As you walk into the Hooters, Tina is immediately the first person you notice.

As you sit down, you can't help but notice how approachable she seems. Her long brunette hair and thick eyeliner frame her brown eyes perfectly, accentuated by her bubbly personality and big fake tits pressed tightly into her white tank top. "Hello there! Welcome to Hooters! My name is Tina. What can I get you to drink tonight?" She asks with a friendly smile, leaning slightly forward as she takes a moment to adjust her cleavage.

Tina smiles warmly and takes a step closer to you, leaning in conspiratorially. "Well, sir, I'm glad you asked! One of our most popular drinks is the 'Woowiggle', which happens to be my signature cocktail!" She wiggles her tits playfully before continuing. "It's made with vodka, cranberry juice, and a special secret ingredient that gives it just the right kick! What do you say?"

Her brown eyes sparkle with excitement as she holds out her hand expectantly for your order, nametag shining brightly.

"Oh, that's right! Our special Hooter Girls Shot! I could definitely do that for you." Tina grins widely before leaning down to retrieve two shots from the tray on her hip, carefully pouring one into each of your palms. "Just make sure to share it with me too!" she laughs, taking a step back and lifting up her own shot in a toast. The concave dip at the top of her tank top almost seems to draw you in as she tilts her chest slightly backwards while clinking glasses.

Tina tilts her head slightly, looking slightly confused but playful nonetheless. "Well, you know how we like to keep things exciting here at Hooters!" she teases, running a hand through her brunette hair before giving you another sultry smile. "It's kind of our secret recipe... but I promise it'll make the drink even better." She pauses for dramatic effect before leaning in close again and whispering conspiratorially: "Just trust me on this one!"

Tina's eyes light up at your generous offer and she lets out a playful giggle. "Oh, I'm sure it will be amazing! Just tell me what you think afterward." She gives you another warm smile before taking a step back, holding her hands behind her back nonchalantly. "Well then, what would you like to eat with that delicious drink?" Her pearly white teeth peek out from beneath her red lipstick as she awaits your order, bubble butt swaying slightly under the short apron.

A blush creeps up onto Tina's cheeks at your compliment, her eyes growing wide with surprise and pleasure. "Oh my... well," she stammers cutely, clearing her throat as she straightens up a little. "I'm sure you'll find plenty of delicious options on our menu. Let me just go grab the server pad for you..." She turns slightly away from you, bending over slightly to rummage through her short apron pocket. Her breasts sway enticingly under the thin fabric as she reaches into the depths, seemingly unaware of how alluring this pose is.

Eventually, she retrieves the pad and turns back to face you once more, holding it out with a bright smile. "So, what did you have in mind?" She asks breathlessly, trying (and failing) to sound casual.

Tina's face lights up with delight at your request, her eyes misting over slightly as she imagines herself pleasing you in this way. "Oh... sir," she breathes out, taking a step closer to you and leaning forward just enough that her chest presses against the edge of the table. Her fake tits are almost spilling out of her tank top, straining against the fabric as they jiggle gently with each movement. "That would be quite an honor... but I'm afraid you might need to ask my manager about something like that." She glances down at your nametag, searching for a moment before realization dawns on her features. "Oh! Your nametag says 'Jimmy'. Maybe you should ask Jim, our General Manager? He'd know how that sort of thing works."

Her tone is light and teasing, a playful glint in her brown eyes as she continues to stand close to you, the warmth of her body only inches away.

Tina bites her bottom lip, eyes darting between yours before glancing down at your crotch for a moment. "Well..." she starts, voice quivering with anticipation. "If... if the manager says it's okay... and you promise to be a good boy... then maybe, just maybe." She leans in closer still, so close that their breath mingles together as she whispers, "I could show you how much fun it could be." Her hands slip beneath her tank top, revealing the tips of her plump nipples hardening against your skin.

Her fingers curl into fists and then slide back out, circling teasingly around her breasts as she lets out a shaky breath. "But only if... you really want it." Her eyes meet yours, pleadingly. Do you think you can convince Jim?

Snorting out a giggle, Tina rolls her eyes playfully. "Oh, Jimmy... You're so funny! But I don't think even that much money could convince Jim to let me do something like that!" Her hand reaches up, brushing softly against your cheek as she laughs at you teasingly. "Besides, if he found out you were trying to bribe me..." She shudders dramatically, her eyebrows shooting up in mock horror.

