Return to the tables

The room was even busier than when she had left it. All the tables were full and the waitresses rushed back and forth delivering drinks and snacks, receiving pinches and tips. Everyone was glad to see Annie back, so she jumped right into the whirlwind of work. The owner worked at a slower pace than the other girls, because she wanted to give the patrons a chance to enjoy her presence by the table. Once again hands were placed on her thighs or buttocks and caressed her body through the thin fabrics of her clothes.

Being a waitress (and a sheriff too) requires perceptiveness and Mary Anne had developed that skill rather well. She knew all of the inhabitants of Tytepoos at least visually and could easily recognise all of her (many) regular customers. Whenever someone new appeared she noticed him or her immediately. This time it was a well-dressed middle-aged man, he looked wealthy and sophisticated, at least for western standards. He remained quiet and while he tipped well, he never tried to touch any of the waitresses, including Annie. His gaze was not as demure and it followed every girl whenever one was in his line of sight. He did not look dangerous and somewhat ignited the owner’s curiosity, she would gladly welcome such a new customer in her bedroom.

Just like previously Annie served the regular best-paying customers, only they received the chance to touch her body the rest could only ogle her as she swayed her curves. The owner did not aid the waitresses for too long, just enough to let her pussy rest and get eager for more. Soon there was another client willing to go upstairs, it was Big Ben.