Straight Female / 38
Holiday Parties
My husband, James, used to get transferred around every few years for his job as a manager for a corporate chain of restaurants. This sometimes made it tough on me to find decent employment. I had worked as a call center manager for a few years when he was transferred to a city of around 100,000 people, not large but certainly not tiny. The only jobs available at the time seemed to be minimum wage jobs or waitress positions, neither of which I had a great interest in doing. We were invited shortly before to a Halloween party at the house of one of his regular customers so we went. I socialized and talked to as many people there as possible hoping I might make a connection with someone. I eventually was introduced to Brad, he owned a couple of night clubs in the area and asked me if I knew anything about the bar business. I laughed and said I knew about drinking, but that was about all. We agreed that I would meet with him and his partner on Monday to discuss a possible job. The rest of the night was uneventful and I told James about the interview with Brad in 2 days. He said he didn't know Brad but had heard a few things about him and suggested I just "be careful".
On Monday, I drove to the club around 2:00 and Brad told his partner "Jeff, this is Ellen. She's married to James who runs ******* down over on 8th street. I wanted to see if we could find something for her here to do." Jeff looked me up and down and asked if I had any experience bartending. I confessed I did not but was willing to learn. We talked for a bit when Brad mentioned that perhaps they could train me for a couple of weeks and see how it went. I trained a for several days but was just not fast enough for the volume of the club. I was sure they would fire me but Jeff suggested they use me for their holiday parties and various other parties that were slower paced. That way I could build up speed while still being beneficial. I readily agreed and was told they had an off-site party in 2 weeks in the conference room at a local motel. I was to continue training nightly until then and to make sure I knew how to make most the basics, margarita, Kamikazi, hurricane, etc and to have a book handy for anything I didn't know.
The Saturday, 1 week until the party, Brad told me I needed to dress differently for the party. I was to wear a short black skirt, heels, and a white tuxedo shirt. I had all but the shirt so no problem there. The party was all men, until 2 strippers showed up that is. Prior to that, everyone was drinking heavily. Brad and Jeff both kept having me pour shots for everyone...including me. I told Jeff after the 2nd one that I was getting buzzed and needed to quit drinking but he simply walked behind the makeshift bar and made me a margarita on the rocks and handed it to me. I continued to drink, as slowly as I could, fending off the advances of 25 men. It was only 5:00 when the strippers showed up, but everyone was pretty drunk...including me. The strippers started performing and were soon COMPLETELY naked! I was shocked by this but thankful that they had distracted the men from paying attention to me.
Brad walked over and asked how I was doing tip wise. I looked in my tip jars and figured I'd made around $100 so far. He said "If you want to make REAL money, you need to remove that bra and unbutton the shirt. Are you wearing pantihose or stockings?" I told him they were thigh high stockings and raised the hem of my skirt just a bit to show him. He then told me I should take the panties off as well, unless I had on a g-string and then he reached behind me and in a split second unhooked my bra! I went to the bathroom and was drunk enough that I said WTF and took it off and after a moment I removed my panties as well. When I walked behind the bar, Brad had a smirk on his face and nodded his approval. He then reached under my skirt and grabbed my ass and said "Good, no panties either!" He insisted we do a shot together and then he escorted me to watch the strippers. They were no longer just strippers, but were laying on a pad on the floor and making out.
I stood there watching a bit mesmerized, I really didn't notice Brad's hand on my ass. He then pushed me in front of everyone and said "Ladies, this is Ellen. She wants to join in." Everyone cheered and the 2 women got up and walked me over and stared undressing me. I was soon naked and lying on the pad while the kissed me and sucked on my nipples, one of them fingering my pussy as they did. Eventually, their time was up and we all got dressed. When the started to leave, I closed the bar and took my money and asked the desk clerk to call me a cab. This was the first of several private parties I worked, and definitely the most tame.
On Monday, I drove to the club around 2:00 and Brad told his partner "Jeff, this is Ellen. She's married to James who runs ******* down over on 8th street. I wanted to see if we could find something for her here to do." Jeff looked me up and down and asked if I had any experience bartending. I confessed I did not but was willing to learn. We talked for a bit when Brad mentioned that perhaps they could train me for a couple of weeks and see how it went. I trained a for several days but was just not fast enough for the volume of the club. I was sure they would fire me but Jeff suggested they use me for their holiday parties and various other parties that were slower paced. That way I could build up speed while still being beneficial. I readily agreed and was told they had an off-site party in 2 weeks in the conference room at a local motel. I was to continue training nightly until then and to make sure I knew how to make most the basics, margarita, Kamikazi, hurricane, etc and to have a book handy for anything I didn't know.
The Saturday, 1 week until the party, Brad told me I needed to dress differently for the party. I was to wear a short black skirt, heels, and a white tuxedo shirt. I had all but the shirt so no problem there. The party was all men, until 2 strippers showed up that is. Prior to that, everyone was drinking heavily. Brad and Jeff both kept having me pour shots for everyone...including me. I told Jeff after the 2nd one that I was getting buzzed and needed to quit drinking but he simply walked behind the makeshift bar and made me a margarita on the rocks and handed it to me. I continued to drink, as slowly as I could, fending off the advances of 25 men. It was only 5:00 when the strippers showed up, but everyone was pretty drunk...including me. The strippers started performing and were soon COMPLETELY naked! I was shocked by this but thankful that they had distracted the men from paying attention to me.
Brad walked over and asked how I was doing tip wise. I looked in my tip jars and figured I'd made around $100 so far. He said "If you want to make REAL money, you need to remove that bra and unbutton the shirt. Are you wearing pantihose or stockings?" I told him they were thigh high stockings and raised the hem of my skirt just a bit to show him. He then told me I should take the panties off as well, unless I had on a g-string and then he reached behind me and in a split second unhooked my bra! I went to the bathroom and was drunk enough that I said WTF and took it off and after a moment I removed my panties as well. When I walked behind the bar, Brad had a smirk on his face and nodded his approval. He then reached under my skirt and grabbed my ass and said "Good, no panties either!" He insisted we do a shot together and then he escorted me to watch the strippers. They were no longer just strippers, but were laying on a pad on the floor and making out.
I stood there watching a bit mesmerized, I really didn't notice Brad's hand on my ass. He then pushed me in front of everyone and said "Ladies, this is Ellen. She wants to join in." Everyone cheered and the 2 women got up and walked me over and stared undressing me. I was soon naked and lying on the pad while the kissed me and sucked on my nipples, one of them fingering my pussy as they did. Eventually, their time was up and we all got dressed. When the started to leave, I closed the bar and took my money and asked the desk clerk to call me a cab. This was the first of several private parties I worked, and definitely the most tame.
- That's Juicy! 33
- Remove It! 0
