Bussing Tables

Tifa pulled out several beer mugs from behind the counter and began filling them up from the beer tap. Once full she handed two of them to Jessie. Tifa could see how shaky her hands were as she raised the mugs. The foam at the top threatened to spill out. Tifa picked up the rest, threading her fingers through the handles and lifting 3 mugs in each had. She grinned at Jessie, and then walked out from behind the counter, motioning for Jessie to follow.

Tifa strutted across the bar floor. The glass of the beer mugs clinked together in rhythm with her jiggling breasts. All eyes were her and Jessie. No one was even pretending not to stare.

"Here you go boys!" Tifa said cheerfully as she walked up to the table. She bent as the waist, sticking her butt out and letting her heavy breasts dangle underneath her as she placed her mugs on the table. Jessie placed her mugs down as well, and quickly turned to leave, but Tifa caught her. With an iron grip on Jessie's shoulder, she lead brought her back to the table and turned her around so that she was facing the patrons. "So, are you gentlemen enjoying yourselves tonight?"

The eyes of the men at the table crawled over her body. She could see their eyes moving from her tits, to her pussy, and back to her tits. Her skin prickled at the feeling of being on display, of being watched. Her naked body was being consumed for entertainment. And heaven help her, she was enjoying it.

But she also noticed that not everyone's eyes at the table were fixed on her. Jessie was drawing her own attention as well. That was what Tifa wanted, but she couldn't help the twinge of disappointment in her heart at not monopolizing the room.

"You bet!" The men cheered. "I got to say, I love the new help you have tonight!" He winked at Jessie.