At three-thirty, the atmosphere in the dimly lit lounge was quiet and relaxed. While it was quiet and relaxed, the action was bawdy. In the half hour she'd served drinks, Donna had had her ass pinched, her tits fondled through her dress and a number of attempts made by customers to slip their hands inside her panties. She had endured the pinches and squeezes and fended off the hands that felt for her cunt.
With her assigned tables taken care of, she joined Betty, standing at a nearby vacant booth with her drink tray half full. Her hair was mussed and her dress was wrinkled and twisted at her waist.
"Hey, kid!" Betty said. "How do you stay so neat and well-groomed?"
"Mostly by being fast on my feet."
Betty smiled. "I guess that'll keep you neat, but you'll make better tips if you let them abuse you a little."
"How's that?"
Betty said, "Watch this customer. That guy knows me. I'll show you a little trick I learned at a bar in Hawaii."
Betty set her tray down, put her hands under her dress, and stripped her panties down to her feet, then folded the nylon and put it on her drink tray.
Betty went two tables down, set her tray on the edge of the table and put a drink in front of the lone customer. She took his money and handed the man his change. He wrapped a ten around his middle finger and held it out low.
Betty lifted the front of her dress to her waist, stepped over to his finger, bent her knees slightly, and nudged her cunt up to his money clad finger. Her cuntlips seemed to pulse around the finger. Both the money and the finger gradually disappeared inside her.
The customer must have crooked his finger, for Betty gasped and jerked her hips, but the finger and the money remained inside her cunt.
She wiggled her ass slightly as she backed away from his hand. Her cunt came away from his bare finger. She worked two fingers into her cunt and slipped out the ten-dollar bill. The customer applauded.
Donna took her tray and circulated between the tables. Conversations invariably stopped when she drew near, and men stared at her.
"Miss…"
The voice was from the dark booth in the corner. Donna approached. The two men sitting there had been drinking, but they seemed in control of themselves.
"Gentlemen, what can I do for you?"
One of them said, "Miss, you can help us settle an argument. My friend here says he could fuck you in this booth for a hundred dollars. I say no, it'd take two hundred. Which one of us is right?"
"I'm sorry, but you're both wrong. I'm not a whore."
She turned and walked away, ignoring their protests. She'd never fucked for money and she never would. But all women use sex for favors. Well, favors or not, she'd been rude to a couple of customers. That wasn't good.
She turned and went back to the dark corner. Her eyes got accustomed to the gloom. The two men were still sitting side by side on the long padded seat. A table stood to each side of them. They were watching her approach.
She set her drink tray on one of the tables, rested a hand on each table and bent down in the open space toward them.
"Gentlemen, I owe you an apology. I shouldn't have been rude to you. I'm sorry."
"That's okay," the fair-haired one said. "I guess we were out of line. I'm Joe and this is Mike."
"Hi, guys, I'm Donna."
"Hi, Donna," Mike said.
Joe said, "We'd never have propositioned you except we get used to joking with Betty."
"Yeah, Betty's that way," Donna said.
"Betty lets us play with her toys," Mike said.
"Which toys?"
"She lets us squeeze her tits and finger her cunt and her ass. One time when things were slow, she spread herself right here and I fucked her."
"Is that what you want from me?"
"Yeah, I'd like it," Joe said.
"Well, I don't think I want to go that far. I guess if you want to squeeze my tits, it's okay."
She pulled the front of her dress down and leaned a little closer as Joe took her tits in his hands. He wasn't rough as he kneaded the firm flesh. It set up a warm tingling glow that spread through her chest.
He took her nipples and pinched them, drew them out slightly, then let them slip back. Donna's breathing grew faster.
Mike reached under her dress and ran his hands over her panties, caressing her hips and running his fingers up and down from her wait to her thighs. Then his hands moved to her asscheeks spreading them through her panties, then letting them close.
She found herself wiggling her ass to his motions, thrusting her hips toward him when ever he spread her asscheeks.
"Is it okay if I finger your cunt?" Mike asked.
Donna tried to answer him, but her breath came in short gasps. After she tried twice and couldn't speak, Joe stopped squeezing her. While she stood waiting for her breathing to slow, she wondered what she should tell him. His hands had been like fire on her hips. She wanted his finger in her cunt.
"Okay, Mike, pull my panties down. Don't make me come, though. I can't stay here long."
Mike slipped his hands down inside her panties and peeled them all the way to the floor. When she stepped out of them, he put them on the table.
