The Bar is Kept Busy

Taylor had been muttering under her breath at the prolonged absence of Corrina. Sure, people passed out all the time, but not usually too seriously and in under a full drink. It was almost 7, things were only going to get busier from here.

With a hug from behind and a kiss to the back of her head, Taylor paused questioning the reality of what just happened.

“You’re going to want to put a lemon in that.” Corrina’s voice dripped with sultry promise, her hands slowly groping Taylor’s braless chest through the tight open backed top the want to be stripper was wearing.

Taylor had clawed her way through a difficult childhood, since the age of 17 she lived on her own, struggling to pay her bills initially through sugar daddy websites where she never put out, before trying to get into the centerfold and stripper game the day she turned 18.

Sadly for her, she had the grace and agility of a bull in a china store, but three days a week she came in early and practiced the stage with the girls, Alice telling her that she was getting ever closer to getting promoted from the bar.

“What happened?” Taylor asked too busy glancing at the drinks popping up on the order screen to notice how Corrina had changed.

“You know how it goes, idiot guy falls over knocks his head. Takes off when we offer the help he really needs.” Corrina nonchalantly replied quickly taking a few orders, flaunting the underboob easily seen billowing out under her now too small top.

Corrina quickly hustled, serving each beverage with an infusion of the corruption she was gifted with the ability to channel. Taylor muttered a thank you as she noticed Corrina traying up the drinks she had been making for the wait staff, unaware of the self serving motives.

Going to the far end of the bar Taylor felt a sense of relief, her nipples were aching and she felt flush, she questioned if she was actually horny but tried to shake it from her head. She was here to work, not to fool around. A thought that made her mind suddenly try to suppress a flurry of such ideas.

Taylor wiped her brow and breathed a slow deep calming breath. She swore drink orders had actually been increasing since Corrina got back. Hell, she was certain this was busier than normal.

Breathing deeply the tension felt like it was rising again as Taylor habitually reached for the regular beverage order of one of the approaching girls, Larissa gently squeezing Taylor’s hand as she took the drink and seemed to shift further down the bar.

Looking up across the room she swore she could almost hear Brittney screaming in pleasure as she ground against the pole. The platinum blonde’s hair violet beneath the black light, her perfect boob job sitting fully and openly beneath her as she was sprawled on the floor, hands pressing her body up into the pole.

As Taylor gazed about the room she tried to ignore the invigorating tingle in her right hand, her mind questioning if things were getting a bit more riled up than normal. Hell, Destiny and Crystal looked almost as if they were doing lap dances at the tables.

Nah, they couldn’t be. Likely just trying to prompt those guys into going for a dance. Or so Taylor told herself as she poured another set of drinks she passed to Corrina to tray up.

Shuffling her legs Taylor swore she could feel herself growing wet, the idea seeming to trigger a seemingly resonating tingle in her clit to the one in her hand.

Biting a lip she wondered if she should go and try to quickly finger herself to climax, something that gave her a strange dread and excitement as her mind struggled with the idea of doing something she had never considered risking doing before.

Glancing at the stage Taylor felt her jaw drop as Brittney trembled and screamed in delight grinding across a patron's body on the stage to a sudden emergence of cheers, claps and revelry more at place in a bar watching a football game intently between their team scoring.

Brittney after breathing heavily for a few moments got off the guy and vacated the stage in a rush, the still applauding standing crowd having fortunately obscured her squirting from the bouncers and Alice. Brittney wondered what was getting to her, having never squirted before. Never mind having squirted in response to the warm breath upon her pussy lips as she had contemplated trying to get her cunt licked.