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"I am." We walk to the bar and Scott is setting up the outdoor festival tent where the open kegs will be set up. I have to stop and speak to him for a moment and tell you I'll be in shortly. You go inside and a few moments later, you see Riley walk up to us, already in costume. Its the same thing you saw in the picture, instead it's black and hot pink, and her hair is streaked blonde and pink. You notice check her out, but she doesn't stay long, heading inside. She glares at you. "What are YOU doing here? You weren't on the schedule."
 
I shrug and set down my stuff. "Well, I put myself on the schedule, and Reece approved. Last time I checked, you weren't the boss." I smile sweetly at her and went into the bathroom to get out of my khaki shorts and t shirt to reveal a sheer crop top with a cute red bra that shows off my curves, and a pair of shorts similar to the ones you bought me from Victoria's Secret, but a tad more modest to add to the allure. I put on heels, ruby red lipstick and keep my hair down, running a comb through it. I smile at my reflection and walk out to see you. I peck you on the cheek. "I'm ready to work," I tell you, noticing Riley's eyes on me.
 
My eyes light up and my pants tighten. "And what are you supposed to be for Halloween little girl?" I ask.
 
"That naughty little co-ed you see on the quad," I say with a wink. I knew that you loved the outfit. "I thought of it being playful," I explain.
 
I smile at you and say, "I'll work the kegs tonight, if you want." I notice Riley's whispering to Sheila, and I roll my eyes. I whisper in your ear, "Think she's jealous?"
 
I grab your hips and kiss you briefly. "Probably is now," I say. I turn toward the hostess stand. "Rile! Put Lynn in the tent for first shift."

"I have Sheila there already," she says.

"Riley. Do it," I say.

"Ok," she says. "Gutterslut in the tent." She turns and goes toward the kitchen.
 
"Gutterslut?" I hiss under my breath so only you could hear. I put on a smile. "Thanks, babe. I'm going to work some now." I kiss your cheek, leaving a lipstick mark. "I'll meet you on break." I go into the tent and start working the kegs with a smile and some flirty winks, playing my part.
 
I walk through the crowd and see you working here and there. I notice a guy chatting you up. I lean in behind you and grab a beer to pass out. "Flirt with him," I say. You look at me and give me a look. "Do it." I grin.
 
I grin back, knowing you have something up your sleeve, and begin flirting with the guy chatting me up as I worked, making sure he was having a good time.
 
I see him lean into you and put an arm around your back, and I hear him ask for your number. "Give it to him," I say, where he can even hear me. I lean toward you both. "She doesn't have a boyfriend. Don't let her tell you that." I smile and return to selling beer.
 
I give him my number and he even buys me a beer. I take a small polite sip, smiling. Beer wasn't really my thing. I know you're up to something, but I don't know what.
 
The guy leaves, and you look at me, confused. "Baby, look at you. And look at Riley over there." I nod. You see her leaned over the hostess stand giggling and laughing loudly to some frat guys dressed like Crayons. "And Sheila," I point again. She is curled up at some table chatting with some guy touching her arm and looking at a tattoo on her hip. "What do you think these guys want from each of you?"
 
I smile at you. "What conversation does the guy in the suspenders and no shirt that has had four bourbons want with you later on Halloween, baby?" I ask.
 
I nod. "That's right. These guys want to put their dick deep in a sexy, little, slut tonight. Make them think they're going to get to put it in you."

"I don't understand," you say.

"I want to have them all over you, and then know that I'M the one giving it to you later," I say. I tell you next time I come by, I want to hear you teasing some guy. "Riley thinks you're a slut. Make her think you are. Make her think I don't know what you're doing." I lean in and whisper to you again, "She'll go insane if she thinks you are playing me, when I take you to the manager's office on your last break to 'give you your tip." I say.
 
I head off and do some work in the kitchen. A little while later, you feel a hand around your waist. You see it's me, but I play it off like I am just pulling you back from the keg bar so that I can serve a beer over your shoulder. Just the owner working around one of his girls. I look at the guy ordering a beer across from you and act like I'm not listening to your conversation, but I am.
 
I'm talking with my latest catch about different drinks, and what effects they have on me when it comes to sex, and he's hanging on every word. I playfully wiggle my ass into you, knowing you're listening.
 
"What does vodka do for you," he asks. I graze my hand along your ass where nobody can see as I serve another beer.
 
"Vodka? Hmmm. . . haven't had much recently, but I do know it makes me a bit. . . wild," I say with a laugh. "Especially Green Apple Bite Smirnoff? Mmm. . . Gets me to be like a little lioness in the sheets," I say. I shake my ass against your hand.
 
"How about me and my boy here buy you a bottle after your shift?" He asks as you feel me press a finger against your pussy from behind, still serving beers over your shoulder.
 
"That'd be great," I say with a smile. "I get off in about," I look at my watch, "five hours, and let me tell you, it'd be welcome." You feel me shiver a little bit.
 
"Both of us?" He asks you, making it clear that he and his friend intend to stuff your little body with cock for Halloween, under the guise of just buying you drinks at their place.
 
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