Donna spread her feet wide and moved her ass down, holding her hips forward. Mike's fingers worked through the outer folds of her cuntlips. One finger, then the other, parted her tight inner lips and pinched them gently.
His fingers were hot on her tender flesh as he rubbed up and down on her cuntlips. She couldn't keep her ass from bobbing as she rocked her hips against the motion of his hands. She gasped and tossed her head back and forth, making her hair fly.
"Wait!" she cried.
Mike's hands stopped massaging her cunt.
"I'm going to fall down this way," she said. "Mike, can you just hold your hands that way and let me move against them?"
"Okay. Joe, you're doing fine. Keep it up?" Joe started kneading and squeezing her tits again, keeping the warm, tingling glow alive in her chest. She braced her legs and slowly thrust her hips up, slipping her tender cuntlips through Mike's fingers.
Her head tossed with her motions, sending her long hair flying back and forth. Her breath came in a gasp each time she whipped her ass out, and her hips rocked faster and faster, harder and harder, building the heat in her cunt.
Then the tingling heat started rising, never falling back now as she rolled her ass faster and faster. The heat rose as she rolled her ass as fast as she could. Then she peaked.
"Oooohhh!"
Her legs wobbled and Mike's hands grabbed her hips. Joe gripped her waist and held her up.
Her cuntjuice flowed out, running on the carpet, but she didn't care. Her hips rocked slower and slower, pumping the last of the fuck juice out of her. Her legs turned weak, unable to support her.
Her breathing slowed. She tried her spread legs. They were weak, but she didn't fall. When she pushed herself upright, the guys released her.
"Thanks, guys," she said. "That was quite an experience."
"You're something else, Donna," Mike said. "Sure you don't want a rematch?"
Donna took the towel from the drink tray and wiped at her cuntlips while she considered his offer.
"I'll see if I can get back a little later," she said as she pulled her panties up. "Do you want fresh drinks?"
"Yeah, sure," Joe said.
Donna moved on, circulating among the tables, smiling, exchanging pleasantries with customers, taking their drink orders, having her tits squeezed, having her ass pinched, and protecting her cunt.
Then she took her tray and sauntered down near the darkened corner. When she paused at a dimly lit booth, an arm encircled her waist and pulled tier in. Her fray clattered on the table as she landed on someone's lap.
"Let me go!" she cried, struggling to getup. "Relax, baby," a slurred voice said. "All I want is a little lovin'!"
His hands slipped down to her waist, then down to her knees. She sucked in her stomach and pushed her legs together with all her strength, but it wasn't enough. Slowly, with jerky movements, he spread her legs apart. Then he tucked her lower legs under his, holding her open.
His hand pawed over her panties, then his fingers hooked inside the cloth. He twisted and pulled, drawing her ass up from his lap as the fabric stretched. Almost without a sound, the nylon tore, ripping the a etch of her panties open.
Now his arm went down between her legs, but he didn't touch her cunt. There was the sound of a zipper, then hot flesh pushed against her crotch. His cock was rock-hard against her as he fingered her cuntlips, spreading them wide.
His cock moved against her spread outer cuntlips, then pushed against her inner slit. He rocked his hips under her, pressing in harder. Donna pushed her ass back, trying to bring her cunt up farther, but the man gripped her hips, holding her down.
He strained harder and her inner cuntlips parted as his cockhead fucked inside.
Then he brought his hands back up on her tits and squeezed them so hard it hurt as he fucked up into her. She brought her cunt up, slowly drawing her cuntlips back up on his prick, feeling the bulge of his cockhead spread them wider, drawing herself up off his cock.
Straining mightily, she pulled one leg from under him and half-lunged, half-rolled in his arms, turning to face him, pushing herself up, standing up and taking a step back.
She took a few breaths, then she leaned a little closer, still remaining out of his reach, and spoke softly.
"I'm sorry, sir," she said, "but I don't fuck unless someone asks me first! You've had a lot to drink. Can I bring you some coffee?"
He looked astonished. "Yes… sure. Coffee will be fine. I'm sorry."
She reached down through the ragged bottom of her panties and felt her cuntlips. They were wet and slippery. With the towel from her tray, she wiped them as clean and dry as she could. She brushed at her hair, picked up her tray, and moved on.
A minute later, she was in the restroom, her dress drawn up to her waist. The torn-out crotch of her panties showed her shaved cunt. When she slipped her panties off and smoothed her dress down, it concealed her cunt. She would just have to be careful about leaning over tables.
