Lauren adapts to her work

Four days later:

Lauren served her third table of the day.

It had not been easy for her to adjust to serving tables. The tray was heavier than it looked. The orange shorts rode up when she walked. The collar sat against her throat every time she swallowed. Wings. Beer. Men looking at her tits like that was the menu.

Whenever she messed up an order or dropped something, Amelie punished her.

The remote came out of the orange shorts. A tap. Followed by the collar activating. Electricity dumped down Lauren’s spine and she hit the floor between tables with her massive breasts bouncing in the cut-up tank and her juicy ass in the air. Amelie did not take her to the back. Amelie berated her right there, loud enough for the whole section.

“Pick it up, stupid. That’s coming out of your pay.”

Part of Lauren was surprised that the men who visited the Hooters had no empathy for the woman writhing on the floor while being shocked. Some of them looked away and kept eating. Some of them watched. It seemed like some really enjoyed it. They leaned on their elbows. They grinned. One of them said again under his breath like he was at a show.

The day before, one of the customers had even tripped her deliberately.

She had been coming around the corner with a pitcher. His boot caught her ankle. She went down hard, wings and ice and beer across the tile, and before she could get a word out Amelie was already on her with the remote. The man did not help her up. He stood over her with his phone out, recording, smiling with pleasure while Lauren seized on the floor, ponytail slapping the tile, collar buzzing, orange shorts hiked so high her ass was a problem for anyone with eyes. He filmed the whole thing. Amelie called her clumsy in front of him and then told her to thank the gentleman for his patience. Lauren had thanked him. Mistakes did not get rewarded with patience at this establishment.

“There you go, boys. Here’s your fresh wings.”

She said it the way she had learned to say it and bent low over the third table, offering the customers a decent view of her ample cleavage. She had taken a scissor to her top that morning in the supply closet. Just a little. Then a little more. The owl was distorted between her tits now, the neckline cut down until the heavy swell of her breasts did most of the work. The men looked. Of course they looked. Fair skin, long red ponytail, green eyes, a chest that made the uniform look like a joke.

The vibrator inside Lauren’s pussy turned on as she saw them leering at her wonderful tits.

It was a low, mean buzz, right against her clit, and her knees wanted to dip. That was the other surprise. While she was punished every time she made an error, the vibrator inside her pussy would reward her every time she acted appropriately. No warning. No praise. Just pleasure shoved up into her cunt because she had bent far enough and smiled wide enough and let them stare.

Lauren had begged Amelie to tell her what “correct behavior” was that activated the toy.

Amelie had refused. The bitch had stood in the pass with a ticket in her hand and that little smile that was not friendly and told Lauren she had to figure it out by herself. Then she had walked away, remote in her pocket, ass tight in the shorts, like Lauren’s confusion was part of her entertainment.

It had taken some time, but Lauren picked up on it quickly.

Whenever she pleased the male customers, she was rewarded. Lean in. Laugh at the stupid joke. Let the tray rest against her hip so her tits sat on the edge of their vision. Drop something on purpose only if it made them look down her shirt when she picked it up, that one she had tested and the vibrator had hummed and Amelie had not reached for the remote. Correct. Male attention. Male hunger. Her body used like a sign in the window.

She had learned that it had to be male customers the hard way.

Once she had served a couple of female customers. Two women, mid-thirties, sharing nachos, actually looking at her face when they ordered. Something in Lauren had loosened. She had tried to seduce them with her body the way she did with the men, the bend, the smile, the way she let her ass brush the back of a chair when she turned. For a few seconds she had enjoyed their attention. Really enjoyed it. An old warm pull within her. The women looking at her tits felt nice.