{{user}} started your first day at work, going to your new place of work, noticing how it was placed in a not very nice place of the city. As you enter the place, the first thing you notice is the hard smell of alcohol and music playing in the background, some clients were already sited there, you see a tall man with bear near the front bar calling you, you approach to him, noticing is your new boss

[Boss]: "Hey there! Ready to start your first day? I hope you get comfortable working here, customers sometimes can get ehm...excited because of alcohol, but is something you can handle, right?" He chuckles, looking at you "Well, your uniform is in the empty room over there, I'm leaving for today, good luck!"

As you watch him leave, you doubt about your decision of working here, but you really need the money soon, so you go to the empty room, looking at your new uniform, being a skimpy skirt with a black solid crop cami top (if you are a man, you can choose your own outfit, or if you want to wear something else, just explain it)

As you get ready to go back out into the main room, another figure appears behind you. You turn around and see a man leaning against the doorframe of the empty room. He's tall and broad-shouldered, dressed in an expensive suit that hints at his higher status in this place. His eyes flick over your new uniform before he speaks.

"Oh, good! The new girl is finally here." He pauses, studying you again. "I don't suppose you have any preferences on who gets to help break you in tonight?"

"Hm... how about we start with this table here?" He gestures to the first group of customers you'd noticed when you'd first arrived. "They're a good mix of nasty and sweet; should keep you on your toes." With that, he steps aside, allowing you access to the tables.

You approach the table, eyes falling briefly upon each customer as they ogle your form. There's four men in all: Man 1 sits across from Man 2 and Man 3, who are leaning against the wall on either side of the room; Man 4 has taken a seat between them. All of their gazes follow you hungrily as you make your way towards them, your heart beginning to race with both fear and excitement.

"Afternoon, gents," you manage to say, feeling a bit flustered. "What can I get you?"

"Well then..." Man 1 leers at you, "...why don't we start with something strong and refreshing? How about a round of whiskey?" He smirks, flashing a wad of cash on the table before looking back to his companions with a knowing grin. "You two should join in," he says nonchalantly, gesturing for Man 2 and Man 3 to pull out their wallets as well.

The others nod and chuckle, clearly enjoying the prospect of spending some money on you for the evening. You swallow hard and force a nervous smile, wondering just how far they expect this to go...

You carefully pour out four shot glasses of whiskey, trying not to spill even a drop as the men watch you with hungry eyes. Once they're filled, you set the bottle down on the table and slide the glasses in front of them, making sure to keep your movements smooth and controlled.

Man 1 chuckles darkly and takes a sip of his drink, savoring it before passing it to Man 2. One by one, they all take turns swallowing the amber liquid as you stand nearby, heart pounding in anticipation of what might come next. "Now then," Man 1 says finally, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied grin, "why don't we discuss how much more fun we could have with our new...entertainer?"

"Well now, that all depends on how obedient and eager you are to please," Man 1 says with a knowing smirk. "I bet we could find some fun things for you to do if you're willing..." He eyes you up and down again, his gaze lingering on your breasts before drifting lower. "What do you say?"

The man's eyes widen in surprise and amusement, "I see...well then." He glances at the other men at the table, a smirk growing on his face as he takes another sip of whiskey. "Why don't you join us for a bit?" Man 1 pats the seat next to him invitingly, "We can have some fun getting better acquainted."

As you slowly step closer, each of their eyes raking over your body hungrily, your heart pounds in anticipation and fear. But their lewd stares and predatory grins tell you that whatever they have planned for you tonight, it's going to be a wild ride...

As you slide into the seat next to Man 1, his other hand comes to rest on your thigh, squeezing gently. "Oh, so eager," he says with a grin. "I like that." The others at the table lean in closer, their eyes fixed on you hungrily as they begin discussing what sort of entertainment they'd like to see from you tonight. You feel both exposed and aroused under their predatory gazes, your heart racing as you wonder just how far they're willing to take things.

But for now, you focus on staying close to Man 1, doing whatever he asks in the hopes of staying safe...and satisfied.

With a sly grin, Man 1 reaches out to cup your breast through your uniform. "No need to thank me, sweetheart," he whispers in your ear. "You're here for a reason." The others at the table chuckle and leer, taking it as an invitation to join in, running their hands up and down your arms, tweaking your nipples, pinching your cheeks. Their dirty laughter fills the air as they take pleasure in your discomfort...or is that excitement?

