by Lexi Hots
“This shit ain’t easy. You’ll be on your feet for long hours, and I meant it when I called these guys bastards. You gotta watch your back. We’re all family here, but in these parts you can’t fully trust your family. Know what I’m sayin?” I just nodded. I really didn’t have any clue, but I was picking up pieces. “Now here is the deal. Most of the money you’ll make is from tips. The more you flirt, the more you make. It's a simple formula. You don’t have to be no mathematiculus or whatever to figure that one out. And you gotta show more skin than you are now. Get yourself a good push up bra and show those puppies off. They’re huge, these guys will be drooling, you can clean house.”
I followed her around, making mental notes of everything she said. “You’re lucky. You got tits and an ass. I don’t know why you have pants on, you gotta show that off too. I don’t have anything on my backside, just a flat piece of fat. I still make do. You can really clean house, I’m serious. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be. Be friendly, talk to people, pour beers and look sexy. It can get old, but it makes great money.”
Somehow through her ramblings, things were starting to make sense. I certainly was no stranger to showing off my body, and it would be refreshing to be providing an actual service instead of just fucking people for their money. Right then, I decided that I would at least give the job a trial run.
***
For my first shift, I wore the skimpiest outfit I could find. I picked a pair of hot pink spandex shorts that I usually used for running and paired them with a plain black shirt with an extremely low neckline. The vast majority of my wardrobe malfunctions had occurred in this shirt, so I knew I had to be careful.
I was shocked to find myself working alone. I expected to be working with Meg or another bartender, but as I learned there weren’t many others working there. Two of them had moved a few weeks previously, leaving Meg to man the bar by herself most of the time. The other girl that worked there was part time and only came in on weekends and the afternoon. My presence meant Meg was getting her first day off in weeks.
While Meg wasn’t there, Moose was. He sat at the corner of the bar and welcomed me as I came in. “Good to see you, we’ve been waiting for someone to pour our drinks. You’ve got quite the challenge ahead of you, I’m sorry that you have to do this by yourself to start. Can you handle it?”
“Yes, of course.” I didn’t like when people doubted me.
“Good, cause we need you!” As I turned around to look back at the bar, it was clear that they actually had been waiting. Everyone pushed up against the men who were sitting in stools, holding money out and trying to get my attention.
I looked back at them, realizing for the first time how overwhelming it must be for bartenders. I had snuck into my fair share of clubs and bars, but was always annoyed when bartenders didn’t serve everyone perfectly in order. As I looked at all the men and women, there was no way for me to tell who had been there first, and they all eagerly awaited their drinks.
Luckily for me, Moose was looking out for me and announced to everyone that the first hour of my shift would be exclusively beer. Other drinks besides water and pop would have to wait. This helped me tremendously with getting situated, but I still struggled to keep up. The one part that Meg hadn’t talked to me about was collecting the money, which was difficult for me at first. I had never been great at math, so quickly figuring out change was not a strong suit for me. Even with my poor math skills, it was apparent that the amount of money sliding into my tip jar was growing quickly.
As I continued to serve, I was confused as I saw men adding tips to the jar even when they weren’t getting drinks. I didn’t have time to stop and figure out why they were doing it because I was too busy rushing from one customer to the next, but a crowd was crowing that seemed to be doing nothing but watching me. This propelled me to work harder, as I thought they were evaluating my performance.
As I finally seemed to catch up with all the backorders, I found myself with a brief lull and enough time to take a break. I turned around to fix my hair in the mirror, and that's when I saw what all the commotion was about. In all my rushing, I had failed to notice that my right breast had popped out of my shirt. I had no idea how long it had been out or how I hadn’t noticed, but it was fully out and exposed to everyone. I’m not talking about some small amount of nipple, my whole breast was actually out.
Blood rushed to my face as I pushed it back inside my shirt. My back was to the men behind me, but an audible groan rose from them as they saw what I did. I turned to where Moose was sitting, hoping he hadn’t seen, but he was already giving me the okay symbol with his right hand. I walked over to him to see what he meant.
“Most tenders don’t pull that trick till they’ve been around the block a few times.”
“It wasn’t on purpose.” I could feel my face burning.
“I can tell. Nothing to worry about, I think you’ll find that it was more worthwhile than what you were doing before.” He gestured to the tips. It was actually overflowing. “Plus, we encourage that type of stuff around here, unofficially of course. Hell, look at those two.” He gestured to a man and a woman in a booth to his left.
I stared at them for a moment. At first glance it just looked like they were sitting on each other’s laps and talking, but as I watched them, I noticed the distinct rocking back and forth that could only mean they were having sex. I turned to him, aghast and not believing that was happening. That was more than even I was used to seeing. There were so many other people.
“They’re actually being discreet, we tend to be pretty public around here. I don’t mind, especially as long as my gang don’t either.” I had never considered the group a gang, or Moose to be anything more than a bar owner, but the more I thought about it, the more I remembered people giving him an odd amount of respect.
