Topless Waitress

WARNING: If you don't like stories where the cheater gets away with it or gets forgiven for it, this story and many in my catalog are not for you. Unless otherwise labeled, my stories are FICTION. No marriage has been endangered to create this story. This is not our universe though it has similarities. The story may not conform to our reality. STDs are not an issue in this universe, unless they feature in the storyline. I don't care if you think every infidelity should end in divorce, or you would divorce, or you think she's a slut. Your morals are not part of my stories. All characters are over the age of 18.

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Topless Waitress

The recession is taking its toll. Zack is out of work, and I am out of work. We are running low on money, unemployment benefits do not cover all our costs, and despite cutting back on everything, our savings are getting low. We spend the afternoon looking through job boards, we each find a couple of possibles, and submit resumes. Without much hope, we have been doing this for months now. A hell of a way to start a marriage.

I head out to my walking group. Today Allison is here. I have not talked to her in a long time. Really, this is probably the first time since the wedding, about a year ago. We dawdle a bit and the rest of the group gets ahead of us. We know where the meeting point is, Columbia's Finest Coffee, a local coffee shop in the mall.

We catch each other up and finally I tell her I am out of work and looking.

"How desperate are you?"

"Not quite desperate enough to list myself on Leo List as available for a paid fuck, but getting close, I will be there in a couple of weeks. I'll run out of unemployment benefits in two months, but we run out of money in about three weeks. We have already been using the food bank. I have been having water at the coffee shop for the last month."

"OK, there is an opportunity if Zack will go along with it. I have been in a similar place, but I got a job at Piere's, a topless restaurant." She digs out her phone, finds a photo, and sends it to me. "Here is my work outfit."

I look at the picture. She is standing holding a tray in one hand with the other on her hip. The outfit is tiny hotpants and high heels. "Fuck, what did Randy have to say about this?"

A sigh. "He found it and suggested it."

"Wow. I suppose you have trouble with the customers."

"The official rule is, no touching. Nobody pays it any attention. I get felt up at almost every table, though the more I get felt up, the better the tips."

"Any other problems?"

"Well, don't tell Randy, but to get the job you'll need to fuck Adrian, the owner. To get good shifts, you will need to fuck Adrian again, and occasionally Clay the cook. There are six girls, so figure one day a week you are Adrian's fuck toy."

"Randy doesn't know?"

"If I told him, he would make a scene, and I would lose the job. That is why there is an opening, Sandy's husband found out that Adrian had fucked her and made a scene big enough to bring the police in. He did not even know about the others. They arrested him, but she lost her job. That was last night."

We walk along the path, and I chew on my lip. "Does it pay well?"

"Minimum wage plus tips. On the other hand, if I finish a shift with less than $200 in tips, I feel I have had a bad day. Friday evenings are usually over $1,000, but you work hard for those tips. Those hotpants provide no protection from roving fingers. You just have to grin and bear it. There are also other opportunities to make money, a lot more money, but Zack will not like them."

I walk along in silence for a few minutes then ask, "Where can I apply?" I am pretty sure I know what those other opportunities are.

"I can take you there after coffee."

I get out my phone. "Zack, I will be late. I have an opportunity to apply for a job as a topless waitress."

Zack processes for a minute. "Topless you say. Well, you have great breasts, so you would qualify. I assume they have a no touching rule?"

"Yeah, but Allison says the customers regularly break that rule."

"I don't like it. But we do need the money, does it pay well?"

"It's restaurant work, minimum wage plus tips, though Allison says the tips can be good."

"Even minimum wage will help for a while. It will be close to the amount of your unemployment benefits."

"I will lose my unemployment benefits, but it should pay more than that with the tips and I will lose them soon anyway."

"If it is too bad, you can quit. If you last long enough your unemployment benefits reset and you get more time. OK, go for it."

I put the phone away. "He said go for it."

"I heard. Let me buy your coffee."

Piere's restaurant is in an industrial park. It is an old warehouse building, with lots of parking. Inside is a restaurant area and a bar area. I assume the kitchen and staff areas are further back. Allison introduces me to Adrian, then heads back to change for her shift.

"Allison says you want to work here."

"Yes."

"Did she tell you my condition?"

"I have to fuck you once a week."

