I Have A Little Secret, It's A Man Who Wants My Company, And Tips Me

Over lunch with my work friends, all wanting to get married, the subject came up about 'what is the nastiest thing we had done'. Well, the lies began immediately.

My story, which I never told them due to discretion, is about a day in my senior year of high school. I had a friend from another neighborhood and she invited me to a party. She warmed me, this was a party for men, we were going to serve them. I went, curious, and the idea of being around men got the better of me.

The party was a football game and we were given jerseys of the home team to wear, nothing else, no bra, no panties, no shoes, we were barefoot. If we had to reach across the table to put a beer down and we felt a hand up our backsides, we were to be professional. If we were pulled down onto a lap and felt something, we were to be professional. If we were caught behind the bar and kissed by one of the men, we were to be professional. If the home team won, and the men took off our jerseys, we were to be professional.

How many of the men played with us wasn't important, what was important is that a man wanted to play with us. We were there to serve them, even if that meant we got down on our knees before them. The man that I served, it was my first time, held my head from moving and did all the work and I kept my lips as tight as I could around his cock. He liked me enough, that he chose to make me his for the party and he pushed my jersey up over my back and layed me across the armrest of the chair he was sitting in. I spent most of the game in his lap, and he spent most of the game playing with my tits under my jersey. Lots of kissing and bear hugging, and sending me off for a bear with slap on the rear.

I got a big tip from him and my friend told me he insisted I be invited for the next home game.

I still have duty on home games, or other times when he wants me. I get big tips and new clothes when I want them. I like sitting in his lap and feeling him getting horny, I never expect a tip from him, if he wants to leave me a tip I appreciate it. But since I went to my first home game I have only ever served him, the other 'boys' know better than to play with his girl.