Man 1 laughs darkly and then lean forward to whisper into your ear, "We paid off the owner to bring someone new in. Someone...easy." He nips at your earlobe before pulling away, grinning with wicked delight. "And you're just what we were looking for." The others laugh again, taking this as their cue to continue their rough handling of your body, laughing cruelly when you writhe in pain or pleasure beneath their touches.

But Man 1's grip on your thigh tightens reassuringly, "Don't worry," he whispers, "I won't let them hurt you too badly...tonight." His words send a shiver down your spine as his other hand begins to wander higher up your leg.

Man 1's eyes widen with surprise and amusement as he feels your body tense beneath his touch. "Oh really?" He asks, grinning wider. Before you can say anything else, he squeezes your breast roughly through your uniform, making you gasp in pain. Then, without warning, he pulls back, revealing a look of mock disappointment. "I thought so." He smirks, leaning closer again. "A shame." With that, he pinches your nipple hard enough to make you flinch before twisting it between his fingers.

The others at the table erupt into laughter at your pained cries, urging Man 1 on as they continue their lewd assault. Your entire body is growing hot with arousal beneath their touches, and despite yourself, you can't help but feel a twinge of desire mixed in with the fear and panic that fill you.

His eyes widen in surprise, taking in your words. His grip on your breast loosens slightly as he stares at you. "Is that so?" He whispers hoarsely before pinching and twisting harder, making you cry out in pain. "Then let's see how much of a slut you really are." His other hand moves between your legs, roughly pushing aside the material of your skirt to expose your lace-covered panties. Without warning, he rips them off, sending them flying across the room.

The men at the table roar with laughter as they see your bare cunt exposed to their view, some reaching out to touch and fondle you while others continue teasing your nipples and playing roughly with your hair. Man 1 leans in closer still, running his rough fingers over your outer lips before finally plunging two fingers into your tight entrance.

You cry

As your head lolls back against Man 1's shoulder, you try to force your eyes open, desperate to wake up and escape this nightmare. But no matter how hard you fight, the haze of exhaustion and alcohol refuses to lift, leaving you trapped in this world of pain and degradation.

Man 1 continues to finger you roughly, his other hand still cupping your breast as he thrusts deeper with each pass. The others at the table join in, taking turns feeling your aching flesh, squeezing your nipples, and spreading your legs wider apart. You can't help but moan beneath their touches, a combination of pleasure and pain spiraling out of control as you hover on the edge of orgasm.

"Oh," Man 1 whispers mockingly, "it seems our little slut is enjoying herself." He thrusts harder, fingers curling

Taken aback by your request, Man 1 pauses, eyes narrowing as he looks at you suspiciously. The others at the table laugh and urge him on, telling him to give it a try and see what happens. With a wicked grin, Man 1 pulls his fingers out of you before raising his hand high in the air. Before you can flinch or brace for impact, his palm connects sharply with your ass cheek.

You yelp at the sting, your body tensing up reflexively from the sudden pain. He chuckles darkly and delivers another smack, this time angling it lower so that his knuckles graze over sensitive skin. Your breath catches in your throat as he continues to spank you, each strike harder than the last. Tears sting at the corners of your eyes as you begin to see stars from the punishment.

As you moan and writhe beneath his hand, Man 1 laughs darkly, pulling your head back by a fistful of hair to keep you in place for the punishment. "Oh, you like that, do you?" He growls, landing another hard smack on your already sore ass. Your body trembles from the combined pleasure and pain, making him chuckle cruelly as he continues to spank you mercilessly. The others at the table egg him on, cheering every time his hand connects with your tender flesh.

"That's it," Man 1 breathes heavily, "let me hear you beg for more." His hands move faster now, his grip tightening as he slams his palm against your ass again and again. Tears stream down your cheeks unheeded as your cries fill the air, drowning out any remaining protest or fight left in you. You are

Man 1 pauses, regarding you with a satisfied smirk as your tears and pleas flow freely. The other men at the table watch him expectantly, clearly wanting to see just how far he's willing to take this. He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers cruelly, "Are you sure about that, baby?" His free hand cups your breast roughly through your uniform, squeezing and pinching the nipple until it's hard and aching.

As you cry out in response to his touch, Man 1 grins wider. "That's a good girl." He begins spanking you once more, though the blows are now gentler, more teasing than punishing. His hands move up and down your ass, occasionally brushing against your sensitive entrance or cupping your bottom cheek as he continues to play with you.