"Come." I follow him to an office at the back. The cook is a burly black guy. We pass him and enter Adrian's office and close the door. He points to a couch. "Strip."

I strip. I stand there naked and he walks around me, pats my bum, and gropes my breasts. "Great breasts, artificial I assume."

"Nope, all me. In the summer between grade 8 and grade 9 they came in fast. My mother bought me four new bra sizes between mid-June and mid-September. I don't even remember them being small."

He reaches down and rubs my landing strip. "Natural blonde? Can you suck cock?"

"I know how, yes." I fail to mention that I am not a fan of sucking cock, I have a strong gag reflex. I need the job, and if that is what it takes, then so be it.

He undoes his pants and drops them. He is commando underneath. He sits up on his desk, legs spread. "Show me."

Really? If I met him in a bar when I was looking to get laid, he wouldn't make the cut. I hesitate, then remember that I need the job. I step forward, grab his cock, pump a couple of times, then lean down and suck it into my mouth. He is obviously not that excited by me. It is hard work to get him hard, then he grabs my hair and pulls me off. "On your back on the couch."

He steps out of his pants and follows me. I lie back and spread my legs. He gets into position and shoves his cock in. I am rather dry, so it is hard work. Finally, after a few thrusts, my lubrication starts. Then he fucks away, not paying any attention to me, and cums deep inside. He pulls out. "OK, you have the job. Collect your clothes and follow me."

I start to put my panties on. "Forget that; you'll just have to take them off to get into your uniform." He looks at my shoes. "Tomorrow wear heels." I follow him out. The cook watches me walk by naked. We cross over to another room on the other side of the kitchen. It is a locker room. He pounds his hand on a locker. "This one is yours, number 5." Then he rummages through a box of hotpants, finds one he thinks will fit, and hands it to me.

"I should clean up first."

"Nope, the guys will love it when their fingers come back all cummy. Better tips. After lunch you can fill out the employment forms. Get out there and ask the girls what they need you to do." I slip into the hotpants. "Get your husband to fuck you in the morning. It will help your tips." Then he leaves. I put on my socks and shoes. I check myself in the mirror and tuck in a few stray hairs, thank God I'm blonde. Then push everything else into the locker. There's no lock on any of them. Note to self, don't bring anything valuable.

I head out and help set the tables. There is noticeable relief from a couple of the girls when they realize they will be covering fewer tables. I am assigned the zone Sandy used to handle. At 11, Allison goes to the front door and unlocks it. About five minutes later the first group of workers arrive.

Allison is right, everyone wants to feel my breasts, butt, thighs and to stick a finger inside me. Adrian is right, when they find a cummy finger they all love it. I suppose it allows them to think that maybe they could get a chance to fuck me. Lunch service is frantic.

Lunch crowd leaves and we do cleanup and set the tables for dinner. I head back to Adrian's office and fill in the paperwork. Then I get a few minutes to myself. The hotpants have two tiny pockets, now stuffed with money. Lots of ones, a bunch of fives and tens, a pair of twenties and a fifty. All together the lunch crowd tipped me $197. My three hous at minimum wage, $21 less taxes, less insurance, and the medical plan, leaves me with $2.41. The evening shift will be better because the health plan and insurance will already have been paid.

Adrian tells me, "Be back for 4 when your next shift starts." I have a quick shower in the staff change room, then dress and head back to Zack. I drop the money on the table, plus the note from Adrian showing how my minimum wages gets eaten up by costs.

I show him the hotpants. They are still damp from my washing them in the sink at work. "Put them on, I want to see."

I strip and put them on. "Holy fuck you are hot. I can see why you made so much in tips."

"Tonight is the dinner crowd. I need to wear heels. It is formal." I grin and Zack laughs. I hug him and kiss him, then change back into my 'civvies.' I sit and watch half an hour on Netflix then grab my heels, and a small shoulder-strap purse. The hotpants really don't have enough room for money, and I can carry my phone. I head back to work.

Allison grabs me as I arrive. "OK the dinner crowd will stay and have drinks. They will want to fuck you. It is illegal. You cannot do it inside the building. They will offer a lot of money. Tell them it is illegal and they will offer more. If you do decide to take some, go out to their car. If you are concerned, grab one of the other girls and tell them who you are going with. If someone grabs you, try to write it down along with the time. If something happens, we want to be able to give the police a bit more information. If you can get a license plate number, that is even better. Though, there is video of the cars entering and leaving the parking lot. Nothing says you have to do it. So, if you don't want to, then just refuse. Oh, and Adrian takes a $50 kickback on each guy you fuck."

