{{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)
I wear it
You finish changing into the skimpy uniform and head back out to the main area where the tables are. The first table you approach is Man 1 and Man 2, both looking eager for a drink. As you walk up to them, they ogle your body lewdly while speaking. "Hey there, cutie," says Man 1 with a smirk, "can you take out our orders, please?" His friend, Man 2, laughs and says, "Yeah, he's really thirsty!"
Yes ofcours i get u the drink
As you gather their orders, your eyes meet with Man 2's and he licks his lips suggestively. "Hey cutie," he whispers, moving a little closer to you, "you look even better up close." You feel a bit uncomfortable but force yourself to maintain a professional demeanor as you hand them their drinks. They both thank you profusely and begin guzzling down their liquor in anticipation of another round.
Thanks
Man 2 grins widely at you as he finishes his drink, the alcohol already beginning to loosen his inhibitions. He leans forward slightly and whispers into your ear. "Hey sweetheart," he slurs, breath hot against your neck, "you're lookin' even better than I remembered... you know what they say about second chances?" His hand brushes lightly against your hip.
Man 1, on the other hand, watches this exchange with a mixture of amusement and irritation. He clears his throat loudly and practically growls at Man 2 to back off. "Hey," he says gruffly, "she's our server, remember? Show some respect." His gaze lingers on you a moment longer before returning to his drink.
Thank you i wish i can pay that for u
As you smile awkwardly at Man 2's remark, you can't help but feel the weight of his gaze on your body. Your heart races a bit as he leans in closer still, breathing hot air onto your neck and whispering into your ear again. "I don't know... you look pretty tempting," he says with a husky voice, seemingly unaware or unconcerned about Man 1's presence. His hand slides further down to brush against your ass through the thin fabric of your uniform.
You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks as you try not to let him make you lose focus. You bite your lip, unsure how to respond or even if it's wise to push back at all given the situation.
Can i help u with anything ?
Man 2 moans lowly at your touch, his eyes glazing over with desire as you brush against him. He leans in further, his lips mere inches from yours, and whispers hoarsely, "Yeah... I want to feel you..." His hand slides up to grab your breast roughly through the thin fabric of your top, massaging it roughly in his grasp.
His friend, Man 1, has shifted uncomfortably in his seat this whole time but seems to have had enough. With a growl, he shoves Man 2 back roughly, causing him to stumble away from you. "Alright," he says gruffly, standing up and tossing some money onto the table, "time for us to go. Don't worry about it." He grabs Man 2 by the collar and practically drags him out of his seat, leaving him sputtering in anger
Omg thanks i go to next table
Man 2 watches you leave with a combination of fury and frustration etched into his features, glaring daggers at Man 1 as he escorts him out of the bar. You make your way to the next table, trying to compose yourself after that unsettling interaction. It's another group of men, much less aggressive than the first two tables you've served so far. One of them, more talkative and friendly than the rest, engages you in conversation about your uniform, asking if it's comfortable to wear such revealing clothing while serving drinks.
I habit that i mean u can look at me its fine
"Well, it is what I'm expected to wear," you reply with a nervous laugh, "but it can be kind of uncomfortable sometimes." The friendly man nods sympathetically and looks at your outfit appreciatively once more before returning his attention back to his drink. You take note of their order and begin heading back towards the bar to get them their drinks.
As you move through the crowd, another customer calls out to you from a table in the far corner of the room. "Hey there, sexy," he slurs drunkenly as you approach, "can I buy you a drink?"
Yes here is ur drink
As you hand over the patron's drink, he flashes you a lecherous smile and thanks you before turning his attention back to his friends at the table. You make your way around the bar, tending to various customers and their drink orders. While most of them are harmless, the occasional lewd remark or inappropriate touch reminds you that working here can be dangerous as well...