Serving Coated

I resolutely decide to finish the night, no matter what. I led them over, seeing people staring as I passed by, and my co-workers were even more blatant; Giggling to each other, and having fun at my expense. I showed my latest group to their table and waited as they sat down. I gave them their menus to them and soon got their drink orders. Just as I'm taking them, I have to resist the urge to rub my hand along my right eyebrow and realize a blob of it has dried there.

I let out a sigh, and place their drink order. I keep busy with guests, and do my best to ignore the comments made when I'm nearby; some are even amusing, and I find myself softly giggling as I pass. I manage to keep working. As I walk past Shiela, I hear her jokingly comment, "Geez, I guess you'd really would do anything for a bigger tip, huh?" and I had to laugh at that, "Whatever pays the bills, I guess." and we laugh, before she dryly commented, "Well, I hope you're ok working naked till the end of your shift." I nodded before heading back to check up on my tables.

I quickly find myself too busy to even think of visiting the bathroom to see how coated in dried cum I was, let alone do anything about it. I barely get their drink order before it's time to refill the college male's table drinks. My thoughts are interrupted by the appearance of the college males' desert order, and I make haste to retrieve it and bring it to them. I catch smiles aimed my way the moment I arrive at their table, carefully placing their order before each of them. Once more, I find myself grabbed by my heckler, holding tightly to my leg with his left arm, his fingers casually moving along my leg.

This time, though the females seated nearby giggle at the sight. watching as I'm held tightly in place, my naked body visible to everyone, the seamen caking my skin and clumping in my hair. I manage to remain largely still, even as my legs are pulled apart as the other young man near me pulls on my leg with his right hand.

While that means I get a pause in my waitressing activity, it also means I'm stuck on the floor, unable to step off stage to deal with the sticky cum coating my bosom, face and clumping in my hair. "Looks good on you.", one of the men teased, and both tables broke into laughter. I smirk alongside them, enjoying the attention, "Glad to hear it, given the impact you've had.", which results in more gaffas and laughter.

After a bit, my other table is ready, and I'm off to serve them. I get their order and turn it in, it's time to refresh the college males' drinks. I'm kept busy, between the two, and the college males make keep holding me nearby every chance they get. Once the gal's food is ready, and I carry it over, they smile as I place it down, and before I even ask if they desire anything else, the blonde asks her friend, "I wonder what she's into.", but I don't hear the reply. I do hear the giggling that results, though.

Just then the college males call me over, and swiftly I head back to their table. I can feel his hand around my leg almost the moment I arrive, his fingers softly touching my leg and shaved mound, pleasure coursing through me at his touch. "Don't want to leave us alone too long, dear." he teased, and I smiled back his way. I gasp as I feel someone, this time from my left, smack my ass then, and they laugh in excitement.

Not having a reason to leave then, I found myself on display before them, my body being grabbed at by several of them now. Eventually, I'm drawn into making mall chat with them, punctuated by fingers upon the small of my back, leg, and the folds of my pussy. I find myself enjoying the attention, not acting to promote or dissuade it. Not that I'd need to encourage it, anyway, I thought ruefully.

I find the rest of my night busy, bouncing between the two tables until almost close. Once they leave, I'm able to finish closing up. The only real surprise was when I got to my locker. I find my purse waiting within, my new shift schedule sitting beside. The real surprise is my clothes are missing from within; rather than my clothes, I find an unsigned note, with the next of: "Briget, since you lost your uniform, I don't expect you'd mind leaving naked, either. You can get your clothes back once you get your outfit back."

I pause, doing my best not to let my surprise as such as statement show to anyone who may be nearby, holding the note in my hands. Sure, I could just go back home, but I walked here, and thus I may have to walk back ... naked this time.