Play Along

After thinking it over, I decided I might as well play along. Business is slow right now, and nobody here could be offended. Besides, their good spirits may lead to a better tip, right? I hear giggles come from everyone at the table. I find myself enticed by their attention placed upon me, despite the rowdiness of their nature.

I turn my rear end to him; and give it a good shake, before amazingly retorting, "If you want to slap it, hit it like you mean it. Don't do it halfway". His smile grows, as he slaps my exposed ass cheek with some ****. I feel dirty, at the touch, before saying "Smack it like you mean it! Don't let your audience down!” A few whoops of merriment reach my ears. I wiggle my ass, captivating all of the men at the table, causing a huge ruckus.

This time, he does not simply smack my butt cheeks, but he rubs side to side, his fingers finding their way ever closer to the inside of my thigh each time. After several repetitions, he raises his hand and applies enough **** to make an audible sound at the impact. I make an 'ooh' sound, before further captivating them with more, quick twerking of my body. He resumes the pattern of rubbing my ass cheeks, followed by a hard slap several more times. I'm excited by the touch, even though I can see my exposed rear getting red from the attention being sent my way.

One of the other guests at my table speaks up, commenting, "You're cooler than most of the wait staff here. Most just get bothered when we try messing with them." I smile back at him, before saying, "Well, I promise not to let it bother me. I can't say I can play with you every time, as I may have other tables or other reasons to restrain me. I hope to make your stay a pleasant one."

Having had their fun, they order their food with rapidity. Each one gets a separate entry, plus an appetizer and several promises to order desserts as well. Having taken their order, I walk off to place their order with the kitchen. One of the other waitresses must have seen the interaction we had, who gives me a crooked grin and says quietly to me, "Nice. They tend to be a handful, but at least you can get along with them. Can’t say I have ever seen anyone try that before, but nonetheless it works."

I nod at the compliment before replying, "Who's said I was playing? I found it quite enjoyable." I continue on, seeing the confusion plainly written on her expression.