Serve him chicken, then serve him your tits

You nod shakily, and awkwardly wander off to the kitchen to retrieve his order, well aware that his gaze is drilling a hole into your backside as you leave.

When you return, his cock is still subtly out, underneath the table, but he's sitting at an angle that allows you to catch a glimpse as you approach him.

After you've laid down the wings on the table in front of him with an awkward smile, he looks at you expectantly.

{if **** to cock == true}Your body doesn't even hesitate -{else}You hesitate for a brief moment, but then{endif} you drop down to your knees, and crawl under the table. From there, you poke your head up into his lap, and then your tits, and with a complex expression on your face, you ease this stanger's penis up underneath the bottom of your top, and begin massaging the shaft with your large, pert breasts.

The man sighs with contentment, and begins to eat, not bothering to talk to you or further acknolwdge your presence.

{if **** to cock == true}I saw a hard cock... So now my body is refusing to disobey this man!

{elseif@ Self Respect > 50}What am I doing?! I shouldn't be on me knees doing this to some random guy! That's not what waitresses are required to do!

{endif}Despite a voice in the back of your head telling you that waitrresses are supposed to serve food, not sexually service the customers, you're here now, and it looks like you're here to stay. Several {if Self Respect > 40}painfully {endif}shameful minutes pass as you use your body as if it was nothing but a masturbatory aid, to try and milk the cum out of this random Hooters patron.

And all he does is happily eat his wings, and continue to ignore you.

-1% Self Respect

Eventually, of course, his cock reaches its limit, and he makes a satisfied grunt as semen starts to spill out of the tip of his penis, coating both your breasts, and your Hooters uniform.

{if@ images > 2}

{endif}+5ml Cum on clothes

{if@ Deviance < 45}Eurgh, gross!

{endif}And now that your 'job' is officially over, you have no idea how to end this interaction without it being super awkward.

"Um, thank you for ahem 'coming'. I hope you've enjoyed your time inside my - OUR - Hooters."

Jesus Christ. Is that really how easily I've slipped into this role of whore waitress?

-1% Self Respect

"Mmm, yes, thank you. You certainly do serve the best breasts here! And your chicken is pretty nice too, haha!" The man replies jovially, joining in with your accidental wordplay.

You clamber out from under his table, and notice that at least three other customers are now staring at you and your cum-plastered uniform. They look... Hungry.

Oh dear... What precedent have I just set?!