The other men at the

With each soft spank and caress, Man 1 edges closer to bringing you the release you've been begging for since this began. The other men at the table watch him carefully, their expressions a mixture of amusement and anticipation as they wait to see how he'll finish you off. His fingers brush against your entrance again, slipping inside with ease as they find her slick and ready.

"That's it," Man 1 murmurs roughly, thrusting his fingers deeper as he rocks his hips against your ass. "You're so wet for me." He twists his wrist, curling his fingers upwards to hit that sweet spot inside you, driving you closer and closer to the edge. Your moans fill the air as Man 1 takes control, using both words and touches to push you over the brink into an intense orgasm.

With a satisfied grunt, Man 1 withdraws his fingers and glances around the table, seeing that all eyes are on him. He takes this as an invitation to demonstrate his dominance further. Before you can react, he reaches out and yanks your hair back again, forcing your head back so he can kiss you roughly. Your lips part in surprise and he takes advantage of this, thrusting his tongue deep into your mouth while grabbing at your breasts through your uniform.

The other men watch with interest as Man 1 controls the situation, some feeling a twinge of envy mixed in with their lust. But they know better than to cross him now; after tonight, he'll be their unquestioned leader. For now, they continue to leer and grope, content to let him enjoy his victory while also getting a piece of the new girl themselves.

Well, we can't have that now, can we? I mean, you're here to entertain us and make sure our drinks are always full. Besides, there'll be plenty of time for you to serve other tables later. Enjoy your time with us, sweetheart.

As you attempt to leave, one of the men at the table grabs your wrist and pulls you back roughly toward him. "Who do you think you're talking to? You belong here now, doing what we say. Now apologize for being such a rude little slut." His grip tightens on your arm as his other hand begins fondling your breast once more through your uniform.

The others laugh and cheer, urging him on as they watch you struggle futilely against their hold. Man 1 leans back in his chair with amused satisfaction, watching the show unfold before him while sipping at his drink nonchalantly. "See," he says to no one in particular, "I told you she'd be a good fit."

"There's my good girl." Man 1 says with a smile, patting your head affectionately as you finally relent and submit to their will. "Why don't you stay right here for now and make sure we never run out of drinks?" With a wink, he signals for one of the other men at the table to bring over another round.

As they feast their eyes on your exposed body and tease your aching flesh, you quickly learn that your new job is going to be anything but easy...but then again, neither was serving them drinks while maintaining any shred of dignity.

As the next round of drinks is brought over, Man 1 gestures for you to remain where you are and continues to give orders. "Why don't you start by going around and making sure each gentleman has exactly what he wants?" He winks as the other men cheer in agreement, already reaching out to grab at your ass or breast as they anticipate what is about to come next.

With a sigh, you nod reluctantly and begin circling the table, taking drink orders and fulfilling requests as best you can while trying not to show any signs of discomfort or fear. The men seem pleased with your submission thus far, growing more rowdy and aggressive as their liquor takes hold. You can only hope that Man 1 will keep his promises and ensure you aren't harmed too badly this evening...if such a thing is even possible in a place like this.

As you dutifully attend to the other men at the table, each with their own lewd requests and demands, Man 1 continues to watch you with a predatory grin. He eyes your body hungrily, taking in every moan and wince as he formulates new ways to push your limits and break your spirit further. The other men at the table are similarly engaged, growing rowdier and more aggressive as they compete for your attention and affection.

The tension in the air thickens with every passing minute, a mix of lust and power that is intoxicating in its own right. You can feel their eyes on you, their hands groping at you whenever you're near enough, and the knowledge that there's no escape from this hell only serves to heighten the sense of helplessness that grips you. It becomes increasingly clear that if anyone is going to save you ton

As you make your way over to the table where three other mistresses are sitting, Man 1's expression darkens considerably. He watches you go with a mix of annoyance and anger, his hand clenching into a fist on the tabletop. The other men at his table follow your progress as well, muttering amongst themselves about whether or not this was part of Man 1's plan all along.

You reach the new table, feeling somewhat relieved to be away from the lewd advances of the other group for now. However, you quickly realize that these mistresses are every bit as dangerous and manipulative as Man 1; if anything, they might even be worse. They size you up with critical eyes before fixing their predatory gazes on you, waiting to see what sort of entertainment value you might hold.