"Do you do it?"

"Yeah, if the guy looks good enough and does not smell too bad and the money is right. Yeah, I will do it."

"I assume you do not tell Randy."

"Not a chance."

For the evening shift, Adrian has printed labels with our names on them. I slap mine on my shoulder, well above my left breast.

The first customers show up at 4:30. By 5:30 the place is full. Just after 8, a couple more girls arrive and set up to serve drinks. Apparently if you quit, you can come back for unpaid evening shifts for the tips. Everyone wants to cop a feel. Most want a finger inside. I am wet. At 9 I head to the staff toilet. Technically my shift has ended, but nobody is kicking me out and the tips are good. My hotpants are wet a third of the way up to the waistband. Some of the guys are making passes. Some are getting rowdy. Adrian and Clay, the cook, are out acting as bouncers. When I get back to serving drinks, I start seeing girls stepping out with guys.

Several guys make passes at me, but I turn them all down. Then, "Hello there." He focuses in on my name tag. "Maggie. How about a little fun out back?"

I look at him; he is actually quite hot for a guy. "Sorry, not interested."

"How about I sweeten the pot with say three hundreds?"

"That actually makes it illegal."

"Now, now we don't need to worry about the authorities, they almost never come out this far. Say I make it five?"

It is my first day, I figure my tips are close to $400. Add another $500 and I have enough to balance the budget for the rest of this month. At this rate it will pay better than IT work. On the other hand, Zack will not be happy if he finds out. I look at him. "Sorry, I'm married." I hold up my finger and show him the ring.

"Don't worry, I won't tell him. Say 7?"

I hesitate, that would really help the budget, but how would I explain it to Zack. I wobble a bit on my heels. "Sorry."

"OK, ten, that is my limit."

Fuck, fuck, fuck. He is really good looking and I see a tenting in his pants. God, I am so fucking horny. I look around and spot Allison heading out the door with an Asian guy. "OK, but you have to wear a condom."

"For that kind of money, I expect no condom." He hesitates for a bit then "Twelve, no condom."

"Show me the money." Christ on roller skates, what am I doing. I have never cheated on Zack. Oh, wait, Adrian. I don't know who I am anymore.

He gets his wallet out and counts out 12 hundreds. I try not to watch, but I can see he has a lot more where they came from. I fold them in half and shove them into the purse with the other tips I have made. He takes my arm and we head out. At the door, Adrian stops me and whispers in my ear. "Hope you charged him lots, I get a $50 fee for each guy you take out."

I open the purse and pull out a hundred. "You owe me." Then we head out. Back in the parking lot he stops at an SUV and opens the rear hatch. Inside he has a mat with sheets and the back seats folded down. I climb in, move up and sit with my back against the driver's seat. I haven't had sex in a car since university.

He climbs in and pulls the hatch back closed. Then he slides up, grabs my hotpants. "Up!" He slides my hotpants down and then off over my heels. I am dripping wet. He undoes his pants and slides them off. Then he rolls me over into doggy. His cock slides in with no resistance.

God, he feels good. I moan. He starts fucking me, but before I can think to reach back and rub my clit, he cums. A hard blast of semen against my cervix. "Oh, wow, blocked up a bit?"

"I have been watching you for the last hour and thinking about fucking you. Seems I was most of the way there before we got started." He pulls out, leaving me feeling empty. Next, he rolls me over and pulls me toward the back, spreads my legs, props them on his shoulders and still hard he slides in missionary, pushing my legs up against my chest. "You are so hot, I want to fuck you over and over again." He grabs a breast and pulls it up so he can suck on the nipple. I reach down and rub my clit. After a moment he starts fucking. I adjust my position a bit and get my fingers out of the way. He is now banging on my clit each stroke.

I can feel an orgasm building. Then after a bit, "I'm gonna cum, keep going, harder. I want it deep. Oh, oh, oh." I wrap my legs around him and pull him in. I cum. I curl up and grab him around the neck. It is an epic orgasm. He is not the only one who has been thinking about sex all evening. Then when I am just about done, he cums again. Another shot of warm cum against my cervix, and my orgasm revives itself. He lies on me for a while as he finally shrinks out.

