The hostess smiled and winked at Sam after she’d sat the four guys in the booth vacated by the cowboy and his wife.
“Alrighty, sugar,” one of the businessmen said as she came over to check on them and hand them the bill. “Thank you for taking care of us and you have a good night,” one of them said, obviously the CEO or President; someone important at least.
“Thank you,” she said, smiling and grabbing the bill and cash after they’d left. She quickly went over to Kara’s section and gave her the bill. Kara thanked her then went back to flirting with the guests.
Her stomach still in knots, Sam went and checked on everyone else as two or three more of her tables cleared. After a few minutes, she knew she eventually had to go back and help Marley and his friends. Sighing and steeling herself, she briefly stopped at the first table with the two men that had come in.
“My friend doesn’t believe that we can buy your top for an hour,” the second guy said, smiling widely. “Is that still something that we can do?”
Sam smiled, swearing loudly and very unladylike inside. She really didn’t want to take her top off at that moment, not with her classmates there.
“It’s absolutely true,” she said, playing up her response for the two men. “I’ll let you have it for an hour for $100,” she said, silently praying and begging that he didn’t want to spend that much.
“Well then,” the first guy said, smiling quietly, “We’re almost done here, so how about $50 for thirty minutes,” he said.
Sam grimaced internally again but forced a smile and nodded. “I can do that,” she said. The man stood, smiling and went around to the back of her. She wondered for a second what he was doing until she felt his hands on the back of her top. She spun around quickly and shook her head. “Hands off, bad boy,” she said, shaking her finger. “I’ll let you have it, but you’ve got to give me the money first.”
The man smirked and shrugged, pulling out a $50 dollar bill and handing it to her. Still swearing silently, Sam smiled again and untied the front of the top letting it spill away from her bra.
“Aww man,” the first guy said. “Kimber never wears a bra.”
Sam wasn’t done yet though, and reached back, undoing her bra as well. She went over to the waitress area and stuffed her bra down in a corner, then went back, handing her top over to the man.
“Nice,” the man said, smiling widely. “Those are definitely some grade A titties!”
Sam smiled, trying to avoid smacking the lech in the face and said a quiet “Thank you.” She stood there for a moment and let the two men look, dreading turning around and facing Marley and the other guys.
Finally, having no other recourse but to accept her fate, she took a deep breath and turned.
The four faces, three of which she knew the names of, were all smiling widely and looking over at her.
She looked down and saw Marley looking up at her and trying his best not to look down at her breasts. A little part of her heart melted just then, and she smiled, rolling her eyes. He looked like he was straining not to look, though the other three guys were practically drooling over them. She found his reaction somehow disarming and a little relaxing and laughed.
“Jesus, Marley,” she said. “You can look.” She sighed, looking toward the ceiling for a moment before shaking her head at him. He looked down for all of three seconds and then back up, saying, “Nice!”
She smirked and shook her head. “Hi guys, welcome to Double D’s. My name is Samantha and I’ll be looking after you tonight.”
“Goddamn,” Murphy said, smiling widely and still staring at her breasts. She smirked and looked down and then back up at him with a raised eyebrow.
“They don’t do tricks,” she deadpanned, drawing a laugh. “What can I get you guys and don’t say alcohol because I know you’re not twenty-one.”
Marley laughed and pointed at Kev, who looked a little disappointed.
“Dude, you’re getting to see tits, let it go,” the fourth guy said.
“Freddy, this is Samantha. She’s in our History class on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays,” Marley said. “Sam, this is Freddy.”
“Nice to meet you, Freddy,” she said. “Drinks boys, I’ve got other tables.” It came off as more impatient than she’d intended, but Sam was actually having a little fun despite the initial awkwardness of the whole situation.
The guys quickly ordered and Sam went to put in the drink order with Toni. She rounded the bar and then realized that Toni hadn’t seen her like this yet.
“Holy shit!” Toni said, grinning widely. She lunged over the bar then and reached out, grabbing on to Sam’s nipples and pulling.
“Ouch!” Sam said, holding her breasts as pain shot through them. She felt the thrum of something deeper though and forced the feeling back down. She looked up, glaring at Toni as she angrily gave her the order. “What the hell, Toni?” she asked, as her sister made the drinks. Nothing was forthcoming other than a wide grin from her sister though, and soon Toni had the four sodas made and slid them over to Sam on her tray.
Pausing briefly to cup her hands to her breasts again as the pain finally subsided, she picked up the tray and went back, dropping off the drinks for the guys. She made a round of her tables again and then checked on the men that had bought her top, spending a few minutes flirting with them and letting them get a look at what they’d purchased. She felt weird and found herself thinking back to when she was so innocent about things. She honestly wondered which version of herself she liked more.
“God, those are so damn perky,” the first man said. “I really wish I could just squeeze it,” he said.
She smirked and shook her head. “Sorry fellas, no touching.”
He frowned but didn’t press. “All kidding aside, you are a treasure to behold,” he said. She smiled, despite her attempts not to and even blushed a little.
“Thank you,” she said, smiling sweetly. Something in her was pushing her though, and she heard herself say, “Okay, one little squeeze. Just be gentle because my sister just yanked on my darn nipples at the bar.”
“What the hell did I just say?” she thought frantically.
The guy turned and looked at her inquisitively, hopefully. She smiled and nodded, still wondering who or what was controlling her body. The guy grinned and looked over at his buddy, then looked around. No one seemed to be looking, so he reached up and gently cupped her breasts with both hands. The flesh contorted under his fingers and he lifted and dropped, then squeezed them again. Finally, he cupped them and let them fall. Seemingly satisfied, he grinned and winked at her.
“Can I get you guys anything else?” she asked.
The first man smiled and shook his head. “No thanks honey,” he said. “You were a dream.”
She smiled and disappeared around the corner for a second, then returned and set his check on the table. He handed her a wad of cash in return and handed her a business card. “Let me know if you ever need anything.”
He smiled and turned, but she stopped him. “Top?” she said.
He snapped his fingers. “Oh right!” he said. “Sorry!” He reached into his pocket and pulled out her top, then handed it to her.
“Thank you!” she said, smiling. Quickly sliding it back on, she tied it in the front and felt a little better when she went back around to check on the guys.
Marley looked up as she came over and frowned. “Shit, she put her top on,” he said.
Sam giggled and shrugged. “$100 dollars for an hour is the price, guys,” she said. The guys grumbled and she snickered. “Don’t worry, you dirty perverts. I’m sure there are some rich guys out there. Poor broke college guys,” she said, playfully sticking out her bottom lip.
They laughed and shook their heads as she scooted Marley over to sit down next to him.
“So how long you been doing this?” Kev asked. She smirked, seeing him staring at her cleavage.
“It’s okay to look,” she said, seeing him look away when she noticed. “That’s why we wear these,” she assured him. She couldn’t believe that she was the one saying the words as she heard them. He smiled and looked down at her cleavage made more ample by the cut of the cloth. “I’ve been here about three months,” she said, smiling. “I’ve only had to take my top off this one time. I’m covering for another girl.”