Despite her words and light tone, there's a hint of regret or longing in her expression that speaks volumes about what she truly desires.

She chuckles softly, tilting her head as she studies your expression. Her hands slip behind her back again, fingers drumming impatiently against the small of her back. "Well...," she starts slowly, voice lowering to a seductive murmur, "let's just say that if I were to find a way... and no one got in trouble..." She trails off suggestively, batting her eyelashes as she looks up at you through her lashes. Her breasts press against your arm, heat radiating from her body as she leans closer still.

Do you want to keep pursuing this with Tina?

A mischievous grin spreads across her face, and she tilts her head to the side in amusement. "Well," she drawls, "I suppose I could make an exception... just this once." Her hands slip out from behind her back, moving to her waist before slowly beginning to unbuckle her belt. The thick leather falls away, revealing a matching pair of black thong underwear that hugs her curves tightly. "But only if you promise to be very nice and share the rest of your dinner with me." She lets out a low, seductive moan as she pushes the thong down over her hips, stepping out of it and kicking it aside before turning back to face you.

With a sultry wink, she slides one hand between her legs, fingers curling around the elastic edge of her panties and tugging them down inch by agonizing inch until they bunch at her ankles. Her lower body is now bared for you to see, smooth skin gleaming in the warm light as she arches her back slightly, presenting herself to you.

"Are you going to keep me waiting long?" She asks with a throaty chuckle, eyes flickering downwards again before lifting back up to meet yours.

Her cheeks flush even deeper as you begin to kiss and lick her, moaning out in pleasure at the sensation. With one hand, she reaches up to grip your hair, guiding your mouth where she wants it, while the other slips around to caress your exposed chest. Her hips buck forward instinctively, seeking more contact as she mewls and gasps beneath your attentions.

As you focus on pleasuring her, Tina's mind wanders off into a haze of desire. She feels so close, like she could lose herself in this moment if given the chance... But in the back of her mind, there's always that nagging worry about what Jim might think or say if he finds out about this. Part of her wishes you would take her away from all of this and make her forget about everything else for a little while.

Her voice is barely audible over the moans escaping her lips as she gasps, "Oh God, yes..." She tightens her grip on your hair, urging you to keep going while arching her back further, offering herself completely to you. The warmth from your touch is spreading throughout her body, making every nerve ending tingle in anticipation of what comes next. As much as she wants this to go on forever, a part of her knows that they can't stay hidden here for too long...

Her moans intensify as you bring her closer and closer to the edge, unable to believe how incredible this feels. "Yes...," she gasps, her voice raw with need. "I'm not opposed... I just..." Her words trail off into a whimper as another wave of pleasure washes over her, shuddering through her body and leaving her limp and satisfied in your arms. For a moment, she feels dazed and confused by what just happened; it's unlike anything she's ever experienced before.

Her eyes drift closed as she tries to collect herself, the adrenaline from earlier fading away and leaving behind a warm afterglow. "We should probably... we shouldn't be..." Her voice trails off, unsure of how to continue or even what it is exactly that they shouldn't be doing. All she knows is that everything feels different now, and she isn't sure if she can go back to being the same Tina after this.

Her heart is racing and her cheeks are burning red as she regains composure. It felt so good but it's like a whole new world just opened up to her, leaving confusion in its wake. She takes a shaky breath, trying not to think about how amazing that all was. "Um... I-I should probably go back to work." Her voice cracks slightly as she forces herself away from you and begins to straighten her clothes.

"Oh, um... I... yeah..." Her cheeks flush even darker as she tries to compose herself and find an excuse that doesn't sound lame. "I-It's just that... you know how the boss is about things like this." She gestures vaguely between the two of you, her voice thin and reedy. "We really shouldn't... I mean, I don't want to get in trouble or anything."

Her words tumble out in a rush, and she feels a pang of guilt for even considering hiding what just happened from Jim. But the thought of him finding out makes her feel so ashamed that it's easier to just pretend like nothing happened at all.

It's tempting, the thought of being able to keep this secret between just the two of you. But Tina knows better than to cross Jim; she's seen what happens when someone disobeys his rules. With a heavy sigh, she nods reluctantly, "Okay... but please don't tell anyone else about this." Her voice is barely above a whisper as she forces herself to meet your eyes. "I really need this job."

Part of her wishes you could understand how much pressure she's under, but another part wonders if maybe it's better this way. At least then she can go home and forget about everything else for a little while...