He rolls off and grabs the hotpants. "I'm gonna keep these as a memento."

"The boss will make me pay for them, another hundred."

He does not protest, he digs out another hundred. I open the hatch back and climb out. I put the hundred in my purse. Naked except my purse and heels I head back into the restaurant. Adrian stops me. "What about the hotpants?"

"I figure at $50 per guy, they bought them. Next batch get the restaurant name printed on them."

He laughs. "Good idea." I head back through the crowd to the staff room and find a new pair in the box.

Before this guy, I had already turned down several. One approaches me. "Seems you are for sale now; I want to be next."

"You need to match his price."

"How much?"

"$1,200"

"You may be good, but you are not that good." He walks away.

The next guy in line says "$1,200, no condom?"

"Plus, another hundred if you want to keep the hotpants."

"Do you take credit cards?"

"Let's go talk to Adrian." We walk across the room.

"Adrian, what is your fee to use the card machine?"

He looks at me, then the guy. "a $50 service fee."

The guy hesitates then "Put $1,350 on the card." He hands Adrian the card, walks over to the till and runs the card. He pulls 1,300 out of the till and hands it to me.

We head out. This guy apparently does not have a car or does not want me to see it. We get behind a panel van and he says, "OK, let's have those hotpants."

I take them off and hand them to him. A bit of the first guy's cum has dribbled into the crotch. He shoves them in his pocket, undoes his jeans and says, "Turn around, hands on the van." I hear his jeans hit the ground. He pulls my hips back, runs his hands up my sides and cups my breasts. "Fuck, you have great breasts."

"That is what my husband says."

He takes his right hand and finds my pussy, still dripping cum from the first guy. Then he slides his cock inside me. He groans, I moan. God it feels good to have a stranger's cock in me. I never thought that I would cheat on Zack, and now I am wondering how often I will be able to do it. What has come over me.

He starts fucking me. I reach down and rub my clit. Unlike the first guy, he lasts. I cum, I have trouble staying upright against the van, his hands on my hips help. He comments, "Oh, I like that, let's see if we can get you to do that again."

He keeps on going, he finds my breasts again and starts rubbing my nipples. I moan some more. I cum a second time. He just keeps on going. Fuck, I have never been with a guy who managed to get me to cum three times, but it looks like he might manage it. I am approaching my third orgasm when I feel him twitch. That sends me over the line into another orgasm, and he fills me with a flood of warm cum. He holds for a couple of minutes, then pulls out. "You gonna be here tomorrow night?"

"I am on the schedule."

"I have a couple of friends who are gonna love you. Even more when they hear you're married." He pulls up his jeans, turns and walks away.

Adrian stops me at the door. "$1,300, how the hell did you get him to pay that much? Nobody else here gets more than $500, and then even that is rare."

"The first guy just kept bidding it up until I could not say no. Told him, if he wanted any, he had to match the first guy's price."

"Fuck me, you are good. Go get a new pair of hotpants, in case a cop shows up. Oh, Clay said he would like a shot at you before you head home after closing."

"OK" Fuck, Clay is another guy I wouldn't have given the time of day to when I was cruising the bars before I met Zack. On the other hand, everyone says black guys are hung. I head back. Several guys slap my bum on the way past.

I am quickly approached by several guys. They all walk away when I tell them the price. Good, I want maximum dollars for minimum fucking. We are getting close to the end of the evening when I am approached by a well-dressed Asian guy. He does not blink and promptly digs out $1,200. Allison gives me a thumbs-up when she sees the money change hands.

We walk out to a brand-new high-end dark blue Mercedes sedan. He opens the back door and motions me in. I pull off the hotpants and toss them on the floor then crawl in and lay back. The seats are soft leather. My left leg is up on the back of the seat, and my right leg braced against the driver's seat.

He climbs in and pulls his pants down. He wastes no time getting his cock inside me. Easily the largest cock this evening, well, excepting Zack. Unlike the other two, he takes his time. He rubs my clit and soon I cum. A nice orgasm, but not earth shaking. He keeps going, now rubbing my clit with one hand and squeezing a breast with the other. He cums, and I follow along close behind, this one a bit stronger.

