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I’m a typical teenager. I just graduated from high school and still live at home. My name is Julie and I’m eighteen. My boyfriend, Bruce, is my high school sweetheart. We have been dating for three years and have been fucking for two years. I gave in to Bruce’s demands for sex when I was sixteen. I do enjoy fucking.Bruce also lives at home, so we mostly fuck in the car. Every once in a while, we splurge and rent a cheap hotel room. We never spend the night, but it is nice to fuck in a bed. Fucking in a car isn’t very comfortable. But, since we both live at home, we don’t have options.I know my parents know I’m not a virgin, but that isn’t a topic of conversation in my family. They make believe I’m an innocent, good girl. Since I live at home, I have to obey their rules. That means that Bruce can’t sleep over. I can’t wait to be able to afford my own apartment.I work at a restaurant as a waitress. Bruce works at the same restaurant as a busboy and dishwasher. I make pretty good tips, but Bruce is paid only slightly more than minimum wage. We love each other, but have an uncertain future. Neither of us wanted to go to college, so we are stuck in low-paying jobs for the time being. We talk about going to the local community college, part-time, but that’s down the road.Mr. Johnson, the owner of the restaurant, does catering on the side. Bruce and I make more money when we work one of the catering events. I’m a waitress and Bruce tends bar. No one has ever asked to see his ID, so they don’t seem to care that he’s not twenty-one.We cater at some pretty nice houses. The events are mostly neighborhood house parties, but once in a while, it’s a business gathering. We both get some generous tips at the business parties. It’s not unusual for me to get a $100 tip, and for Bruce to get $50. The older businessmen like to flirt, and as an eighteen-year-old, ‘girl-next-door’, I’m well aware what they are thinking. They would love nothing more than an opportunity to fuck a nubile, cute, young woman.After one of the parties, Bruce scolded me. He said, “Julie, did you have to flirt with the güvenilir bahis old guys at the party. We both know what they are thinking when they flirt with you. They want to fuck a young piece-of-ass, and you egg them on. I hate it when they touch your arm, or shoulder. And don’t think I haven’t noticed when one or two of the guys pat you on the ass. I want to punch them out.”I smiled at Bruce and replied, “Being friendly means higher tips. What’s the big deal? I enjoy the attention and don’t mind some harmless flirting. Don’t be a jealous jerk. Guys will be guys, even when they are older.”Depending on the size of the event, there were other waitresses who worked with me. It could be as many as five of us, with two or three bartenders. Mr. Johnson and his son did the cooking for the parties. They would precook some of the food to make it easier to prepare once we were at the event.Bruce also knew, full well, that Mr. Johnson was a lurch. He was always patting the girls’ butts at the restaurant. We didn’t like it, but tolerated his inappropriate behavior. All of us needed our jobs. A harmless pat on the ass was no big deal. Bruce was well aware of Mr. Johnson’s touching, didn’t like it, but also agreed it was not a big deal. Just part of the job.We had an upcoming business party to cater, and Mr. Johnson needed three of us to waitress. He called us into his office and explained that this would be a different kind of party from anything we had ever catered. He told us that the businessman who was holding the party wanted topless waitresses to entertain his clients from Asia. He told us that he had hired three strippers from the local strip club to entertain at the event.He looked at us and said, “I know this is unusual, and if any of you are uncomfortable, I understand. I just want you to know what’s up. It’s up to you whether or not you want to work the event. The strippers are going to hand out drinks, and you’ll pass the hors d’oeuvres. The three of us were speechless. Nancy spoke up and said, “I guess that’s okay, but hope the pay is more than usual.”Mr. Johnson agreed güvenilir bahis siteleri to double our normal wages. He then said, “I expect the tips will be more than usual. From what I’ve heard, businessmen from Asia can be pretty generous, especially when they are entertained by topless waitresses. You just have to do your job, and let the strippers set the tone. I think it will be a fun event.”We all agreed to work the party. And I was glad that Bruce would be the bartender. I know he’d enjoy filling drinks for the topless waitresses. He and his buddies went to the strip club, from time to time, to let loose. He always told me he behaved himself and never participated in lap dances. I don’t believe him, but also don’t want to be a wet blanket on his time with his buddies.Bruce was very happy, in fact too happy from my perspective, to be the bartender at the party. I was apprehensive, but looked forward to making some good money at the event.When the night of the event was upon us, I dressed in a relatively sexy outfit. Mr. Johnson asked all of us to dress up for the party. And he suggested we wear something sexy, to fit in with the theme of the event. I felt uneasy, but it was no big deal.When I got to the party, Bruce was already there. He took one look at me and said, “Julie, isn’t that dress a little over-the-top? You usually wear a waitress outfit, not a sexy dress. What gives?”I laughed and replied, “Mr. Johnson asked us to dress up for the party. It’s no big deal. With three topless waitresses serving drinks, no one will give the three of us from the restaurant a second look. The guests will be too busy checking out the tits on the strippers. And I’m sure you’ll be checking them out as well.”Bruce couldn’t argue with that. It was what it was.The guests started to arrive about the same time as the three strippers showed up. They were hard-core strippers. All business. For them, this was just another night to entertain guys. I didn’t know what to expect.There were about fifteen men at the event. They were all smiling at the topless women. And I could see iddaa siteleri them fondling the strippers’ tits, who didn’t seem to mind at all. The booze was flowing, and the guys were drunk. I saw one of the strippers disappear with one of the guests and head into the back of the house. I pretty much knew what was going on. The stripper was going to make some extra money and probably fuck the horny Asian guy.I was in a bit of a daze as I watched the strippers in action. A few of the guests acted like they were in a meat market. As I passed the hors d’oeuvres, more than one guy touched me inappropriately. I couldn’t tell if Bruce witnessed anything or not.The time frame that we were hired for was coming to an end. Bruce and Mr. Johnson started to pack up in preparation for leaving. Me and the other two waitresses from the restaurant helped load up the truck. When we were done loading, Bruce and Mr. Johnson climbed into the truck and drove off.It was time for us to leave as well, so we went into the house to get our things. The businessman who hosted the party came up to Nancy and took her aside. Nancy then approached me and Carolyn and shocked us, saying, “Eric just asked me if we wanted to make serious money. He told me that he would pay us each $1,000 if we stayed a while longer to continue to serve drinks. The catch is we have to be topless. He said the guests want to see our tits. They like the strippers, but really they want to see us topless.”I quickly said, “No way I’m showing these guys my tits. What would Bruce think if he found out?”Carolyn was quiet, then replied, “$1,000, holy shit. I could sure use the money. We don’t know these guys, so no one would ever know. Hell, I wear tiny bikinis at the pool, so why not? I’m in if you guys are.”Nancy and Carolyn looked at me for a response. I was torn. I could also use the money. But, showing my tits to a bunch of drunk guys was beyond inappropriate. My parents, and Bruce, would disown me if I went along. But, my mind was churning, and I rationalized that they would never know.I reluctantly agreed to the outrageous proposal. Nancy went up to Eric and told him we were going to stay, but wanted our money upfront. Eric smiled, went to his office, and came out with $1,000 for each of us. $100 bills with a wrapper around them. Holy shit, this was going to happen.
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