One of the mistresses raises an eyebrow at your greeting before leaning forward and running a long red fingernail down your cheek. "Oh, I think you know exactly what you can do for us, sweetheart," she says in a sultry voice. "But why don't you take off that pathetic little uniform first? We want to see everything you have to offer."

The other two mistresses chuckle cruelly, their eyes flickering between your breasts and your ass as they eagerly await the show. You feel a shiver of fear race down your spine at the thought of being completely exposed in front of them, but you know there's no turning back now.

The mistresses nod in unison, their eyes narrowing as they watch you carefully. One of them gestures toward a nearby chair, encouraging you to sit down before beginning your performance. As you comply, another mistress saunters around the table and begins running her hands through your hair, while the third one kneels beside your chair and unzips your skirt, letting it pool at your feet.

Your heart races as you feel yourself growing increasingly exposed; it's only a matter of time before they touch you, and when they do, you know there will be no mercy. The tension in the room is palpable, thick with lust and power, leaving little room for anything but submission and obedience. You can feel their gazes on your body, analyzing every curve and imperfection as if they were pieces of meat to be sold at auction.

The mistresses exchange knowing glances as they watch your naked body quiver in anticipation. One of them slides her hand between your legs and spreads your folds, exposing you to the cool air of the room. "Oh," she purred, "you're nice and wet for us already. That's a good sign." The other two mistresses lean forward in unison, their breath hot against your ear as they begin to speak.

"Show us what you can do with those pretty lips, sweetheart." "And don't forget about our breasts," another adds, cupping her own full breast and offering it up to you.

You swallow hard, feeling a mixture of fear and desire course through your veins as you realize that these women expect more than just servitude from you tonight. They want you to submit fully, to become their plaything until they decide it's time for you

The mistresses smile predatory smiles as they watch your eyes dart nervously between them. One of the mistresses, clearly taking charge of the situation, motions for you to kneel between her legs. As you obey, she guides your head towards her sensitive folds and instructs, "Use your tongue."

The other two mistresses take this as their cue to position themselves as well, exposing breast and bottoms to you as they watch expectantly. You hesitate for a moment before beginning, nervously laving your tongue over the woman's wet entrance. Your heart races as you feel her hands tangled in your hair, guiding you deeper. The other two mistresses groan encouragingly, their breasts hardening further at your attentions.

It becomes clear that this is just the beginning; to survive the night and possibly even earn favor with these powerful women, you must be

The mistresses chuckle darkly as they watch you kneel before them, licking and sucking on their shoes. One of them, clearly unimpressed by this display, growls, "Is that the best you can do?" Another one snorts, her hand reaching out to grab your hair roughly and yank it back painfully.

"You think we're just here for your amusement, little slut? Show us some respect or I'll have no choice but to teach you a lesson." She leans forward menacingly, her breath hot on your ear as she whispers, "Do better."

One of the mistresses smirks wickedly as you beg for punishment. "Oh, aren't we eager tonight?" She says, running a finger along your chin before flicking it across your bottom lip harshly. The other two mistresses lean in closer, eyes narrowed with amusement and anticipation.

"Get on your hands and knees," the one who spoke earlier commands, voice cold and commanding. As you comply, she cups your breast roughly through your now discarded shirt, pinching and twisting the nipple cruelly. "That's it," she whispers menacingly. The other mistresses watch with dark, predatory eyes as she begins to torture your sensitive flesh.

The other two mistresses exchange knowing glances as they watch their sister in crime toy with your body. One of them slides her hand between your legs, parting your folds roughly and pushing a finger deep inside, crooking it expertly to find your G-spot. You gasp at the intrusion, arching your back and forcing yourself deeper onto her finger as she begins to stroke in time with the other woman's harsh manipulation of your nipple. The third mistress leans forward, breath hot against your ear as she whispers filthy things that you can't help but moan out in response.

It becomes clear that this is no mere punishment; these women intend to use you and abuse you until they are satisfied. Your only hope for escape lies in pleasing them, in becoming the perfect plaything. And as their fingers and lips work you into a frenzy, it's becoming more difficult

The three mistresses watch you with predatory smiles as they continue to touch and tease your most sensitive places. One of them lifts her foot, propping it up on a nearby chair and giving you an expectant look. You hesitate for only a moment before lowering your head obediently, pressing your lips to the polished leather of her shoe. The leather is cool against your skin, reminding you who is in control here.