He flips me over into doggy and in again. "You are a great fuck. Better than most of the girls here. When is your next shift?"

"Tomorrow, I do lunch then the evening shift."

"Not much chance of fucking on the lunch shift. Too many guys trying to get food before going back to work. I will see you on the evening shift. Do you do groups?"

"Nope, just one-on-one's." The reality is I have no experience with threesomes or more. Not sure this is where I should be getting the experience.

"OK, I will pass the word. It's about time Adrian got a high-end girl on the roster. I keep telling him that a couple of high-priced girls will do wonders for his business."

In the meantime, he maintains a steady rhythm. I am starting to build an orgasm. I reach back and push back a bit. "Give me a minute."

"Edging?"

"Yeah. I figure you will be the last of the evening, I want a happy ending."

He laughs. "Don't we all."

I release him to get going again. The orgasm climbs a higher hill. I start panting, "I'm cumming, keep going, stay deep." Then a few strokes later, "Oh GOD, fuck, fuck, hnnng." He thrusts hard as I cum. I curl up and my vagina grabs his cock, squeezing out every last drop. It is enough to make him cum, filling me with his load.

He holds in for as long as he can, pumping shot after shot into me. Then he flops onto my back. "Fuck that was good. Not many girls cum as hard as you just did."

I am still panting. "Thanks."

He stays inside until he starts to shrink out. I like that. "If you want to keep the hotpants, it's an extra hundred."

He laughs. "I know the guy he buys them from. He pays about $12 a pair. You can keep them."

I reposition and grab them, sliding them on. The guy pulls his pants on then gets out. He offers me a hand to get out. "Thanks."

"Oh, thank you, I enjoyed myself."

"Me too." I head into the restaurant. Adrian and Clay are shuffling the last few people out, so I get to work cleaning up and getting the tables washed. Allison joins me. "Any chance I can get a ride home? Otherwise, it is an Uber."

"Sure, but I have to do Clay first."

"You do seem to be attracting attention; I saw that last bundle. What did you charge?"

"$1,000 with condom, $1,200 without, and if they want to keep the hotpants, another $100. All tonight paid for no condom."

"Holy fuck me, Batman! How did you get that much?"

"Easy, I just refused everyone who would not meet the number."

"How many did you do? I think I saw you head out three times."

"Yep, three of them."

"I did five and made $1,500 altogether. Well, less Adrian's fees."

I see Clay over by the office trying to get my attention. "Sorry, gotta go do Clay."

He leads me into the office. I stand next to the couch and take off the hotpants. "What position do you like?"

He is undoing his belt, then stops. "Ah, Cowgirl?"

"Forward or reverse?"

"Forward?"

"OK, get those pants off and onto your back. Shirt off too, if you don't mind."

He gets his clothes off and lies down on the carpet. Disappointment sets in, his cock is not that large. I kneel down straddling him and start a hand job. Fully erect, he is no more than five inches. On the other hand, I know that five inches will get to my G-spot. I rise up, shuffle forward and guide him in. Cum from the last guy drips out onto him.

He grabs my breasts and rubs my nipples with his thumbs. I start grinding on him, aiming for yet another orgasm. I lean forward to improve contact, and to increase the motion inside me. His eyes are closed, and he starts moaning. It takes maybe ten minutes to get him to cum. I keep grinding and a minute or two later I cum. Not earth-shaking, but respectable.

I stop and sit on him. He opens his eyes. "Did you enjoy that?"

He grins. "Yes ma'am, I sure did. You have wonderful breasts."

"Thank you, Clay, my husband thinks so too."

I get up, find the hotpants and pull them on. I realize they are snug enough that they limit the leakage.

I find Allison and head home. She lives about three blocks away from us, and I drop her on the way. Her house is dark. I check my watch. It is just before 1:30 in the morning. I drive home and park in the garage. When I get up, there is a bit of a puddle on the leather seat, so I find a cloth and wipe it clean.

I head upstairs, expecting Zack to be asleep. The light is on, and he is reading. "Oh, hey, how did it go?"

I pull off my top, drop the hotpants and climb into bed. "Depends on how you feel about it. I did make very good tips. How was your evening?"

