders - tonight, a blonde named Kelly and a brunette named Tania, both of them with large fake breasts - and she was told how to greet the customers. "You're to say, 'Hello, my name is Kitten Tits,'" Edgar told her. "And then you tell them something pornographic about yourself, like, 'I like being fucked in the ass.' Then you ask them if they like your tits. If they say yes, you say thank you, and if they say no, you tell them you'll try hard to have worthwhile tits in the future. And then you lean right down so your tits are in their face, and you ask them what you can get them from the bar. They might grab your tits or your ass. They're ...