Bad end: Milk[E]d stupid

"Hello, welcome to the happy cow," announced an Asian woman with a british accent, greeting a group of four men as they entered the resturant. She took them to their table and stood by, waiting on them to be ready. As they joked amongst themselves, one of them came up behind the woman and began to grope her.

She melted in his embrace.

Gin, like the rest of the waitresses, were enslaved to all those who fondled them, their weakness, their pleasure.

The man behind her wanted more, so did she. She was left with glee when he pulled down her top. She hated having her tits covered. It felt so unnatural to her.

"Hey, who said you could have all the fun?" One of the men asked the groper, pushing him away from her. Gin almost teared up, she was loving having her breasts massaged. This lustful slut was a shadow of her former self, her personality lost long ago.

The redhead visits from time to time. Gin likes it when she comes, because when the redhead comes, Gin comes.

The man who had pushed the groper away sated Gin's sadness by reaching a hand over to pinch her right nipple, milk gushing as a response.

With the milk spraying, he took his first fill, bringing his lips to her nipple and sucking. From the other side, another man grabbed your free breast and squeezed. With a mouth on each breast, Gin was truly in heaven.

Once they had their fill, it came to her other favourite part of her job. She smiled when she saw them begin to strip, all their cocks erect just for her.

Gin was quick to strip, awaiting further instructions. One of them lay on his back on the ground, his dick upright. The others waited around him. She knew what to do.

Gin mounted the man on the ground and took the throbbing erections of two of the other men into her hands.

"Thank you for your service," Gin managed to say before her mouth was filled by the fourth man, his cock plunging deep into her throat.

Here at the happy cow, everyone was happy.