Working Glazed

Standing by them, my nudity visible to all nearby, the heckler's arm wrapped around my leg. I see the smiles radiating from their faces and can't help but smile back. Every moment I'm there, I can feel their ... pleasure drying upon my skin and in my hair, but remain at the table anyway. They are laughing to each other, telling jokes. I feel his arm on my leg, his fingers moving across my exposed skin. I could see them looking my way, and as I scanned the room, could see people from other tables staring my way.

I smiled along with them, enjoying the humor, even if it was aimed my way, my nudity exposed before all before I finally chose to speak up. "So, do you happen to know what happened to my uniform?", and they quieted down a moment before one of them spoke up, "Oh, we may know, but don't equate that to knowing for certain." A few gafaws and chuckles are heard from them at that. "Jerry gave it to one of your co-workers while you were away, though Harry may also have given it to your boss, or Frank as a gag gift to his girlfriend. Several of those may be possible, at this point. Sorry, now tell me, does this mean dessert is out of the question?"

I had to smile at that, finding it a rather ridiculous notion. giggling softly to myself. "No, you can still get dessert." They cheer, and I feel a hand on my ass then, grabbing and gripping it in the palm of his hand, holding on to me tight. "You're cool." he declares before ordering a dessert, followed swiftly by everyone else haphazardly shouting what they wanted. I manage to get it all down, smiling softly as I worked. I walked over to place the order, wondering how noticeable my new ... glazing would be noticeable. I quickly heard whispers from my co-workers and they pointed, giggling and snickering softly to each other, and removing any doubt I may have had. 'What a slut.", and similar fragments could be heard peppered within.

I feel my face blush, and look down at myself, getting a good view of both how exposed my nudity was, and just where they had splashed their cum upon me. Globs, thin lines, and splashes crisscrossed my chest, including my nipples. I could feel it drying in my hair and face also, letting me know it was both apparent and covering way more than I would have expected. I looked forward once more, and squaring my shoulders, walked to the counter, and placed the order. I shouted as though nothing was amis, and they took the copy from me, placing it on my table.

As I turned around, I heard the cooks giggle and chat, "Wow, she went down on them fast!" "Oh, yea she did." and "Wonder what it would take to get me a few minutes with her." I held myself still for a moment, not reacting but hearing them nonetheless. It was then a new table was assigned to me. I resisted the urge to sigh, thinking 'It never rains but it pours. ', and quickly hoof it over.

I find a pair of young women standing before me; both blonde. One was wearing a low cut-v neck and really tight leggings, whille the other is wearing a halter top and cut-off shorts. Both started laughing and giggling once they saw me approach, whispering to each other and poking back and forth. I managed to stand there, by the podium, silently taking it in, and look over at my co-worker manning the greeter stand. She is also giggling, not joining in, but she is staring at me and clearly aware of both my nudity and what is upon my exposed skin.

She eventually manages to control herself, and manages to **** out, "She will ... haha ... will be showing you to your table. I hope you enjoy your stay. "We already are, but thanks," one of them manages, erupting in laughter. "If you follow me." They somehow manage to stay quiet until my back is turned, and only then do their giggles resume, following closely behind as I lead them to their assigned table ... right by the college males, of course. With me naked before them too ... of course.