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Penny and Bernadette Work for Tips

Penny and Bernadette were standing around the waitress station talking about the events of the past weekend and life in general. Penny was an old pro at the Cheesecake Factory. She had moved to California from Nebraska to pursue an acting career. She was working as a waitress to pay the bills until she got her big break. After four years she was still waiting for her big break. Bernadette was new, trying to make some extra money while she was attending college. Although they were total opposites in almost every way, the two had hit it off almost from Bernadette's first day.

Penny was a long, lean blonde. Standing 5' 6" with 35-24-36 curves, and long blonde hair that only made her tan more obvious, she looked like the prototypical California girl. Bernadette, on the other hand, wasn't even 5' tall, which only accentuated her 36-27-35 figure. With long blonde hair, slightly darker than Penny's, and glasses, she looked like a cross between a curvy kewpie doll and a book nerd.

Penny had elaborated on the sexual debauchery she and her latest boy toy had performed while Bernadette talked about her upcoming finals for this year's conclusion of the degree in bioscience she was chasing. It was 10:30 on another slow Monday night. Almost everyone else had gone home. The girls were getting ready to call it a night and head home as well.

Just then a group of four men walked in. The greeter seated them in a booth in Penny's section. Penny was disappointed and grateful both at the same time. Disappointed because it probably meant she was going to be there past closing. Grateful because she might be able to finish the night off with some decent tips.

A few moments later another group of four men walked in. The greeter seated this group in a booth in Bernadette's section. "At least Penny will be stuck here with me," she thought.

Before Penny went over to greet her table she looked at Bernadette, back at their tables, and back to Bernadette.

"How would you like to make this interesting?" Penny asked Bernadette.

"Sure. What did you have in mind?" Bernadette replied.

"Whoever gets the bigger tip out of their table gets to keep the other one's tip," Penny said with a crooked grin.

Bernadette thought about it. Penny had been doing this a long time. She was consistently one of the top tip earners at this location. She knew how to take full advantage of her looks. She had given Bernadette some tips, but Bernadette was sure she hadn't given her all her tricks of the trade. But she could use the extra cash, too.

"You're on," Bernadette answered.

Penny thought this would be like taking candy from a baby. She almost felt guilty about it. But Bernadette was a big girl, and Penny had rent coming up that she was going to be short on...again.

With a devilish grin, Penny looked right at Bernadette and unbuttoned her blouse as far as she could before the mustard yellow sweater of their uniforms stopped her, making it quite clear she wasn't wearing a bra today. She brushed the hem of her skirt, one of the many skirts she had sewn half as short as the standard Cheesecake Factory uniform skirt, showing off her long, tan legs. She turned and walked in the direction of her prey.

"Shit!" Bernadette thought. She had been brought up a good, Catholic girl. But she wasn't blind to the ways of the world, either. It wasn't beneath her to give the occasional blow job or titty fuck to get the grade she desired. There wasn't anything she could do about her skirt or her legs, but there was one thing she had over Penny in spades. Her tits.

Being as short as a junior high school girl with the curves of a stripper presented unique clothing issues for Bernadette. With her father being on a cop's salary and her mother a teachers, she couldn't afford to have her clothes tailored to her unique figure. The compromise was usually finding something to fit her length, or lack of, and squeezing her curves into it. That usually meant her 35C's were squeezed into something built for 32B's. Her breasts were already straining the buttons on her blouse. She unbuttoned two more buttons, just low enough to give a hint of the lacy yellow bra she was wearing today. Her tits looked like they were about to spill out.

****

"Good evening, guys, welcome to the Cheesecake Factory," Penny greeted her guests. Her group was a little younger than Bernadette's group. She guessed mid to late 20s. You could see it in their eyes that they were pleased with the waitress they were lucky enough to have tonight. She explained the specials of the day and leaned into the table, pad and pen in hand, as is if she might have trouble hearing them over the noise of the restaurant, even though it was stone silent in the restaurant. She wanted to make sure she gave them as good a view of her cleavage as possible.