Donna went to the kitchen, drew a cup of coffee and took it back past the attendant at the door. Returning to the drunk's table, she found him asleep with his head on his arm. She left the coffee in front of him. Betty was a few tables, away. Donna joined her.
"How's the campaign going, honey?"
"I'm surviving," Donna said. "What do you know about Joe and Mike?"
"They're a real pair. They tip big."
"What do they do?"
Betty laughed briefly. "Anything they can get away with. They proposition you?"
Donna nodded.
"Well, they aren't bad," Betty said. "They've gotten a little rough at times, but they didn't mean any harm."
"They were pretty nice to me. I'd like to pay them back."
"You need some privacy?"
"It would help."
Betty set her tray down and opened the little vinyl pouch she carried on it. She took out a key.
"This is to Tony's private office. He isn't around tonight. I guess you know your way around there."
"What if Tony comes back?"
Betty lifted her shoulders slightly. "There are no guarantees. Anyway, things are a little slow right now. I'll cover for you for a while."
Donna delivered the rest of the drinks on her tray – except two. She went back to the dark corner and paused until her vision adjusted.
"Well, Donna," Joe said. "We'd almost given up on you. Here we've been dying of thirst."
"Sorry to keep you waiting, but something came up. You want your drinks here, or would you rather go where it's more private?"
In Tony's vacant office, she closed the door and turned to her companions.
"Boy, what a spread," Mike said, looking at the furnishings.
"Did you guys come to admire the furniture or what? Come on! Strip me don!"
Joe drew the zipper of her dress down to her ass and grabbed the hem. As soon as he had it lifted to her waist, Mike stepped in front of her, grasped the soft flesh of her hips and moved his hands up on her waist, squeezing gently. When Joe pulled her dress off over her head, Mike released his grip on her.
The men shed their clothes while Donna unfolded the sofa into a bed. She turned to see them standing side by side, their hard cocks thrust out.
"You guys already got me warmed up," she said, "so it's my turn. On the bed, both of you!"
They lay close together. Donna got up on her knees and looked for a way to take their cocks in her mouth. Their pricks were big. She ended up with her thighs spread out flat over them, their cocks pointed up toward her face.
She held Mike's cockshaft in her hand as she slipped her lips out over the head of Joe's cock. The shaft throbbed in her hand, and her mouth slipped down Joe's prick, pushing the cockhead back into her throat. She ran her lips up and down the hot shaft as Joe groaned and writhed under her.
Next she turned to Mike's cock. Mike's cock wasn't as long as Joe's, but the head was bigger and she had to stretch her lips out over it. It filled her throat as she went all the way down on it.
"What the hell's going on here?"
Donna looked up. Tony was standing just inside the office. He was scowling.
"Can't a man even carry on his business without a bunch of people fucking in his office?"
Donna slipped her lips up the shaft of Mike's cock and pulled her mouth up off the cockhead.
"Tony! I'm sorry it's all my fault!"
His scowl changed to a grin.
"I guess four can play," he said as he unbuckled his belt.
He stripped quickly while Donna watched from her undignified position, her cunt spread wide over Joe and Mike, their cocks pointed up at her mouth.
"How about it, Donna? You ready to take us all on at once?" Tony asked.
"Yeah! Tony, you get on your back. I need your big cock pointing right back up to my mouth."
Soon Tony was in position, his cock stiff and pointing up at a slant.
"Now, Mike, I need you to like down on your back with your feet pointing away from Tony."
When Mike was in position, she looked over the pair of them. They were lying close together, their feet pointing in opposite directions. She would have to straddle both of their bodies to get her cunt impaled on Mike's prick and still have her throat in position to run straight down on Tony's big cock.
She got down on her knees and spread her legs wide.
"Okay, Joe," she said. "Can you get on me from the rear?"
Joe's hands were gentle on her hips as he got into position. Donna reached back, spread her asscheeks and felt the head of his cock push against her asshole. When she reached back and grabbed his cockhead, a little slippery pre-cum came away on her fingers. She rubbed it around her asshole, then squeezed his cock.
"Stay with me, Joe."
"No problem," he said. "I could ass-fuck you clear across the bed."
She wiggled her hips and felt her cuntlips push out over Mike's cock. She settled her hips down, pressing her cunt down on his cockhead as he slowly thrust up into her. A warm wave of tingling heat made her gasp quietly as he fucked deep into her pussy.
