Waitress

"Waitress, huh?" The therapist asked, clicking his pen and writing it down. Sophie had been nervous to see a new therapist—especially a man. However, his office was rather calming. The sounds of waves rolling over a beach played at a subtle volume while a diffuser filled the room with a calming lavender. She could melt into the couch if she wanted; she hadn't been this comfortable in a while.

"Yea... I figured it's easy. But I'm a bit nervous for it. It's been a while since I last did it." Sophie bit her lip. She wanted to be able to do this simple job to prove to herself that she was still able to be useful.

"It sounds like you're someone who likes to serve others, isn't that right?" He continued. "As a waitress, you need to do whatever you can to please the customer. They'll tell you who you are. They're always right."

His words were falling into place like a new foundation. He was right; she did like to serve others. The best way to do that was to meet their needs however she could. "What if I fail?" She didn't want to think that way, but her lack of confidence made it hard for her to find positivity.

"I understand your worries. After all, you've lived without a man to guide you for so long. That's why you should pay extra special attention to your male patrons. They're the one who too big. You want big tips. Getting big tips and being obedient are what make the job worth it. Those men help you get back on track to being who you are supposed to be." He set his pen down and gave her a reassuring smile.

"Who I am supposed to be? Who is that?" His comment was definitely confusing; did he know something she didn't?

"Ah, we'll need to talk about it later. We're out of time and, if I'm not mistaken, your first shift starts in a few hours." The man stood up, took her hand, and led her to the door.

"Oh, right. Thank you." Had it already been an hour? It felt as though she had just gotten there. Looking at her phone, though, she saw that he was right. Oh well. For now, she'd go change and head to work.

She'd seen some of the other waitresses in similar dress and was worried she'd need to wear the same thing. Unfortunately for her, only the hosts and bartenders were allowed to wear their otherwise unremarkable clothes. She didn't like her body to be on display like this. The only person she ever wanted to truly see her body was her step-son, but she knew that wasn't right.

The environment she would be working in was both very relaxed, but also very competitive. There were no split tips. Everyone on the floor worked for their own tips. The owner encouraged the wait staff to drink and chat with the patrons to build reporte with them. Sophie wasn't to thrilled by that prospect, but she knew she needed to at least give it a try.

She headed to her first table of the night, a knot forming in her stomach as she saw who it was. The mayor and his friends had chosen that night, of all nights, to drink and have some fun. And of course she was assigned to their table.

"Good evening. I'm Sophie and I'll be your waitress tonight. What can I get you?" She asked with a plastered-on smile.

"Look who it is! It's the wimp's step-mom!" Jake laughed, slapping her on the ass. She let out a small yelp and jumped back. She wanted to shout at him, but something stopped her. She wasn't sure why she didn't... "Glad to see you're finally working. Would have been better to have you working as my secretary at Town Hall, though. I'd make sure you really enjoyed it." He pulled her close, her hip against his face. "As for what you can get us, how about a couple of your most expensive whiskeys. You'll be drinking with us, of course. If we like it, we may give you a big tip."

That seemed to be a trigger word in her mind. I need to get big tips. That's how I know I'm doing well! Even if it means putting up with this ass and his friends. "Coming right up."

"Sir." He corrected. "You will call me 'sir.' Is that clear, bitch?" He tightened his grip on her ass cheek.

"Y-yes sir!" She squeaked out, trying to push the feeling out of her mind. Wait, why was she going along with this? Tips. That was right!

She slipped out from his grasp and left off to get their drinks. Why did his touch have such an effect on her? That bastard was making her feel like a school girl with the way her stomach fluttered with nervousness. As she brought the drinks back and finished setting them down, Jake pulled her into his lap, earning some chuckles from his friends. "Nice ass. It belongs in my lap, doesn't it?"

She was frozen. What did she even do or say in a time like this? "Yes, sir!" She squeaked out nervously.

"You need to relax, babe," one of the other men said as he pushed a glass of whiskey towards her. "Drink up."

She wasn't really a whiskey drinker, but she had to do this for the customers. She hesitantly tossed it back and felt the heat immediately spread throughout her body as she coughed. "That's... strong..." Her mind was ripped away from that right when she felt something poke against her ass. Was he hard? Worse: why was it turning her on?

"Bet you're glad your loser son is gone, aren't you?" Jake asked as he reached around to grope her chest. It was all Sophie could do to nod and whimper. She wasn't even sure what he was saying at this point. Her mind was a mess. She could smell his cologne... Was that lavender? She took another whiff and felt her mind become even more foggy.

"Look at her! It's about time she realized it!" He grabbed her chin and turned her to face him before landing a sloppy kiss on her face. Sophie was in a daze. It felt like she was in a dream, but it felt so good...

No! She shook her head and hopped off of him. The guys at the table laughed, as did Jake. He slipped a hundred into her cleavage and winked at her, "keep it coming, mommy." He teased before slapping her on the ass to get her moving.

The rest of the night was a flurry of gropes and touches, every so often pulling at her fraying resistance to her own arousal. Luckily, she made it to closing. It didn't feel like she won or succeeded, though. They had been toying with her... keeping her constantly on the edge and giving her money for it.

That part made it even worse. Every time she was groped or fondled, they would give her some money. It felt too good. Her body was on fire. From the touching and teasing to the excitement over the large amount of money she'd made, she was on fire. Her body wanted release!

She finished closing and locked up before heading to her car. It had been a long first day, though it was probably due to the understaffing. It's not like she didn't get it. Sophie was sure all the girls got treated that way. It hadn't just been that one take, either. Everyone seemed to want a piece of her.