He closes his book and puts it on the night table. "You know if someone had asked me yesterday about how I would feel about my wife getting felt up by a bunch of strangers and the potentially getting fucked, I would have been horrified, I would have said it would lead to divorce if she did it willingly, and jail if not, after I kill them. But I spent the evening thinking about it, and getting really turned on."

I reach across to stroke his cock. It is hard. "I see it seems that you may have come around to the idea."

"I spent some time on the internet and found a review of Piere's in a Reddit forum. It said that many of the waitresses will fuck for money after the dinner service. I thought about that. Then I thought about our financial situation and figured that if someone was willing to offer a large enough tip, you might be interested. Were you?"

"I want you to think very carefully. Is there an answer to that question that would make you happy?"

"I have been lying here for the last three hours imagining men fucking you. I did not think I had that kink, but it really turns me on."

"I see. So, yes, I was offered, I was interested, and eventually the price got to a point where I accepted."

"Details, I want details."

I start with the first customer, skipping over Adrian. "And, when we got to his car, he had an SUV with the back seats down, a thin mattress with a sheet." I tell him about the hotpants for sale, and then the reaction of the next guy, that I was not worth the price.

Next, I tell him about the credit card fee. "If I am going to do this a lot, then I need to get a Square account. Adrian is ripping them off on the fees." At this point, he rolls me over into doggy and starts fucking me while I am telling the story. I tell him about fucking up against the panel van.

That kicked Zack over the line and he explodes, blasting his cum against my cervix. He rolls me over into missionary and slowly starts a second shot while I continue to tell the story.

I tell him about the Asian guy and the Mercedes. Then I tell him that Adrian and Clay wanted to fuck me, so I did, as a freebie. I tell him that Clay was a black man, very black, not just brown, but disappointing in the penis department. "I need them on side to keep them giving me good shifts."

Zack gets me to cum then fills me again with another shot of cum. Then he lies on top of me, both of us panting.

"Fuck that is hot. I wish I had been able to watch, though I probably would have cum more often than the customers." He rolls off and lies next to me. "Is it weird that I like it?"

"A bit. Most guys would be out of their minds with jealousy."

"It will get us out of our financial crunch. Do you think you can keep it up for a while?"

"Well, I did enjoy it. But I don't want it to replace my working in IT as soon as the economy picks up."

"No, no, as soon as the economy picks up you should quit. But maybe we can find opportunities from time to time."

"Well, it looks like I could drop in from time to time to do a late evening shift." I tell him about the late arriving girls, there for the tips and fucks.

I roll over and he spoons with me, cuddling up and holding onto a breast. Sleep comes.

When I wake up there is no sign of Zack. I have breakfast and get ready for the lunch shift. When I go to get my car, the SUV is out so Zack has gone somewhere.

Once again, lunch is a panic. Run, run, run just to get everyone served, and then out the door. I head home.

The SUV is in the driveway. I head in and fix myself a bite to eat, then Zack comes out of the den. "I listened to your story last night. The SUV with the mattress was a good idea, so I have set that up in our SUV. You should take it for tonight. Come, I want to show you."

Out on the driveway he opens the hatchback, and we climb in. "Look. See in the corners?"

"What am I looking for, you have little flower decorations."

"Yeah, Bluetooth video cameras. I have mounted six altogether. They connect to a laptop under the passenger seat, and I can connect to it over the internet to watch live."

I smile and pat his face "My little pervert is getting his tech in order."

"OK, come on, I will show you the setup in the den."

In the den he has a new big-screen monitor. "I have to admit, I spent a chunk of your earnings from last night." He shows me the monitor and then scans back to the footage of us getting into the back of the SUV. I can now figure out where the other cameras are. The sound quality is clear.

"So, we are in the porn business too?"

"Actually, that may not be a bad idea, there are sites where we can upload videos."

"NO, NO, NO, we are not uploading videos. We can keep them for ourselves, but no uploading, you hear?"

"Yes ma'am, no uploading."

"Good. If I find evidence that you are uploading, I will quit using the SUV. These videos are just for us, nobody else. Clear?"

"Clear."

"OK, I am going to go have a rest. I figure that there will be a few more than last night, because two of the guys said they were going to tell friends about me. If there are too many, I may have to raise my rates."

I head off to have a nap. It looks like it is going to work out.