Joe had kept pressing his cock hard against her asshole, and now the prickhead slipped inside. He slowly fucked full length into her ass.
Donna leaned forward and put her lips over the end of Tony's cockhead. As she pressed her face down, her lips stretched out wide over the width of his big cockhead. Still pressing down, her lips slipped over the bulging head and down on the stiff prick shaft.
While she took Tony's cock in her throat, Mike's hands gripped her hips tightly, and he poised for the next thrust. His cock made a wet slipping sound as he slowly fucked into her cunt, and Donna sucked her belly in and rolled her ass up, rotating her hips back. The cockhead burned warm in her as the cock drove in deep.
On the next stroke, Donna shifted her hips, thrusting her belly out and rolling her ass down. The hot cock slipped from her tingling cuntlips.
She jerked when Mike's cockhead touched her clit. Her whole body stiffened, then went slack. She wanted to whimper when he moved the cockhead back to her pussylips, but she couldn't because of Tony's big cock in her mouth.
Joe followed her hip gyrations as his cock fucked into her ass, and her asshole loosened under his relentless force. It was a relief every time to feel his cock slide back out.
While Mike and Joe fucked her, she slowly brought her lips up on Tony's cockshaft, making the prickhead slide out of her throat. She stopped when her lips came up against the bulge of the cockhead, keeping the huge cock inside her mouth. She breathed through her nose, then started sliding her lips back down.
When she started back down, Tony's gentle fingertips touched her head. They caressed her face and brushed her hair.
As Mike fucked into her cunt, Donna held her hips still to let Joe's cock slam into her ass. His cock-strokes in her ass became harder, and then he tensed against her asscheeks and his hot jism spurted deep into her shitter, burning her with each spurt.
He held his quivering hips tight against her asscheeks until his cum stopped spurting. Then he bent low over her, squeezing her tits and hugging her, but leaving his cock up her ass.
Joe's cum flowed hot in her ass while she worked on Tony's cock. She ran her stretched lips up and down faster, working on the full length of his cockshaft. He writhed and groaned under her, and rocked his hips up to meet her face.
Then he tensed, arched his back and shot his burning cum up into her throat. Donna kept her mouth down on the base of his cock and swallowed as the cum pumped deep into her throat.
She kept Tony's spent cock in her throat and held her breath as Mike's cock-strokes got harder and slower in her cunt. Then a great wave of heat surged through her cunt and she held herself still, letting his cock keep pounding against her clit. She quivered all over as her cunt juices flowed over his driving cock.
Mike stopped for a moment, then thrust up hard and held his body arched against her as his hot cum spurted far into her pussy.
She slipped her mouth up off Tony's limp cock and breathed the cool air, panting and gasping. When Mike's cum stopped spurting, she raised her hips and slipped her cunt off his spent prick.
Joe pulled his cock out of her ass.
Donna rolled over on her back, spread her legs and looked up at Joe. Without a word, Joe knelt between her spread legs and held her cuntlips with his fingers. The gentle massaging action of his fingers was soothing on her tired pussy. Her hips rocked in time with his movements. That gentle tingling warmth felt good in her overheated cunt.
"Betty's still covering for me," she said. "I'd better get back to work."
"Come on back at closing," Tony said. "We'll have a nice group celebration."
Donna pulled her dress and smoothed the silk on her hips. She nodded to Joe and Mike as she left.
A few minutes later, after a stop in the restroom to freshen up, she joined Betty in the dimly lit lounge.
"Where have you been all this time?" Betty asked.
She told her about Tony joining the festivities and asked how things had been going.
"Pretty slow," Betty said. "The only action was the fella in the corner booth. He's had six cups of coffee and keeps asking for you. Better see what he wants."
The stack of empty cups on the table was impressive. If nothing else, the man had to have great kidneys.
"Hi," Donna said, sitting down next to him. "Feeling better?"
"I'm feeling more sober, but no better," he said. "I feel terrible. I raped you. I've never done anything like that before."
"Don't worry. You'd just had too much to drink."
"No. It wasn't that. I've been drunk before I just saw you standing there and I had to have you."
"Forget it."
"I can't forget it! Here. I want you to have this."
He slipped a bill in her garter. "No," she said. "I don't want your money."
"Please. I'll feel better if you keep it."
Then the man got up and left. Donna took the bill out and held it up. Fifty dollars!