May As Well

I sigh, smiling their way as I find the idea of being in a picture being taken, and with me in it an intriguing one. I smile at them; my body completely naked, and I find myself wiggling my ass as I walked over.

I smiled at them, noting all the routy looks aimed my way, and casually sitting on the round table, placing myself squarely in the middle of the group. I spread my legs some, making my shaved bush quite visible for almost anyone taking the shot from in front of us. I wait, aroused, and as the group gets them in position for the shot, I feel an arm casually moving up my leg, its fingers moving silently along the inside of my thigh. I felt several more hands join the first; one sliding across my right ass cheek, while another grasped tightly upon my left breast. I smirked at the attention, enjoying the sensation, as I got ready for the first photo. They manage to hoodwink one of the other patrons to act as a camera assistant, and soon I see her holding a cell phone before us, snapping a photo of us together.

They laugh together, and I feel the hands on my body change position for the next shot. The arm on my thigh moves higher up my leg, the man sitting nearby me in a chair. He casually pulls on my leg as he moves his fingers closer to my thatch, spreading my leg out wider and further from my body, making my pussy's folds all the more visible. The hand on my ass rubs across me, moving seemly in a random manner, before suddenly reaching between my legs, giving me pause as a pair of fingers rub along the outside of my clit.

The hand on my breast caresses its underside, playing around until it's almost time for the next shot, and suddenly I feel it switch to pinching my nipple. I barely keep from gaping in time, as the second shot is taken. Soon after everyone from the group is sure they want a shot of me sitting on their lap. I smile at the camerawomen then, a mischievous look in my eyes. I make my way around the table, sitting on each one in turn. I start with the guy on my right, casually placing myself in his lap. I put a knee over each of his own, a clear shot to my thatch, as they took the shot. He gropes me the moment the photo is over, running the fingers of his left hand along my clit, while his right slapped my breasts, getting a good feel of it as it bounced.

The next guy I sit across his legs, though with one leg spread across his lap and near his groin, it was just as revealing. I felt him hold me tight, and we kiss. Once the shots were over, I feel him slap me on the ass just as I was getting up. The other shots all tend to be similar, though a few don't even wait for the photo, casually putting their hands on my breasts, or casually opening the folds of my clit to make the shot all the more erotic.

Once the photos are done, I move to bring them more drinks, more than willing at this point to endure the fondling, grouping and slapping my ass that seems to come with the territory of not standing behind the bar. Just as their camerawoman moves to sit down with her date, when someone speaks up, shouting, "Hang on there. Let's get some footage of Mickey spanking her! That would be really wild!"

I pause, bringing drinks to some of my other clients. I moan softly, the idea alluring to me, even if part of me wants to know if they have any more ideas in mind . . .