The waiter

The waiter stared at her bare breasts for a moment, then raised an eyebrow and remained surprisingly cool.

“It happens to me more often than you think. Did your bloke dump you and now you’re looking for a bit of comfort?” he said calmly.

Sarah blushed even more. “I… I’ll pay too. The suite’s already booked. Five stars.”

The waiter grinned slightly, then waved to a slightly older colleague – in his late 40s, stocky, with short grey hair and unshaven. The man came closer.

“Hey Marc,” said the waiter. “This little one here is willing to do anything today to get a piece of me. We were talking about a threesome the other day. Fancy it?”

Sarah’s eyes widened. She stood there, her breasts still exposed, and wanted nothing more than to sink into the ground.

The older waiter slowly looked her up and down, then nodded.

“Sure. Why not.”

The first waiter looked at Sarah again. Sarah’s eyes widened. “But… I only want one… please.”

“Either both… or nothing. It’s your decision.”

Sarah was completely overwhelmed. Her head was spinning. She thought of Leon, of his words, of the suite, of the task.

Two might even be better… mightn’t they?

“Then it’s a no,” he said with a shrug, already turning back to his glasses. Sarah panicked. This was her only chance. Leon was waiting for results. If she failed now… “Wait!” she blurted out, grabbing his arm. “Please… I… I really need this today.”

The waiter turned back to her. Marc had now appeared beside him – slightly older, more muscular, with short grey hair and a cool gaze. “What’s going on?” asked Marc.

“The little one wants to fuck but doesn’t want a threesome,” replied the younger one.

Marc laughed softly. “Then have fun somewhere else.” Sarah’s breathing quickened. Her hands were shaking. She could sense that the two men were already losing interest.

“Wait… please wait!” she said quickly, her voice breaking. “Okay… okay. I… I’ll do it. With both of you.”

The two waiters exchanged a brief glance, then looked back at Sarah. “Are you sure?” asked the younger one. “You look like you’re about to run away.” Sarah nodded hastily, even though her heart was racing. “Yes… I’m sure.” Marc crossed his arms. “Prove it.”

Sarah blinked. “How… prove it?”

The younger waiter nodded towards the back of the bar. “There’s a small cubicle under the counter back there. A curtain in front of it. Take off your dress, go in there and wait. We’ll come in one after the other and slip a hand or a cock in. If you haven’t run off by then, we’ll believe you.”

Sarah stared at him in horror. “Here? Now? Behind the bar?” “Right here,” said Marc impatiently. “Or forget it.” Sarah hesitated for another long, shy moment. She suddenly felt small and insecure. But the thought of Leon and the fear of failing were stronger.

“Okay…,” she whispered, barely audibly.

She walked round the bar. The younger waiter lifted the heavy black curtain. Behind it was a narrow, perhaps one-metre-wide cubicle with smooth walls. No shelves, no hiding place. Above, a bright neon tube shone down cold, merciless light.

Sarah swallowed hard. She knelt down, pulled the red dress over her head with trembling fingers and handed it to the waiter. Now she stood completely naked before him – only high heels on her feet. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly, her nipples rock-hard. Between her legs, a tell-tale sheen was already glistening.

She slipped into the cubicle. The curtain fell behind her.

The neon light was brutally bright. There were no shadows, no way to hide. Every curve, every goosebump, every single pore was mercilessly illuminated. Sarah crouched with her back to the wall, her arms tightly crossed over her breasts, her thighs spread obscenely wide. She felt incredibly naked, **** and at the same time so aroused that her cunt was literally throbbing.

Then a thick, warm, already hard cock pushed through the curtain. “Jerk him off,” the younger waiter ordered quietly through the curtain. “That’s right. Show us you mean business.”

Sarah’s breath caught in her throat. With a trembling hand, she began to move the stranger’s cock slowly up and down. Her fingers closed tighter around the thick shaft. She jerked him off hesitantly, almost shyly, feeling every vein, every throb.

“Faster,” came the next command.

She obeyed. Her hand now slid faster over the hard cock, the skin stretching with every movement. A drop of pre-cum oozed from the glans and ran over her fingers.

“And now lick it,” said the waiter in a hoarse voice.

Sarah hesitated. Her heart was racing. She had never been in a situation like this before. But she thought of Leon and realised this was her only chance.

She leaned forward slightly, parted her lips and ran her tongue gently over the thick, glistening glans. The salty taste spread through her mouth. She licked hesitantly, circling the tip with her tongue, then, a little more boldly, along the shaft.

“Deeper into your mouth,” demanded the waiter.

Sarah opened her lips wider and took the glans into her warm, wet mouth. She sucked gently whilst her hand continued to stroke the shaft. The cock twitched against her tongue. She heard a soft moan from the other side of the curtain.

“Good girl,” murmured the waiter. “Just like that.”

Sarah’s own cunt was now dripping heavily. Her thighs were wet. She stood there – naked, brightly lit, wanking and licking a stranger’s cock – whilst two men roughly worked her tits.

The younger waiter groaned softly.

“Another 40 minutes… then we’ll take you away and really fuck you.”

Sarah didn’t reply. She just sucked harder, her eyes half-closed, the neon light mercilessly shining on her naked, aroused body.

She was already completely lost in the situation.