"What can I get you boys to drink?" she asked, pen at the ready. Two ordered waters, one ordered a sweet tea, one ordered a Dr. Pepper. "I'll be right back with those," she said with a smile. She turned to walk away and clumsily (and intentionally) dropped her pen. "Shit, I'm such a klutz," she said, looking back at her table, making sure she had gotten their attention. She bent over at the waist, not at the knees. Her short skirt rose up, giving them a clear shot of her ass, the blue g-string that was embedded in the crack of her ass, as well as just a hint of her pink pussy lips. She could sense jaws dropping behind her at the sight. "Score one for me," she thought to herself.

****

Bernadette sidled up to her table. "Hi guys, welcome to the Cheesecake Factory. Thanks for coming in. My name is Bernadette, but you can call me Bernie. I'll be your server tonight," she said in her cute, squeaky little voice. The guys glanced at the name tag on her chest that said "Bernadette", trying to not make it too obvious they were actually getting an eyeful of the cleavage her 35C's created.

She, too, explained the specials of the day to her table. Once that task was done she asked, "So, what can I get you guys tonight? Coffee? Tea? Or me?" The guys did a double take at the last offering.

Richard, in the back-left corner of the booth, asked "You? Are you on the menu?" he asked almost laughing.

"Sure I am!" Bernadette answered with a twinkle in her eye. "If you'll turn to page 23 of the menu," the sound of menus quickly opening interrupted her sentence, "under 'poultry'," she continued as she leaned over the table as far as her small frame would allow, giving Richard a perfect view straight down her cleavage, she pointed at the menu item, "that's me. 'Slices of tender, white breast meat, with fluffy mashed potatoes served on the side, all covered in a thick, creamy white gravy." She paused. "I particularly like the gravy," she practically purred. Stunned silence filled the table. Four sets of eyes looked at Bernadette and back to the photo of the dish on the menu, their minds racing. She paused, letting what she said sink in. "I'll bring you guys some water while you look over the rest of the menu," she said with a huge grin as she turned and walked away. "Score one for the girl with the big tits," she thought to herself.

****

Penny returned to her table with the drinks. "Are you boys ready to order or do you need a couple more minutes?" she asked with a smile.

The guys all looked at each other with stupid grins. Glenn, in the aisle seat to her right, was the first to speak up.

"Penny, are you interested in making a couple extra bucks tonight?" Glenn asked.

"This was too easy. She's toast," Penny thought to herself. "I'm a waitress and I've got rent to pay. What do you think?" she replied playfully.

Glenn decided to go for it. "Listen, ummmm, we couldn't help but notice you're wearing a g-string." He paused. His question could have three results. A slap across the face, being escorted out of the restaurant, or a night of unimaginable possibilities. "They just happen to be in my favorite color. Would you be interested in selling them to me?"

This caught Penny by surprise. No one had ever been that brazen. She thought about it. She thought about the bet. She looked Glenn square in the eyes. Her lips curled into a crooked grin. "Make me an offer."

Glenn couldn't believe it. He thought about it. "$20."

Penny shook her head. "Not even close."

"Okay. How much?" Glenn asked.

Penny thought about it. "$75."

Glenn considered it. "Okay. But I get to take 'em off." He pulled out his wallet and slapped the money on the table.

"Oh, he's good," Penny thought. "If you're taking them off right here that's gonna cost you another $25." Glenn slapped another set of bills on the table. She grabbed the money off the table and stuffed it into the pouch around her waist where she kept her order pad, a handful of pens, and her other tips. Penny and Bernadette had both emptied out that last pocket to make it easier to keep track for the purposes of their bet.

