She spills a few drinks

Naomi struggled to walk in the ridiculous heels, she rarely wore them back home, even though Paul loved the way she looked in them. They're just too uncomfortable.

The whole situation was made so much more difficult by the fact that her hands were cuffed behind her back in this awkward position and that she basically had to carry the drinks using her core strength alone. It was a good job she had such a tight, toned waist.

She looked down at the huge tray of drinks the whole way over to the table with that blonde asshole, she couldn't help but look at her breasts as they dangled over the drinks, and she just knew that asshole was going to have a good grope while his friends grabbed their various beers and shots.

Each step was difficult, and the heels slammed into the ground so loud, making everyone turn their head and probably check out her half naked body as her boobs wobbled around.

She couldn't help but feel humiliated, being topless and bound like this, for all the hotel to see, she hadnt noticed all the windows that overlooked it until now, but when the sun shone on some of them, it felt like dozens more eyes on her, on her exposed body.

"Hurry up, I'm dying of thirst here."

She walked over to the man who'd proposed the ridiculous challenge she was now facing. She focused on the tray, keeping it as steady as possible the whole way, though a couple of the glasses wobbled and the beer inside them swished around, making the whole thing more unstable.

She finally reached the table without incident, and the bald man took his drink, stroking her nipple as he did.

Everyone else took theirs, copping a feel that made Naomi uncomfortable but also a little wet.

When it was the blonde man's turn, she just knew he was going to be difficult, there was still a shot and a pint glass on there.

"Closer," he said, even though he was close enough.

She stepped a little more towards him

"Now bend forwards."

She glared at him, but did as she was told, tits leaning really close to his glass now but this pose was hard to hold, and as his hand gave her breast a tight squeeze, she did half a flinch and the pint toppled over, spilling beer all over the platter and splashing all over her chest.

"Too bad," he said as he took the shot glass and gulped it down. "Hurry up with my drink, and don't spill it next time.

She headed back to the bar and returned with a clean platter and fresh pint, bending forwards for him to grope her again and this time she managed to hold the pose while he took it.

A couple of old men over the other side of the pool made several orders and spent plenty of time feeling her up before taking their drinks every time.

She served some naked masters and slaves sunbathing naked by the pool, one made her kneel while he took the drink, as he didn't want to get up. The first drink spilled as she tried to get into a kneeling position, the second time, she managed to kneel, but couldn't remain in that position long enough and another spilled.

The third time she managed to stay there and the master looked her in the eye for a good long while before taking his drink, and she finally managed to stand again, stumbling for a couple of steps in her heels.

The blonde man ordered again and she was ready this time, bending forwards for him and glaring at the bastards perfect blue eyes while he touched her up.

Finally her shift was over, and she returned to the bar to be freed from the handcuffs, massaging her wrists as the platter was removed and she took the heels off.

She walked over to the man to retrieve her top and get paid, true to his word, he handed over another $700 as she put the tank top back on.