bare-ly

"Lacey, two hot fudge sundaes, table five!" Shannon Collins calls to you in a sugary sweet voice. Her mischievous smile belies her real intentions, though. You are **** to leave your position by the counter cut and cross in front of the near capacity evening crowd to pick up the order at the other end of the glass counter. You can just feel all the younger crowd's eyes on you, gingerly rollerskating before them in your ridiculous excuse for a waitress uniform.

Now you must cross the dining room again to reach table five. Unlike the once-geeky Larry, you are not very good on roller skates. Adding to the problems you have balancing is the fact that you've been given the tallest desserts they have to serve first.

You make it uneventfully to table five, to find a couple of butch-looking young women awaiting the arrival of their sundaes. As you position yourself to place the sundaes on the table, your balance is upset. Was that a boot from under the table you tripped against?

The onlookers giggle around the table as you save the sundaes, but stumble forward. The dramatic cleavage created by Sharon's knotting of your too small polo shirt into a halter has collected one of the sundae's whipped cream and cherry.

The brushcut brunette seated closest to you eyes the little red fruit nestled in the crevice of your big mammaries.

"Let me take care of that for you, sweetie!"she says, dipping her head down and lapping at the cream on your exposed chest.

The guys go wild watching the hot girl-girl action. You know Larr and Sharon are watching and you better not put up a fuss. You feel her hot pink tongue scoop the cherry from between your titties. Your eyes close and your pussy wets as you think of hot lesbian action.

And then it's over. You open your eyes and straighten back up, a little disappointed as you look into the two girls' passive expressions.

"Thank you, sweetie," the one with the talented tongue says, managing to stuff a dollar bill into the waistband of the many-sizes too small khaki shorts.

Catcalls greet you as you return to the counter. Your little stumble has **** more tawny assflesh to reveal itself from the shorts' abbreviated legs.

"Lacey! Pickups for table four!" Shannon again chimes. You take a tray of four ice cream sodas from her and manage your way to table four.

You find two couples, probably about your age, on a double date. The pretty girls giggle derisively, making verbal jabs. The guys find themselves able to join in with their dates as they take in your attributes.

"My God! Those cowtits real?" asks one girl, laughing.

"Mooo!" goes her friend.

"Quite an assful, too!" says one guy looking behind him. The verbal jabs get more physical as he grabs a handful of assmeat and squeezes.

"Do you get off dressing like a slut?" asks the one, not listening for an answer. She pokes your exposed titflesh. "I think they are real!"

"Betcha she's bi," says her friend, reaching over the table. "Watch this!" The pretty blonde grabs your hair and frenches you forcefully. The crowd responds around you, hooting and hollering. You start to respond, pushing your tongue at hers.

"Slut!" she laughs, pushing you away, wiping her mouth. "She wanted to french me!" she giggles to her friend.

"God! What a 'ho!" the other returns. "Go away, slut!"

You try to make your way back to the counter, humiliated, on wobbly legs.

"Lacey! Takeout order for you!" Shannon calls.

When you get to the counter, The strawberry blonde hands you a large bag. "The name is on the bag!"

You look incredulously at both Shannon and the address on the bag. you whisper,"Shannon, I can't go out this way!" You look pointedly at your brief outfit. "And this place is all the way over on the other side of the mall and it's.. it's.."

"Larrrry.." Shannon sighs discontentedly.

All you need to see is the glare from the eyes of the former geek and know it's fruitless to argue. You sigh deeply..