Trip over a prick.

 All the ducking and weaving causes Krystal's gravity-defying bosom to spring free of its inadequate confines, throwing her off balance.  'Can't stop...'  Krystal has almost reached her target when her legs are swept by the iron-hard member of a warrior turning to stand.  'By the gods, those things are solid!' she laments as she flies through the air, releasing the tankards to catch herself.  As she pushes herself up, she notices a heavy weight dragging at her chest.  Looking down, she finds that she has somehow managed to land boob-first in both drinks, which are now stuck to her firm tits.  Strong claws lift her by the arms, and she finds herself dangling between the two warriors she was supposed to serve, the stuck tankards bouncing painfully on her elastic breasts.
 "No waste booze!" one of them growls, as they pull the tankards free with wet pops and down what's left of them.
 "Sorry," she wimpers, trying not to shake her stretched breasts.  She cries out as sharpclaw mouths engulf her sore tits and suck the **** out of her fur, prehensile tongues swirling and tugging at her rapidly hardening nipples.
 "More drinks!" one bellows.
 "I get it!" Krystal nods frantically, but they show now sign of releasing her.  Apparently done drinking for the moment, the sharpclaw toss her on their table.  Receiving a fresh beer from another waitress, the first repeats "No waste!" before dumping the whole thing in her open mouth.  She swallows desperately, but still loses plenty.  The potent brew does bring a pleasantly relaxing buzz, however.  'How did I get myself into this?' she wonders as the first climbs on top of her and crushes her tender tits around his huge cock, which hits her nose a few times before she lets her head hang over the edge of the table, moaning in spite of herself at the **** being shown her boobs.  Unfortunately, this leaves her wide open to the second sharpclaw, who wastes no time driving his own oversized girth down her throat.  Fortunately, the **** has relaxed her enough to ignore the unlikelyhood of such a fit, and focus on breathing.  The beast in her throat comes first, overflowing her muzzle with thick, 

addictive batter, intensifying the arousal of her breasts. Suddenly every scale of the clawed hands kneeding them and every bump of the lizard dick fucking them sends a jolt of electricity through her. Panting, Krystal looks up just in time to get another facial before the sharpclaw stands and sprays the rest of her. Unable to resist, Krystal licks her chops and rubs the potent substance into her heaving breasts, moaning in pleasure. A tweak to her nipples is all it takes to send her over the edge, as she dissolves into a trembling orgasm. 'No way... I just came... from my breasts alone?'
Once her head clears, Krystal carefully drags her top back into place and teeters over to the bar.
"Glad to see you're enjoying your work!" Zara greets her. "Wipe off in that washtub as best you can, and get back out there!"
Blearily, Krystal does as asked. Having learned her lesson, she somehow makes it through the rest of her shift with only minor molestations. When Zara finally calls her off the floor, she collapses against the bar.
"Good job today! You might be the only one of my girls who spent more time serving than... servicing." Zara says with a wink. "And that tight little body of yours is just as popular as expected."