More Patrons, More Grasping

As I make my way back to them with their drinks, I see another group enter the bar and head toward my assigned section. Five men, along with a pair of female truckers, sit nearby my first table, and make a sign they are ready to order some drinks.

I walk their way, getting groped, felt up, and slapped along the way. More than a few lewd suggestions come along with those grasping hands, and I hear my share of feminine voices mixed in with the men making those suggestions. The ladies are being even more dirty and graphic than the men if I was being honest.

I quickly got over to my first table and proceeded to pass around the drinks. The guy who had grabbed me before yanks at me now, narrowly pulling me off my feet, and toppling their alcoholic drinks onto his lap in the process. He doesn't even notice, instead roughly feeling me up, starting with reaching under my skirt with one hand, while the other grasping me around the waist. I feel a hand on my ass and clit then, rubbing and squeezing me. I let out a startled 'yip' as he gives my clit a rather tight squeeze, twisting it slightly in his hand. His buddies chuckle slightly, under their breath, at my response.

I shoot a seductive, flirtatious glance his way, as I continue to pass out the drinks. He continues playing with me, and I feel him slap my rear with one hand, while squeezing my slit with the other. Just as I'm about to finish serving the last drink, I feel my skirt being swiftly yanked off of me and onto the floor. Aroused, and maybe a bit dazed by the experience, I almost trip but somehow manage to step over my skirt, laying on the ground at my feet.

I keep walking and only notice when I'm most of the way to the next table I pause, only now realizing what happened, but by then he, or someone else at this table, had already absconded with it, as it was no longer even visible. All of them gave me innocent-looking faces, and one of them shrugged when my gaze landed on them. I let out a soft sigh, and make my way over to my new patrons. As I walked away, all of them burst into laughter, letting me know full well they knew what they did, and they fully believe they got away with it scot-free.

Those at the second table are at least as rambunctious as the first group, and now I don't even have my mini-skirt. Every last one of them was staring at my very naked body, and I soon felt one of the gals touching me erotically. Her hand rubs upon my breast softly, even as her hand braces itself against the small of my back as if keeping me from turning and running.

I manage, though my own sexual excitement from all the hands and my own nakedness, to ask what would they like to order. Quickly several of the guys order typical beers, though one of the girls orders a 'girly drink', which causes them to have fun at the choice. It dies down with the other gal, the younger and more attractive of the pair, ordering yet more 'manly' beer.

Smiling their way, I eventually manage to break free of them and place their order. When I reach the bar, she says "You've got quite the handful tonight. Have fun with that!", before handing me their drinks. I manage to make my way back without spilling anything on anyone, a mean feat given the attention everyone wants to give me. I've only become more of an attention magnet now that I've lost my skirt.

I deliver the first round to my new table and the 2nd round to the first table. I play around with them a bit, feeling their same sets of hands exploring my body as had before, though with more confidence now that have had some 'liquid courage' in them. Just as I turn to leave, only for one of them to slap me hard on my right asscheek. I smiled his way, before seductively walking toward the bar.

She notified me now, and I watch as a smirk on her face becomes a laugh. I join in, enjoying the attention and the humour of the situation. "Well, I guess it's more than just a topless bar for you now... it's a nude bar now! Good luck getting your skirt back though!"

I laugh back her way, before saying, "It shouldn't be any harder than getting my top back at the end of my shift", and shoot her a scandalous look, before walking away as a group of two guys, and a lady friend, enter the bar picks a table. As I start to walk in their direction, one of them almost chocks, noting my nakedness. I wink slyly at this predicament, as his body eases him, and their companion breaks out laughing.

Once I get there, she asks, "Hey, before we order, can we take our photo with you? No one will believe us that we got served by a naked hottie at our favourite bar otherwise." They giggle, and I'm excited about the attention, though I find myself wondering how best to respond to their request.