Serving the tables

Annie would not disappear though, she put on a few centimetres longer skirt, also red, ten centimetre tall heels and joined the waitresses in their toll. Obviously she was the customer’s favourite and received the highest tips, but she did not keep any of that money to herself, she instead shared it between her employees; the income from the sales of food and (mostly) **** was enough.

On a night like this clients tended to be rather touchy with the waitresses. The other girls had to deal with it on their own, Annie allowed only the big spenders (and tippers) to put their hands on her body. She actually enjoyed being touched, but also had a reputation to take care of. She could not let people of Tytepoos think that she was some kind of slut or cheap whore. It was a fun game to play and Annie enjoyed it a lot.

She was currently taking an order from several men, among them Big Ben, a wealthy prospector. He was one of her best customers, not only consumption-wise, but also regarding the upstairs business. He was a large man, tall, strong and burly, but as such giants tended to go he was also calm and relatively gentle (at least for Western standards), unless someone really provoked him. Annie was standing right next to Ben, his huge palm rested gently on her firm thigh and began to crawl upwards, towards her buttock. On her other side sat Hungry Hank, also a well paying customer, but interested more in the consumables than in flesh. He also touched the woman’s leg and began to caress her nylon covered skin. The way she ignored their touches only encouraged the men, they continued to fondle her thighs and buttocks until she collected all the orders, turned around and went to Dolores to get the drinks and snacks. As she told her employee the order a man came from behind, reached around her body with his hands and grabbed her ample breasts.

“I’m so happy to see my favourite waitress again.”

It was Tim Troublesome, he and his brother Tom no longer lived up to their name, all thanks to sheriff Hornney. His palms were not too rough, but not gentle either, he playfully fondled Annie’s breasts in a way that both of them loved. Dolores Watched them in silence with a smile on her face.

“I’d be glad to see you too,” Annie replied, “but you keep standing behind me.”

“Oh my, how rude of me,” Tim laughed.

He let go of her breasts, stepped aside to face the woman, then grabbed her buttocks.

“Hello, Annie,” he said cheerfully with a wide grin.

“Hello, Tim. Nice to see you in a good mood.”

“I’m always in a good mood with you around. Tom will be here a bit later and we’ll have ourselves some fun together.”

“I can’t wait,” Annie winked.

Tim’s hand finally left her buttock. He took out a silver coin from his pouch and put it between the woman’s breasts.

“Here’s just a little tip in advance.”

The Troublesome brothers were ridiculously handsome and flamboyant. They were gamblers and guns for hire, but since sheriff Mary took care of them they had not done anything illegal. Tim left to sit with his company by a table and Annie delivered the ordered drinks to Ben and his companions. She lingered by the table for a short while to let the man ogle and touch her body some more. She continued to serve drinks and snacks, she wondered whether it would be Big Ben or the Brothers who would take her upstairs first. It soon turned out that it would be neither of them.

The doors to the saloon swung open and a man walked in. The place was crowded and this would have gone unnoticed if this was anyone else, but Crazy Carl. He was five foot four tall and made entirely of testosterone. People preferred to stay aware of his presence just to be sure they could stay out of his way. Fists, knives or guns, Carl never held a grudge for long, because he tended to resolve any problems on the spot. Again it was the good sheriff who made sure that he became a member of the society instead of just another corpse in the west.

Annie stopped to greet one of her favourite customers, in her high heels she had breasts at the level of Carl’s head; he buried his face in her cleavage as they hugged. Despite the obvious erotic tension and the public context the gesture was surprisingly intimate, Carl would have never done it in public with someone else. In a different place and in a different crowd someone would have surely laughed and he would have to shoot him, in Tytepoos everyone was safe. Carl eventually freed himself from Annie’s ample cleavage.