Answered prayers

"Hey, can I get some service here?"

"Of course, sir! What can I do for you?"

It's been a month since that night you went on stage and became the sweet, submissive angel, and you're still getting used to your new life. You hustle over to the patron who'd called for you, the bounce of your poofy white skirt matching the bounce of your breasts inside your sheer white top. Your serving outfit is somehow even more ridiculous and humiliating than the one you danced in, but you were starting to love that about it. Especially as your customer's eyes roam all over it before finally coming up to your face.

"Yeah, can I get a..." The man trails off as a lecherous grin curves his mouth. "You, uh, got somethin' on your face, girly."

"Oh!" You reach up and wipe away the cum dribbling from the corner of your mouth. With a shy giggle you lick it off your finger. "Sorry, sir. What was it you wanted?"

"Ya know, I think I'll actually get some of that." He scoots his chair back from his table and spreads his jean-clad legs.

No matter how many times it happens, you still get a little thrill when you get an order like that. "Of course, sir!" Your knees touch the dirty floor of the bar and you unzip your customer's pants, pulling out their hard cock and giving it a few strokes. "With pleasure."

As you take the smelly dick in your mouth, you think back to that first night. After you'd been pulled off the stage and into the crowd of rough men, they'd **** you to your knees and surrounded you with throbbing cockmeat. The despair you'd felt when Bear abandoned you was quickly forgotten as one man after another used your mouth. You remember how your pussy had ached as they practically fought over you, some viciously fucking into your throat, others allowing you to service their meat as your eyes pleaded for their cum. The best part was when they told you how much your performance on stage had turned them on, gotten them hard, made it impossible for them to resist doing this to you. That thought, the idea that you had created this lust inside them and were now being made to satisfy it, filled you with a warm glow even as your stomach became filled with warm cum. It was almost better than an orgasm.

You're pulled out of your reverie by the sound of your customer grunting and the feeling of his dick spasming in your throat. You'd always prided yourself on your oral skills, but after a month working at the Tavern you'd become a certified blowjob expert. Pulling back so the head was just inside your lips, you tease it with your tongue as your hand strokes his shaft. The man curses and grabs at your hair as his cum spills into your mouth. You hold it all there until he's done, then pull back and sit on your heels as you open your mouth to show him his load with pride.

"I always dreamed of meeting a girl who liked the taste of jizz." He stuffs himself back into his pants with a satisfied sigh. "Now go get me another beer."

You swallow the sticky load and stand. "Right away, sir!" You lick your lips. "Thank you."

Making your way over to the bar, you hum a little tune, feeling pleased with yourself. You love your job. You love making your customers happy in ways they can't get anywhere else. You love how your outfit makes you look like a cute little fuckdoll, and you especially love how much it turns your customers on. Being desired, being lusted after, creating a need that only you can satisfy, is fulfilling in a way you never even knew you were missing. More than all of that, though, you loved the most basic and fundamental part of your job.

Being told what to do.

"Hey Suzie, another Henry Weinhard's for table six." You lean against the bar to take the weight off your feet. Even with all the time you spend on your knees, you do an awful lot of walking around at this job.

Suzie grabs a brown bottle out of the fridge below the bar. "I already put the suckjob on his tab, did you get the tip for it?"

You blush and shake your head. "I, er, was a little distracted."

That earns one of Suzie's trademark sighs. "You really need to stay focused out there, hon, if you're gonna earn any real money. You can't just be giving it all away."

But what if I want to give them even more? "OK, Suzie, I'll try to be more focused next time." You grab the bottle and are about to turn away when Suzie grabs your wrist.

"Meet me in the ladies' room on your next break, and I'll show you a thing or two about focus." She doesn't smile, doesn't wink, just gives you that look that lets you know she's not giving you a choice.

"Y-yeah." Your voice trembles. "You got it, Suzie." She releases your wrist and lets you deliver the drink. As you continue to walk the floor, you rub your wrist where she'd grabbed you, and think back again to that first night. After you'd sucked off all the men who'd crowded around the stage, Suzie had dragged you by the hair over to the bar, muttering the entire time about how she'd tried to warn you. About how you were in for it now. About how uppity little girls who thought they could just have any dick they wanted needed to learn their place.

She shoved your head back onto a barstool, and even with your height your knees were just barely touching the ground, making the whole experience extremely uncomfortable. Not that Suzie seemed to care, and to your shock you found that neither did you. The sight of her pulling off her jeans and panties had you trembling with anticipation. She stepped forward, straddling your face and barking at you to get to work. Suzie ground her hairy muff up and down your face, from clit to taint, over and over until everything from your eyebrows to your chin was smeared with her juices. The whole time she twisted her hands in your hair and told you how long she'd waited to feel a bratty little bitch's tongue wriggling inside her snatch. She practically smothered you when she finally came, and you felt like you were about to pass out, but instead of being afraid or angry, you just felt euphoric.

You felt that sense of euphoria often at this job. It's like you finally discovered what you were meant for. Your parents didn't really care that you were working more hours now, as long as you were keeping busy. All the late nights meant you were completely bombing at school, but that didn't seem to matter now. What good was an education when you already knew exactly what you wanted to do?

Of course, euphoria isn't the only feeling you get at the Tavern. You see some familiar faces as you approach the corner near the pool tables, and that familiar, dull longing sets in as you approach Bear and his boys. They don't always visit during your shifts, but they come often enough that you never get a chance to forget. To move on from your lost opportunity to be claimed by the most powerful man you'd ever met.

