She fumbled a bit

Dana was a bundle of nerves by the time she arrived at the table. She tried to not look at the people at the table, even as she felt their eyes on her body. She stopped at the table, trying to remember who ordered what - when she felt herself lose her balance.

She looked in horror as she saw a glass tilt over, its contents about to meet the floor.

Dana tried to regain her balance, as she cursed herself internally for choosing to wear stiletto heels today. She knew she would be done for if she messed up again, and by instinct, she decided to take the only way out.

She tilted the tray towards herself, so the glass would fall on her instead. She managed to right herself just in time to stop the other glasses from tipping over, but not before she felt a splash of wine over her breasts.

For a second, she stood there in a mix of shock and relief, as the guests gawked at her. She began setting the wine glasses on the table, trying to murmur some kind of apology about the wine glass, and how she would bring a new one.

The raised hand of the guest stopped her mid sentence. "A hundred, if you let me lick that off you", the guest said.

It took a while for Dana to register what he was saying. She didn't know what to say, so she stood there, speechless. She couldn't even think anything before she heard "No? How about two hundred?"

Her mind was slowly catching up, as she realized what was happening. This person wanted to lick the wine off her, and they were offering her money for it.

"Three hundred?"

She felt the gears turn in her head. This could be her ticket out of the mess she was in.

"Four hundred? Come on!"

Dana couldn't even believe what she was doing. She felt like a spectator in her own body, as she saw herself leaning over to the guest, offering her body to them. She felt their mouth begin to lick, then slurp as their tongue made its away across her breasts, licking them clean.

Her mind almost skipped forward, as she suddenly found herself face to face with the manager. She pulled out the bills she had stuffed in the bands of her stockings, handing it to him.

"I have an idea", she said, smiling.