Table manners (side quest)

While she was showing the two new customers their table and explaining the menu the two had already found something else to entertain themselves. Already mid walk one of them had lifted the skirt of the waitress and seeing no resistance nor rejection from her side they took it as an invitation.

Groping and even fingering her mid-walk in front of all the other customers.

By the time they had reached their table the waitress legs were already trembling slightly but she professionally continued to read out the menu explaining to the two all their different bonus services. Her voice only occasionally shivered slightly but she managed to somehow keep reading despite that which seem to please the men.

From the condoms hanging by her stocking it was clear she was also part of the menu and when the left man whose fingers where currently inside her whispered something she obediently bend forward laying her sizeable chest on the table and spread both her asscheeks herself for better access. Giving both men quite the inviting sight.

One men sat down simply enjoying the show while his comrade fucked the waitress from behind. This scene as obscene as it was didn’t seem to bother anyone else for this restaurant was known for its “great” customer service and special menu options.

As the world got lewder such services become more and more common place as I clearly saw another waitress crawling under a table of multiple guys after they had selected from the additional menu.

I hadn’t even looked at it but curiosity got the better of me and I wondered what they earned for their additional services rendered. Just the thought of walking around for anyone to publicly grope and finger send a shiver down my spine, though against my better judgment I felt my panties grow slightly wet at the prospect.

Resigned I looked at the special menu and bit my lower lip. At these prices the girls must earn quite a nice salary and it likely didn’t even include tips.

My current pouch felt rather empty having spend a-lot last time around, I thought, trying to ignore the growing heat between my tights. When had I become such a loose woman I wondered as I saw the for hire sign my gaze drifting back towards the waitress being plowed from behind.