Chat with Eric the asshole.

"He are your orders," Eric says, putting the drinks up on the bar. "How you doing?" he adds with a smirk.

"You could have let me come you bastard!" you hiss at him.

"That's on you hon. I provided the dick, it's your job to get yourself off on it."

"Fucking asshole. Don't ever fucking do that again."

"You loved it babe. Maybe later I'll throw you some more bone and you can get your cookies this time."

"In your dreams asshole," you sneer, although your pussy aches at the thought of being filled by his cock again. You found your hips swaying, rubbing against the front of the bar as you talked to him, your mind filled with sudden visions of going behind the bar and bending over for him, letting him take you, making you scream in orgasm as customers watched.

God you're horny, you think to yourself as you take the tray, putting your smile back on your face as you start back towards your customers.