Swiftly Playing Coy

I smile back her way, my nakedness plainly visible to those around me, and quietly note others at nearby tables, out of my zone, staring my way. Smiling at her, "If you didn't believe her, it's not my problem. She may have omitted steps, but it is all true. Now, I can get you something ordered before I have to check my other table, neighbour." she smiles back, staring before smiling, "I'll have an iced tea, please,", to which I nodded, before heading over to the college males."

I quickly caught them staring my way, my breasts softly bouncing, my ass shaking with each step, as I approached. As I walked, I found myself smiling broadly back their way, "Hope I did not keep you waiting too long in my absence!" I declare as I approach, quickly feeling the usual heckler grabbing ahold of my leg and pulling me close, "Oh, way too long!". he said, the whole group erupting in laughter as he pulled me close. I managed not to gasp as he pulled me hard, his free hand rubbing across my exposed ass, giving it a sharp pinch before sharpy slapping it hard. I made a face, playing along with what was, by now, something of a habit for us to play out.

I bend over the table, placing my arms onto it, smiling their way as I placed myself openly before them, seeing them smiling at the sight, finding myself enjoying the stares from them, knowing other tables could be staring at my ass but even so not minding it. I felt someone else grabbing my other side, but choose not to mind it, even as I felt my ass being smacked hard. Giggling along with them, I slyly reply, "Well, I'm back now, and my only other tables lickly going to take a bit to figure out her order, so I'm yours for a bit."

"Great!" he declares, smiling broadly, smacking my ass as if to emphasize the statement, and I made an 'Ohhh' face, playing along with them, feeling the other side of my exposed ass being smacked then. "She so cool!" one of them calls out, rubbing a hand through my hair as he spoke. I smiled back, letting out a soft gasp, feeling another of their fellows rubbing a hand on my side, even as the pair rubbed hands on my exposed rear.

I hang out with them a bit more, noticing them staring, grabbing and groping me, as I found myself enjoying it, sometimes asking a silly question that the answer was obvious, the 'Want to see more' type question, and all the while they teased me with my work uniform, as if taunting me with them, 'As if they needed to to make me want to hang out with the table I was serving'. I found myself thinking, even as concern still continued on with what they would want me to do to get my outfit back.

I felt the young male heckler rubbing his right hand on my shaved mound, his fingers rubbing across its soft, sensitive folds. I let out a soft gasp, and as I felt the vibrator turn on just then, he whispered, "If you really want your outfit back, introduce us to that friend of yours. I pause, looking over her way, not knowing how she would react, but then again she may like it, and besides I really could use getting my work clothes back ...