Serve beer

I Soon hear agreement at the idea of more to drink from many at my tables, though one of them asked, "How is she going to do that, all bound as she is?" The Topless bartender, also my boss, makes a raunchy smile before saying, "Bring her over. I'll know how to do it.

I moaned, feeling the toy being pulled out of me. I'm pulled off the table then, brought onto all fours, and then shoved in the direction of the bar. I find my legs shakey, though manage not to fall over, as I make several queazy steps forward. I find myself leaning over again at the waist, trying to balance myself as I walk her way. I moan through the ball gag, my arousal making me giddy. As I reached the bar, I wondered what her solution would be. My arms are tied behind my back, a ballgag is in my mouth and I'm naked save for my high heels, which are not making this any easier, I'd have to admit.

I stop before the bar and soon feel her grab me around my right wrist, spinning me around swiftly. I'm facing toward the crew now, element and joy on their faces, watching intently, aroused, and curious how she's going to pull it off. I'm leaning far over at the waist hard at this point, giving me a waist-high view of the crowd. I'm more aware than I'd like to be at the number of hard disks I'm seeing, and I feel a moan pass through me at the sight.

I'm startled then, as I feel the pool stick being placed in my hands, running it horizontally through my fingers. "Hold on to that tightly, my wench, less you spill the drinks!" Cheers reply to that, as she places a giant mettle platter on top of my back, using the pool stick to balance it steady on me. Soon after, I'm pressed down as I feel more weight being added on top, and I realize she's putting large pitchers on top of me. I wobble a bit but manage to keep my balance as I feel more being added on.

Once the weight seems almost too much, she stops and gives my ass, bright red, sore and sensitive, a slap of her own upon my right ass cheek, before saying, "Go on wench, get them something to drink. Can't have 'em go thirty, now do we?" Their voice booms, and I hear more than a few cries of agreement at the idea of getting more to drink. I start walking around the room to my crowd, focusing on keeping my balance as I walked slowly. The patrons did not help me out at all, slapping my ass as I walked by.

I stopped at each of my tables, feeling the weight change as they picked up and poured from the pitcher and into their cup, before putting the pitcher back on the platter afterward. I heard laughter every time I almost tipped a pitcher, which made me all the more aware. Soon after the first table, and most tables to follow, hands would grab at me, caressing my sides, fondling or squeezing my ass, or making a grab at my breasts. I moaned at the touch, enjoying it even if it risked me spilling a jug of something alcoholic onto the floor.

I moaned through the ballgag as I walked, though it was only a quiet whimper compared to the loud crowd I was serving drinks to. When I got back, my boss and topless barkeep smiled a nighty grin my way, and said, "You're not done yet. You are still carrying booze! Get back out there!" having said that, she swung me back around by my wrist, pointing me back in the direction I had started before. Soon, I made another loop around by my tables, waiting patiently as they topped off their drinks. It was not as bad this time around, the weight was lighter than before. Once I got around once again, Mickey grabbed me by the wrist, pulling me around. and back to his table; where they had so much fun with me before.

I find myself being held down, with the camerawoman on my left, and the man on my right. I moan in anticipation. I found it exciting, not knowing what he had planned. There I was, naked, my arms tied behind my back and a ball gag in my mouth. I found it exciting to serve in this manner, and was curious, apprehensive, and aroused at what they had planned for me next.