"Hey again, guys. Can I get you anything?" You do your very best to keep your disposition sunny, but the look in Bear's eyes tells you he can see right through your act. Of course he can. He owned me the moment he met me. I just wasn't good enough for him. "Drink? Snack? Something... else?" You know Bear isn't going to order one of your services. He never does. But you never give up hoping.

Phil gives you a vicious smack on your ass, bare under the poofy skirt, and you barely suppress a yelp. "Yeah, gimme a whiskey sour, make it a double." He emphasizes his order with another smack, harder, and this time you can't help but let out a little squeak.

Slim's eyes do their usual dance over your body. "Scotch on the rocks." You nod to acknowledge his usual order.

Billy grins at you. "I'll get a Jack 'n Coke, and a quick lapdance."

You blush a little and your breath quickens. Is Bear going to watch? "Right away, Billy. Anything for you, Bear?"

His eyes hold yours. "Two shots of Evan Williams."

You nod and quickly go to fetch the drinks. Every time he comes during your shift, he gets the same order, exactly what he got that first time he brought you here. That night he pulled you away from your boring old life and set you on a new path. That night he held your desire in his hands, and decided you weren't worth his time.

When you return you set out the drinks and go to give Billy his lapdance. You see he's unzipped his pants, and you can't help but give him a little grin. He always likes to push things, and you wonder how far he'll push them tonight.

You settle into his lap, facing away from him and towards Bear. As you begin to grind your bare ass against Billy's crotch, you can feel his hard cock loose under his trousers. I bet if I grind it like this, I can get it to... there it is. Thanks to your expert movements, you're able to work him out through his open fly. You hum to yourself, feeling his hot, hard dick against your bare skin as you move against him.

"Seems like you're settlin' in here just fine, sweetheart." Bear's voice sends a slight tremor through you as you feel Billy's cock slip between your thighs. "How do you like working at the Tavern?"

This is the most Bear has spoken to you since that first night, and you try to keep your excitement out of your voice as you continue your lapdance. "Oh, it's great, Bear." Billy's hands reach around and grab at your breasts. "Ah! It's the best job I've ever had."

Bear throws back one of his shots and leaves the other one untouched, like he always does. Like he's daring you to come and take it, to prove yourself worthy of him. I already know I'm not. He needs something more than I can give him. Almost like he can read your mind, he leans back in his chair a little and spreads his legs. "That right, sweetheart? You gettin' what you need, here?"

Oh Bear, you know I need you. Why are you torturing me with what I can't have? You're panting with effort and arousal now. Billy's hardness is rubbing against your slick pussy as you wank him with your thighs. Feeling his cock between your legs, seeing Bear's bulge in front of you, so tantalizingly close, sends you back to that first night again. To the moment you said goodbye to the old RC, once and for all.

After Suzie had finished christening your face with her juices, a couple of the men had pulled you up onto the bar and filled you from both ends. You'd never taken two cocks at once before. The sheer excitement of being taken this way, being watched by a crowd of strangers, was almost more overpowering than the sensation of being roughly fucked by two men at the same time. The man in your pussy slammed against your skirt-clad ass, his length filling you and feeding that hunger inside. The man using your mouth seemed to like the way your throat vibrated around him as his meat muffled your screams. You just wanted to be used like this forever, your body melting from the **** of their rutting as your mind was lost in the pure joy of surrendering your will.

You came when the first two men spilled their hot loads inside you, and you nearly came again as their cocks were quickly replaced by a fresh pair, and you realized your night was only just beginning. You realized that every man in the bar was going to have their way with you, that all of them were going to use your body for their pleasure, and leave their mark inside or on you. That moment was when you completely let go, gave in, accepted your place. Accepted that your purpose was to be desired, and to fulfill those desires with your body.

You'd never felt so special in all your life.

Billy's grunt in your ear pulls you back to the present. He mauls your breasts through your top as he squirts his thick cum over your thighs. A smile of satisfaction rests on your face, and you look up at Bear. I may not have been enough for you, but I'm more than enough for these other guys. I'm their fucking dream come true. "I think I am, Bear. I'm getting just what I need."

He gives you a nod, and you see that old glint in his eye. This time, he takes the other shot, raising it to you first, like a little toast. You slide out of Billy's lap and thank him for the good time before giving Bear a little wink. He winks back before pouring the liquor down his throat, and you feel like something has been resolved. Maybe next time he'll order something more than a drink from you.

As you walk away from their table, you give your ass a little extra wiggle, just for them. You still feel that dull ache, deep inside, that ache that you know only someone like Bear could fill. Pushing those feelings down, you wonder if you should clean Billy's cum off your thighs. Would the rest of your customers want you fresh, or would the sight of you being marked like that turn them on?

Sometimes you're still amazed by how much you've embraced this new idea of yourself. You know the old you would be dumbfounded that you'd be so concerned with what these strangers thought about the cum dripping down your legs. The old you would have kicked the ass of every man in this bar just for the way they look at you, much less how they talk down to you, paw at your exposed body, order you to please them in so many degrading ways. But that's not you anymore. The new you loves all of that. The new you loves making all these rough men happy with your young body and your total willingness to serve. The money you made was just a nice little bonus.

A familiar song comes on the jukebox. It's the song you danced to when you discovered who you are. Is it that time already? Every shift, right around midnight, you dance for your customers, just like you did the first time. Your pussy starts to tingle as you make your way to the stage. Every time you danced, the orders for your services would come flooding in. Often that was all you'd end up doing for the rest of your shift. Pleasing cocks and taking cum all the way to closing time, when Suzie would take you to the back to clean you off and have a little fun with you herself. Walking up onto the stage, the claps and whistles of your audience send a thrill though you, and you look out at the sea of faces ready to take in your performance.

Here I am, guys. I'm all yours.

All of me.