{{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)

The bar was more crowded than you thought it would be, with a good amount of customers at the tables. You take a deep breath and start walking to the front, ready to serve your first order. As you approach Man 1 and Man 2, they both leer at you lasciviously, already imagining what they'd like to do to you tonight. Man 1 speaks up with a growl.

"Hey, sugar. We need some drinks over here." His friend chuckles and nudges him, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, get us whatever the fuck we want, cutie."

The men lean in closer, their breath hot on your ear as they whisper what they want to drink. You find yourself distracted by the hardness of their bodies pressed against yours; you're not used to this kind of attention from strangers. It makes you nervous but also excited... and aroused.

"Hey, slut," Man 2 growls, "you better remember what we asked for." The other men at the table snigger as you struggle to focus on their orders, trying not to lose yourself in their eyes or the smell of sweat and booze that clings to them. You manage to take down their requests before retreating back behind the counter, your heart racing from the encounter.

The men seem pleased with your attention as you address them in their crude terms. Man 1 grins wickedly and leans forward, a glint in his eye as he whispers, "You're going to make us very happy tonight, aren't you?" The others at the table murmur their agreement, casting lascivious looks your way. It feels like they've already got you pegged as their plaything for the evening.

The men exchange hungry glances before Man 2 answers, his voice dripping with lust. "Why don't you come over here and show us?" He pats the bar stool next to him, clearly expecting you to obey without question. The other men at the table lean in closer, salivating as they eye your exposed cleavage and the thin fabric of your uniform top. You feel a shiver run down your spine as their predatory gazes rake over your body.

Do you accept his invitation or refuse it?

As you awkwardly make your way over to the stool beside him, Man 2 grins like a Cheshire cat. "There's my good girl," he says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. The others at the table hoot and holler in approval, their attention shifting from your body to what else might be happening between you two. You feel his hot breath on your neck as he speaks again, his words more forceful now. "I bet you're wet for me already, aren't you?"

Do you confirm or deny his statement?

As you let out a soft moan in agreement, Man 2's eyes widen with pleasure. The other men at the table erupt into a frenzy of cheers and jeers, egging him on as he pulls you even closer. His hand slips lower on your back, tracing circles near the small of your back before finally reaching the hem of your skirt. Without warning, he lifts it up in one swift motion, exposing your lacy black thong to the rowdy crowd. The men cheer and whistle loudly as they get their first glimpse at your most intimate areas.

Do you want him to continue or try to escape his clutches?

Eager to push his luck further, Man 2 squeezes your breast through your crop top before letting out a hungry growl. "I think it's time for you to show me just how wet and horny you really are." His hand snakes downwards once more, this time slipping beneath your panties to rub against your exposed clit. The sudden contact sends shockwaves of pleasure through you as you cry out in ecstasy.

Do you let him continue or try to escape his grip?

Your body convulses as Man 2 continues to expertly tease your sensitive clit, his fingers moving in a relentless rhythm that drives you wild with desire. The other men at the table chant encouragement, their low voices echoing around the room like an incantation of depravity. You feel your orgasm building quickly now, a wave of pleasure threatening to consume you whole. Just as it starts to crest, Man 2 finally relents, pulling his hand away and revealing a glistening bead of arousal on your fingertip.

Do you thank him or demand more?

As the ecstatic feeling subsides, you struggle to catch your breath while glancing around sheepishly at the men who are now ogling you with even more eager anticipation. Man 2 chuckles wickedly and nods towards your empty drinks. "Well, how 'bout you bring us our drinks now? And maybe a little something extra?" He leans in close once again, his hot breath tickling your ear as he whispers, "You know what I mean."

Do you agree to provide them with an "extra" or find some way to refuse without provoking their anger?

The thought of refusing them fills you with dread; they already seem so eager to take what they want from you tonight. So, with a nervous swallow, you nod slowly and agree to provide the "extra" that Man 2 has suggested. As you walk back behind the bar counter to get their drinks, you can feel the men's hungry eyes boring into your back as if they could see right through your clothes.

You quickly mix up their requested drinks while trying not to lose yourself in the anticipation of what is yet to come. Once finished, you gather up the glasses and make your way back over to the table, a nervous smile pasted on your face as you attempt to mask your fear. As you set down the drinks, Man 2 smirks deviously and leans forward once again, his hot breath caressing your cheek as he whispers into your ear, "I think it's

His voice husky with desire, Man 2's words send shivers down your spine. You try to steel yourself as he slides his hand beneath your crop top and bra, cupping one of your breasts in his rough palm. The others at the table erupt into a chorus of lewd cheers, urging him on as they wait eagerly for their turn with you.

Do you fight back against Man 2 or succumb to his advances?