Dining Room - Monique & Beth

You're seated at a high-top in the centre of the dining room, having ignored Stacy's suggestion to sit at the bar. It's your BJU, so as soon as you sit down, a gorgeous ebony waitress, Monique, from the nametag bouncing up and down on her monstrous F cups, turns and prances your way on her chunky heels.

"Hey Mister. David, right? I mean, I know who you are, but like, this is your first t...OW!" Your cock, mostly hard, thwamps the pretty waitress face, shutting up her rambling.

"Hey, Monique. Grab another waitress to help you. I need two. When you come back, you better each have a full tray of pitchers of beer. Got it?"

Monique smiles at you, despite the ****. "Sure, of course, David. Be right back." You watch her tight little ass as she goes, but pretty soon turn to stare at Stacy's tits again; This being Hooters, the women here have definitely been hired for specific reasons.

When she comes back, she's got a cute trainee, Beth, with her. Beth's a dyed blonde, with lip filler, and fake tits. She's hot, for a plastic.

Both of them have trays with six beer pitchers on it, and then Monique, clearly a pro server, has another two pitchers in her other hand. "Hope it's enough," she offers optimistically, as they set them all before you on the high-top.

You smile, and take a pitcher for yourself. You take a long swig and enjoy the refreshing feeling. "Ladies, I'd like you to each take one of these pitchers..."

"And drink it?" offers Beth, but Monique slaps her tit with the back of her hand.

"Shut up! Listen to the customer, Beth, and wait," says Monique. It's part of her training, clearly.

"No, don't drink yet. We'll get there, Beth, but first, dump a pitcher on Monique. And Monique, you dump one on Beth."

Beth, bites her lip, and the raises the pitcher up over the taller, more experienced waitress's head. For her part, Monique doesn't even flinch.

The beer runs down Monique's smooth, chemically straightened hair, one of her fake eyelashes coming a little unglued and hanging just a little bit down over her eye. The beer keeps going, dripping from her dainty chin to her massive rack, each drop splatting on the logo on her top right between the 'O's, the droplets first soaking in, and then the wetness spreading across her top until the whole thing is transparent and sticky, her support bra showing through, and the tops of her tits glistening in the light.

Then, Monique pours one out over Beth, not dumping it like Beth did, but really taking her time, coating all the trainee's straightened blonde hair, making her shiver as she pours it down the front and back of her top, pouring it across her cleavage, over the front of her top, and then, grabbing her shorts, and tugging, she pours some into her crotch. "Ahhhh that's coooold!" Beth shouts, but both women just keep smiling." Beth's too taut tit skin is sparkling with beer droplets, her tits stretching her shirt tight, and the fabric now see-through enough to plainly show her bra as well.

"Now, finally, you're ready to drink," you tell them. "Bottoms up."