That moment changed things for me. I don’t know why, but it made me feel more comfortable. The rest of the day I felt much looser, and realized that there wasn’t much I could do to screw things up, as long as I was nice. Based on Meg, I didn’t really even have to be nice, I just had to be flirty and fun, and as foul mouthed as possible.
Things were looking up.
***
Over the next few months, Moose became a mentor then a friend. He helped me get out of a very dark time in my life, and I was making better money than I ever thought possible. Before long, we were spending so much time together that other members of his gang would refer to me as his wife.
The truth was that I would have killed for that to be true. From pretty early on, I found a sexual attraction towards him growing within me. It wasn’t just that he saved me and helped turn my life around. Something about his huge body, rugged masculinity, yet gentle interior drove me wild. He looked as though he could ravish me sexually, yet had a sensitive side that was there any time I needed anything.
But he never seemed to feel the same towards me. He frequently referred to me as sexy, alluding to how much everyone would love an outfit I chose to wear, but never made any moves on me. Plenty of other men did, but I turned them all down hoping Moose would somehow realize how bad I wanted him.
As time went by, I wanted him more and more. The time I spent working at the bar was the longest dry spell I had ever been through sexually. It started because I didn’t have time, but continued because I held out hope that I could make Moose mine. I didn’t want to jeopardize any chance I may have had with him by fucking one of his friends.
With my sexual urges driving me crazy, I resolved to take matters into my own hands and try to seduce him on a night I knew we would both be at Full Throttle. Over the months I had been working, I had made notes as to what outfits Moose commented on the most. I knew the one that he really thought ‘would drive the others crazy’ was my tight top that served as a band around my breasts, and the neon pink shorts I had worn my first day. This combo left little to the imagination. The top covered only my breasts, leaving my stomach completely exposed. It was so
tight that huge amounts of cleavage exploded out the top, and I could control the amount of nipple I wanted to let people ogle at.
This night I didn’t want to give anyone else a view, just Moose. As I walked in to start my shift, I decided to start things off with a bang. He sat in his usual corner, and I approached him.
“Fuck, there is some thread in my top that keeps jabbing me. I can’t find it.” With that, I flipped my top the whole way off my breasts, acting like I was looking for the imaginary thread. I made sure to shift back and forth, allowing my breasts to knock into each other and bounce around.
Moose, who had seen me plenty of times, was still clearly thrown by this. I was so close to him, and positioned so anyone else would only be seeing my back. I really milked the moment for all the tension I could create.
“Ah, here.” I began rubbing at the inner side of my left breast, acting like I was pulling at some invisible object. I really squeezed it around, knowing Moose’s eyes were glued to me. After a few moments, I pulled my hands up and looked down.
“Did I get it?”
Moose cleared his throat. “I didn’t see anything to begin with.”
I gave him a seductive look. “Oh? Perhaps you weren’t focusing on the right place.” I purposefully jiggled my breasts as I pulled my top back up. He was clearly uncomfortable and not sure what to make of the situation. I had been very forward, and had never just let my boobs dangle in his face like that before.
As the night progressed, it was apparent I had gotten under his skin. His eyes never left me the entire time I worked. I would occasionally look over and give him a wink, trying to continue his confusion. Anytime I had to get something from a lower shelf, I would turn my ass to him and bend over slowly, allowing him to take in every curve of my body, as my shorts left nearly nothing to the imagination.
Meg joined me the hour before we usually picked up in business. She noticed from the beginning that something was up. “What’s gotten into to Moose over there, he can’t take his eyes of you.”
I played innocent. “I haven’t noticed.”
“Well it’s no secret he wants you, but he normally keeps it a little more hidden than that.”
I felt my heart skip a beat. This had been a secret to me. “What do you mean he wants me?”
“What the fuck does it sound like sweetheart? That man has wanted you from the day he saw you. You’ve put some spell over him. Haven’t you heard of the old rituals?”
“No, what do you mean?”
“Fuck, of course you haven’t. Don’t you ever eavesdrop on people around here? Moose used to be as bad as any of these dirty mutts here. Fighting, sex, you name it. He's cleaned up his act with you around. I’m sure if you asked him he’d say it's unrelated, but he’d be lying.”
Armed with this new information, I suddenly didn't feel like I had to trick him any more. I just needed to let him know that I wanted him too. There were multiple ways I could have gone about this, but I was horny and wanted him bad.
On my next break, I decided to throw everything on the table. I walked back over to where he sat and leaned against the bar. “So Meg says you used to be misbehaved before I showed up, what's that about?”
Moose took a chug of his beer in order to cover his face. As he set his mug back on the table, he opened his mouth to say something, but he appeared lost for words. The sexual tension between us was palpable, and I wanted to take advantage of this while I could and leave a lasting impression.
