Have some mercy on Jessie

Maybe it was because Jessie was looked so pitiful waddling around the bar taking orders, trying to cover herself while the costumers leered, or maybe it was because Jessie was commanding all of the attention instead of her, but Tifa decided to have some mercy on Jessie.

Leaning over behind the counter, Tifa felt her breast dangle and jiggle beneath her as she rummaged through her bar-tending equipment. Having found what she was looking for, she snapped back up, her tits slapping against her ribs at the sudden movement.

In her hands was her cocktail mixer. No one had ordered on, yet, but Tifa still was struck with the desire to mix one. Pouring some **** and ice in to the metal container, she began to shake it. The hard banging of ice against drew everyone's attention, but Tifa's jiggling breasts held everyone's eyes. They shook and jiggled as she harshly mixed the drink. With a twirl, she threw the mixer into the air and caught it, slamming it down on the bar, the impact rippling through her chest.

Tifa felt her nipples harden as she felt everyone's eyes on her now. Off in the distance, she could see Jessie mouth a silent "thank you."

"Give me one of those!" Someone barked.

"Me too!" Someone else followed.

"You don't even know what it is!" Another laughed.

"Don't care, gimme one!." Glasses clinked over the laughter.

"Coming right up!" Tifa nodded, hoping they though the flushing in her cheeks was from exertion.