Lisa sluts it up

Lisa closed the door and leaned back against the wall of the dim corridor for a second. She closed her eyes and breathed heavily. The salty taste of cum lingered in her mouth and she felt an odd mix of shame and a rush of adrenalin. She ran her down her body while she whimpered. "God, I can't believe I just did that."

"There you are!"

Lisa flinched when she suddenly heard Tanya's voice from down the hall.

"I've been looking all over for you! The room is packed and we really need you downstairs."

Lisa mumbled an excuse and joined her superior.

Tanya eyed her a bit suspiciously. "What's the matter? Have you been crying again?" she asked. "Look, I know it's tough out there but the orders are backing up and there are shitloads of drinks that need to be delivered."

"Ay ay, cap'n" Lisa said and returned to work, thankful that Tanya hadn't pressed the matter.

She hurried to the bar to pick up the drinks. Samantha was back behind the bar and she greeted Lisa with an amused smirk. She poured an icy blue shot from a bottle and handed it to Lisa. "Here", she said. That'll get that taste of being a 'team player' out of your mouth."

Lisa blushed. "W-what do you mean? We, uhm, just talked that's all."

"Oh sure you did", said Samantha. Then she leaned in and kissed Lisa on the mouth, licked her lips, grinned and poured herself a shot too. The blonde bartender downed it and gave Lisa a wink. "Don't worry, honey, I won't blab. Welcome to the team. Now get those drinks out!"

The first order was two large beers to a couple of gruff-looking mercenaries at a corner table. Somehow Lisa felt a little more confidence in her steps as she approached.

"Here you go, boys," she said while leaning in to set their drinks down, offering them a generous view of her cleavage. "A big pair of jugs for you", then adding with a wink: "And here are your beers too."

The men chuckled, each slipping a generous tip into her deep cleavage – and each of them copped a quick feel with rough hands. Lisa gasped as she felt them groping her breasts, but she didn't slap their hands away or throw a tantrum. She just forced herself to smile and laugh, and afterwards, she calmly walked back toward the bar through the usual barrage of outstretched hands and lewd catcalls.

The next order was to the table of drunk sailors that caused her earlier meltdown. Lisa gulped nervously as she returned to the rowdy group. Once the round of drinks was served Lisa got a wild idea. She turned to the obnoxious man that spoke to her earlier and cleared her throat.

"So what was your guess, sir?" she asked.

"About what?" the man slurred.

"About my... breasts. You mentioned a bet."

"Well I'd say that there is no fucking way that a snooty little bitch like you would get her precious tits pierced like a common slut", he said with a self-satisfied smirk. "Got a good deal of money riding on that too."

The comment threw Lisa off at first, but she continued nonetheless. "I see, sir. And who says that I would?" she asked.

A cute young sailor raised his hand, taking his eyes from Lisa's chest for a second to meet her eyes with a smile. Lisa smiled back – and as calmly as she could, she sat down in his lap. She then turned to the group and unbuttoned her blouse, then slowly moved her trembling fingers to her bra and unclasped it in the front – then opened it and exposed her boobs to the whole group, pierced nipples and all. The sailors suddenly fell silent. Her heart pounded and her cheeks burned as she felt their eyes on her bare breasts.

"Does this settle your little bet?" she asked. "Oh, and I'm so sorry, sir, I guess you just lost it."

The whole group burst out in a roar. They cheered for Lisa and laughed savagely at the loser. The rude sailor looked humiliated and threw a big sum of credits to the winner. "Fucking slut," he snarled.

The cute sailor counted his winnings and handed a good portion to Lisa.

"Thanks, baby, you earned this," he said.

Lisa thanked him by kissing his cheek. She smiled triumphantly as she buttoned her blouse and got up. But when she started walking away the rude sailor grabbed her arm and pulled her close. Lisa squirmed as he hissed in her ear.

"Hold on, Big tits, I bet you wanna earn twice as much as that."