I tried to think of the filthiest things I could say to him as I had a lot of pent up sexual energy. I leaned across the bar, hoping the right words would come out. A part of me wanted to back out and preserve any dignity I had, but I was driven by pure desire.
“Moose, I want to see that part of you. I want you to fuck me. I can’t stop thinking about you at night. I lay up rubbing my clit every night thinking of these strong arms.” I squeezed his arms. He hadn’t stopped me or even reacted at all, so I kept going. “Moose I want you. Please take me home with you tonight. Use me.”
I pulled away now. Our eyes locked as I did. Something changed inside him. The kind eyes I was used to seeing were gone, replaced with ones full of lust. His nostrils flared as he stared at me, and his eyes continued to hold my stare. They penetrated me, searching for some sign that I didn’t mean what I just said, but I did. I meant every word. I can only imagine that my eyes betrayed the same lust that his did.
I could tell immediately that I was getting fucked that night. What I didn’t realize was how soon that would be. His gaze was finally broken when he stood upright and walked inside the bar. He approached me, put one arm around my waist, then picked me up, carrying me horizontally.
I felt weightless in his strong arms, and was excited that I would be going home with him so soon. Moose had other plans. We walked through the bar as everyone fell silent. I expected them to cheer, or otherwise make comments about what we were clearly going to do, but they didn’t. They started forming a bubble around us.
Instead of heading to the door, Moose carried me to the pool table in the very middle of the room. With his free hand he brushed the cue ball into a corner pocket, then swung me up and on to the table. I was now laying on my back, unsure of what was going on.
I laid there looking at him, and he continued to look right into my eyes. I felt naked to him, and not because I barely wore any clothes. It felt like he could see my past, present, and future as he looked at me, my history and ambitions all bared to his penetrating stare.
Before long I was also literally naked. His strong right arm reached to my top and for a moment seemed like he intended to rip it off my body. In that moment I yearned for him, finding just the thought of him doing so extremely sexy. He hesitated, deciding to pull it over my head instead, likely because he didn’t want to ruin his favorite top of mine. My pants came next.
There was no longer any doubting what was happening. I was laying fully nude on a pooltable, surrounded by patrons of the bar. This must have been part of the rituals that Meg referenced, because no one seemed to be finding this the least bit odd.
I watched as Moose began fumbling with his belt. As he opened it, he pulled his pants down just enough to allow his cock to spring out. I had envisioned this moment on many lonely nights, but never expected him to be as big as he was. He was already throbbing, and absolutely massive. I had seen my fair share of dicks, and his rivaled any of them. It was perfect.
While I normally like being warmed up with a tongue, the situation didn’t call for it. I wanted him inside me right then, with no time wasted on formalities or foreplay. I spread my legs, inviting him to enter me. As he stepped forward, I wrapped both legs around his back and pulled him in even faster.
Moose lined himself up and plunged his dick inside me. Now the cheers came. I was vaguely aware of people beginning to chant “Moose,” but didn’t pay them much attention. While crowds are something I have learned to enjoy, in that moment I only cared about one man and that was the man inside me.
His penis fit inside me perfectly. He hit extremely deep, giving me a pleasant fullness when at its deepest. As he stretched me wider and wider, a healthy amount of friction was applied to all my most sensitive areas.
I reveled in the sensations his cock was giving me. It had been so long since I had gotten off in any way other than masturbation that it was clear I wouldn’t last long. I shocked even myself when I began orgasming only a few minutes after we started.
My legs shook and my back arched, but Moose didn’t stop pounding me. He was like a train, continually pushing forward with immense power. While I am typically not vocal, I found myself moaning audibly, and not because I had an audience.
The moans were the result of a mixture of pain and pleasure that had me feeling things I wasn’t used to. Moose knew how to fuck, and wasn’t holding anything back. At times I thought he would be too much for me to handle, yet moments later I found myself hoping that the night never ended.
When my second orgasm started drawing close, I could tell Moose was close as well. He got this look in his eye, wild with desire and an intense focus on something unseen by me. I watched him, marveling at the leverage his strong arms were able to provide him by gripping the side of the pool table.
The gravity of my situation began dawning on me. I had been so obsessed by my lust for Moose, I hadn’t really stopped to consider that I was being fucked on a pool table with dozens of others watching and cheering us on. Their screams began registering in my otherwise fogged brain.
“Give her hell Moose.”
“Moose. Moose. Moose.”
“Cum on her titties!”
Listening to their calls pushed me even closer to the edge. I knew I would be extremely sensitive after I came a second time, so did my best to hold back. Under the unrelenting pounding of his penis, I failed to last more than a minute more.
As pleasure started washing over my body, I clamped down on his dick from the inside. The increased friction must have pushed him further, as he moved to pull out like he was going to listen to the one man and cum on my chest.
