Alexia the new servant

Roxy led Alexia up to the bar entrance, where a burly bouncer stood guard. "Hey, Roxy," the bouncer greeted her with a nod.

He looked Alexia up and down, his eyes lingering on her exposed breasts and pussy.

"This is my new servant," Roxy said, smirking. "She'll be serving drinks tonight."

The bouncer raised an eyebrow, but nodded in agreement. "Sure thing, Roxy. Just make sure she doesn't cause any trouble."

Roxy laughed, her voice echoing through the darkened bar. "Don't worry," she said, grabbing Alexia's arm and leading her inside. "She's already been through quite the humiliation today. I think she'll behave."

As they stepped inside, Alexia felt a wave of nausea wash over her. The Red Ember was even more seedy than she had imagined. The air was thick with cigarette smoke and the smell of stale beer. The walls were adorned with lewd posters and graffiti, and the floor was sticky with spilled drinks.

Roxy led her to a small table in the corner, where a group of burly men were already seated. They looked up as Roxy approached, their eyes glinting with interest at the sight of Alexia's exposed body.

"This is your new servant, Alexia," Roxy said, smirking. "She'll be serving drinks and entertaining our guests tonight."

The men chuckled, their eyes roaming over Alexia's body. She felt her cheeks redden with embarrassment as she stood there, naked and exposed.

"What's the matter, sweetheart?" one of the men asked, leering at her. "Aren't you used to being looked at by now?"

Alexia couldn't speak. She was too ashamed to even open her mouth. She could feel the heat of their gazes on her skin, making her feel even more exposed.

Roxy smiled, watching Alexia squirm under the men's attention. "Don't worry," she said, patting Alexia's bare ass. "They won't hurt you. They're just here to have a good time."

The men laughed and slapped their thighs, their eyes never leaving Alexia's exposed body. Roxy grabbed Alexia's arm and pulled her close, her hand sliding down to grope her ass. "Why don't you get started serving drinks, sweetheart?" she said, giving Alexia's ass a hard smack.

Alexia yelped in surprise, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. She nodded, trying to avoid eye contact with the men as she made her way behind the bar. The bartender, a gruff man with a thick beard, looked her up and down as she approached. "Well, well, well," he said, eyeing her exposed breasts. "Looks like we've got a new girl to play with."

Alexia felt her stomach churn at his lecherous gaze. She **** herself to focus on the task at hand and reached for a glass, intending to fill it with water. But before she could even touch the glass, the bartender grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand away. "Not so fast," he growled. "First rule of serving drinks is to know your customer's preferences."

He winked at her, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Why don't you start by tasting what they're having?" He pushed a shot glass filled with an amber liquid towards her.

Alexia hesitated for a moment, her heart racing in her chest. She didn't know what was in the drink, but she couldn't risk disobeying the bartender. Slowly, she brought the shot glass to her lips and tilted her head back. The liquid burned its way down her throat, leaving a bitter taste in her mouth.

As she lowered the glass, the bartender smiled approvingly. "Good girl," he said, patting her on the head. "Now, go on and serve those gentlemen their drinks."