Hands-Free Waitress

“I’m listening,” Naomi said. “But get on with it, I’ve got work to do.”

“So feisty, for a slave.” The blonde man grinned. “Alright, here’s the deal. You don’t have to take any more clothes off. There’s a game we play here, it’s called hands-free waitress.”

Naomi stared at him suspiciously, she already didn’t like the sound of it.

“All you have to do is serve drinks.”

“Then why is it hands free?”

He smirked, and looked at one of his friends, both laughing. “Well, your hands will be handcuffed behind your back, the tray will be attached to your waist with a belt, and a couple of chains connecting it to the ring in your collar.”

“And how is this a game?” She already knew not to trust him, there was obviously so trick to it.

He gave her a cheeky smirk. “So you go and serve drinks, and for any you spill, you lose an amount of money. How about I offer up a thousand dollars. You lose a hundred for each one you spill?”

Naomi kept her stare. “What happens if I go below zero?”

“If you owe me money, then you have to do a forfeit, of my choosing.”

“Well you better choose it now, or I’m not doing it.”

“Alright. How about a lap dance in one of those private booths inside?”

Naomi’s face twitched. “Fine, I’ll do it. But definitely no sex, no blowjobs, no hand jobs, nothing.” She snatched the other hundred out of his hand.

“Great, tell the guy at the bar, he has all the handcuffs and everything else.”

Naomi stormed off back to the bar as the men at the table chuckled at her.