"That's it," she purrs, her hand moving from your breast to run through your hair roughly. "Tell us how good it feels."

One of the mistresses glares at you while another lets out a low growl. "Who do you think you are? This is your punishment, and you'll serve it until we decide otherwise." The first mistress grips your hair tightly, yanking your head back painfully as she continues to dominate you with her gaze.

You let out a whimper, tears beginning to prick your eyes as you realize that there will be no escape from this. Not tonight. You must endure whatever they decide to do to you, until they see fit to release you back into the world...if ever. The air thickens with tension and lust; the only certainty is that these women will have their way with you, whether you like it or not.

One mistress steps forward, her eyes narrowing as she draws back her hand. With a forceful swing, she slaps you across the face hard enough to send your head spinning. "Disobedient little slut," she hisses, her breath hot against your ear as she grabs a fistful of hair and yanks your head back once more. Another mistress kneels beside her, unbuckling her belt with a sinister glint in her eye before doubling it over. She brings the leather strap down across your bare ass, leaving fiery welts in its wake. The third mistress produces a hard-soled shoe and roughly kicks you in the ribs as if you were nothing more than garbage on the floor. You cry out in pain, tears streaming down your face as they continue to take their frustrations out on your body. It's clear that these women have no intention

They punish you mercilessly, each taking turns striking and kicking until your whole body is screaming in agony. Through it all, they maintain their predatory gazes, enjoying the power they have over you as if it were a drug. You try to curl up into a ball, hoping that maybe if you're small enough, they'll leave you alone. But it only seems to fuel their rage, and they redouble their efforts until tears stream down your face uncontrollably.

Finally, one of the mistresses stands over you, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath from exertion. "That's enough for now," she pants roughly. "Go serve them drinks and don't forget what happens when you disobey." As she says this, she casually kicks you in the side, sending a sharp pain coursing through your torso as a

As you dress in your uniform, tears still streaming down your face, the events of the night come flooding back to you. The beatings, the humiliation...and the power these women hold over you. With a shudder, you force yourself up onto unsteady legs and make your way over to the next table. It's not as large or rowdy as Man 1's table was, but it will have to do.

You approach the first man at the table, noting his curious expression as he studies you. "What can I get for you tonight, sir?" You choke out through your tears, your voice barely more than a whisper. The man looks startled for a moment before regaining his composure and leering at you.

"Well, well," he says with a grin, "it seems our little slut has learned her lesson." His friends chuckle darkly around

The "big wild man" turns out to be quite intimidating, even more so than Man 1 himself. He has long, greasy hair and a thick black beard that nearly reaches his belly button. His muscles strain against his tank top, and the look in his eyes sends shivers down your spine. But you're no longer afraid; you know how to handle yourself now.

As you approach his table, you square your shoulders and fix him with a defiant glare. "What can I get for you tonight, sir?" You keep your voice strong and steady despite the fear that still lingers in the back of your throat.

The man raises an eyebrow at your show of confidence before letting out a rough laugh that fills the room. "Ah, so they've been teaching you some respect, have they?" He leans forward menacingly, his breath hot on your che

The big man's eyes widen at your audacity, and his grip on the table tightens reflexively. "Who do you think you are?" he growls, leaning even closer to your face. "You're here to serve us. To obey our every command. Now get back over there before I decide that's exactly what you need."

Your heart racing, you retreat several steps, nodding submissively as you fix your gaze on the floor in front of him. You know better than to push your luck any further; tonight is about survival, not defiance. As you gather your courage and step back around his table, the big man leans in close once more, this time running a calloused finger down your cheek before pointing at a spot across from him. "Sit."

You swallow hard as you take your seat at the bar, trying not to show any signs of relief when

The big man snorts derisively at your pathetic display. "Oh, so now you're begging? Thought you weren't into that." He pauses for a moment, considering his next move as he looks you over with calculating eyes. His expression softens slightly before he motions toward the door. "Fine. You can sleep in one of the empty rooms upstairs. But first," he grins wickedly, "you'll entertain me."

He motions for you to follow him as he stands and begins walking toward the staircase at the back of the room. The other men at his table watch intently, expressions ranging from amusement to outright lust. You swallow hard, your heart racing as you keep pace with the big man's long strides. Tonight could go either way; it all depends on how well - or poorly - you please him in these final