jennifersdreams
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- Nov 5, 2010
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Lou's is a little hole-in-the-wall by the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. They do a good business at lunch and dinner, but after nine the kitchen closes, and the local working people mostly go home to their TVs and their beds. The bar stays open til one, and what business there is from then on is mostly the same half dozen local drunks, and the occasional trucker.
Jenni waited tables at dinner, but this night, Lou asked her to cover the bar. His wife was sick and he was needed at home. It was an extra four hours, but he gave her a hundred dollars out of the register to make sure she said yes.
"Besides," he said. "A pretty girl like you ought to get the boys tipping pretty good."
He was right about her looks. Jenni always said that guys tended to tip according to cup size, and she was a double D, with a tight little body and a long blonde ponytail. She wore a little black miniskirt and a low cut white tanktop that seemed to keep her male customers happy. The women might have bitched, but they were seldom the ones leaving the tips.
She knew she wasn't really being given a choice, but at least he was making it worth her while, and she sighed and nodded. A few minutes after nine, the cook locked up the kitchen and hit the road. Jenni was alone, except for the two old men at the end of the bar.
((Jenni could be talked into a tip-to-strip arrangement pretty easily. From there, who knows what she might do, if the money was right? Or there could be a robbery that turns into a rape, or maybe one of the old-timers slips something in her drink when she goes to the restroom ... or maybe you have another idea .. PM me))
Jenni waited tables at dinner, but this night, Lou asked her to cover the bar. His wife was sick and he was needed at home. It was an extra four hours, but he gave her a hundred dollars out of the register to make sure she said yes.
"Besides," he said. "A pretty girl like you ought to get the boys tipping pretty good."
He was right about her looks. Jenni always said that guys tended to tip according to cup size, and she was a double D, with a tight little body and a long blonde ponytail. She wore a little black miniskirt and a low cut white tanktop that seemed to keep her male customers happy. The women might have bitched, but they were seldom the ones leaving the tips.
She knew she wasn't really being given a choice, but at least he was making it worth her while, and she sighed and nodded. A few minutes after nine, the cook locked up the kitchen and hit the road. Jenni was alone, except for the two old men at the end of the bar.
((Jenni could be talked into a tip-to-strip arrangement pretty easily. From there, who knows what she might do, if the money was right? Or there could be a robbery that turns into a rape, or maybe one of the old-timers slips something in her drink when she goes to the restroom ... or maybe you have another idea .. PM me))