Almost Normal at First

Well, it's always nice to see some familiar things to ground yourself, like the festive decorations and menus. The customers were quiet at first, what with it being lunchtime, but as the evening begun and the festive spirits were higher. You could almost mistake it for a normal shift, save for the occasional time a customer requests to do a wee. Thankfully you paid enough attention early on to know where the containers were, but it was still odd bringing a pot for the customers to pee in, then hear them do it while you waited to take the containers away. It was also strange when you peed in front of other people on your loo breaks, but you seemed to be getting used to it. There was also the matter that instead of upright chairs, the seating tended to be more recliner based, like people were lounging to eat their food.

At half nine though, things got notably more different: the manager kept calling how close it was to ten o'clock. This calling also called for a reminder for customers to have their ID ready if they wish to stay past ten, and for all the families with small children to wrap up their meals quickly, not that there were any children left.

At ten o'clock itself, the manager had an address. "Salve good citizens! As you may now know, it is very nearly ten o'clock, our staff will be moving around imminently to check everyone's IDs" You took the opportunity to start doing so, with a helpful co-worker pointing to where you needed to start checking from. "As you all know it is soon to be that time of day when we can have sex. It's the last one in the year as tomorrow we are closing for the holiday, and as you all know, so that my workers can boss me around, as is custom for the time of year (and might I add they deserve it?) Anyway, where was I? Oh yes. Last service hour of the year, but in case anybody is new here, I'll go over the rules again. Service first: if all available staff are busy serving customers, you'll have to wait for your favours. No harassing the staff. You are allowed to politely ask the staff what you want them to do, but I always maintain that they are free to decline. No touching without consent at all. As it's Saturnalia, we have a mistletoe kissing under which is a custom of our Germanic brethren, although if you wish to fuck under it you are more than welcome, in fact we'll hand one out each, so that you may place one over yourself as an invitation. To avoid repeats of last year, we stress that we do not here, judge men who wish to be sexually penetrated in the mouth or anus. In fact, I'd like to give a shout-out to my friend Maria, the progressive senator for Central Britain, for her brilliant service in helping to fight the stigma. Please keep the area reasonably clean, we have protective sheets to help protect our furniture. And finally, we reserve the right to kick anybody out who is too drunk or disrespectful to the staff. Have fun and Io Saturnalia!

You had finally gotten the last of the customers checked and after you were all asked if anybody was there that shouldn't be, you all confirmed that there weren't.

"Right, well... It's time! Feel free to get naked, use our baths and have sex, respectfully I might add, but please have fun. We will be serving food for another hour." He then turned to one of the girls "Hey Daniella, would you mind giving me a suck?" as he lifted his toga to reveal a surprisingly girthy penis.

"Not at all" she said sweetly as she went over already naked, to kneel down gently suck it. You notice her gently caressing his bum while she does it, before your attention is back on your duties.