Having taken the money, she moved directly in front of Glenn. They looked into each other's faces to see if one would blink and back out. Penny soon had her answer. Glenn's hands crept up her thighs and under her short skirt to her hips. Both hands slipped under the thin strings. Then one hand began to slide around to her front. Before she could react, the hand was between her thighs, underneath the thin material. Glen began to caress her quickly moistening pussy. She gasped but didn't resist. Glenn quickly realized she wasn't going to reject his advances. He soon had a finger sliding between her lips, gently rubbing her already excited clit. She closed her eyes and placed a hand on his shoulder for balance. She spread her legs further apart. Glenn slipped a finger past her lips and into her cunt. Her body shuddered. She bit her bottom lip.

Glenn's companions watched as be fingered her. They couldn't believe what they were seeing. They all had uncomfortable bulges in their pants. Glenn soon had two fingers buried in her slit with a thumb pressing on her clit. Penny couldn't believe this stranger had himself buried in her cunt. In the middle of the restaurant. And she didn't care.

Her body rocked against his hand. Her eyes stayed closed. She was biting her lip so hard she thought she might bite it off. Her breathing became labored. Her voice was silent but her mind was screaming "Fuuuuuuuck!" Her heart raced. She threw her head back. A low, quiet moan escaped her lips as her body trembled with an orgasm. Right there. In the middle of the restaurant. Her knees went weak. She thought she might collapse right there.

Finally, Penny's muscles unclenched from around Glenn's fingers. He moved his hands back around to her hips. The fingers that were buried in her snatch left a moist trail along their path. He placed his hands under the thin strings on her hips once again. This time he dragged his prize down her thighs and below her trembling knees. She lifted one leg out, then the other. He looked into her flushed face with a very satisfied grin on his face, crumpled up his purchase, and tucked it into his side pocket.

Penny took a deep breath. "Holy crap on a cracker," she said breathlessly. She looked at the stunned faces around the table. "I'll be right back to take your orders." She rushed off to the bathroom where she splashed cold water on her face, wiped away the juices that were running down the inside of her thighs, and tried to gather her senses.

****

Bernadette went back to her table. "Okay, guys, ready to order?" she asked, pad and pen in her hands.

Paul, on her left and in the aisle seat, spoke up. "Bernie, I've got to ask you something."

"Sure. What's that?"

"The other waitress..." he started.

Bernadette turned her head, back towards Penny's table several booths away on the opposite aisle. "Penny? Sure, what about her?"

"Well...you're not going to believe this. We certainly couldn't. Still don't actually." He paused, looking for the words. "We'd swear we just saw her give her panties to a gentleman at her table. Is...is that possible?"

Bernadette pursed her lips and furrowed her brow. "That bitch!" she thought to herself. "Well, I guess it's possible," she said shrugging her shoulders. "She'll do just about anything to get better tips."

John, in the back right corner of the booth, sniggered under his breath, "Maybe we should ask to be moved to her section."

Bernadette heard the comment. Her eyes narrowed. Steam almost came out of her ears. "That bitch!" she thought to herself again.

George, in the aisle seat to her right, couldn't help but notice her reaction. "How about you, Bernie? What will you do for better tips?" he asked with a sneer. The other three watched closely to see what her reaction would be.

"Fuck!" she thought. "I can't let her beat me!" She looked at George. "I dunno. What did you have in mind?" She already knew what the answer was going to be.

"How about you?" George asked. "Got any panties you want to sell?"

"Fucking bitch!" raced across her mind. "Maybe. What are they worth to you?"

"Well, before I make you an offer, I need to see the merchandise," George told her with a grin.

Bernadette quickly scanned the near empty restaurant for prying eyes. She looked back at George. She grabbed the hem on the right side of her skirt and raised it along the side of her thigh. She raised it above her waist, giving George and the rest of the table a clear view of her lacy, yellow boy shorts panties. This also showed off her toned legs and, if they looked closely in the shadows of her skirt, just a hint of her swelling pussy lips.

She dropped the hem of her skirt feeling they had seen enough. George grinned and scratched his chin. He looked into her face. "Nice." He paused. "$25."

"You're joking, right?" Bernadette said incredulously. "These are Victoria's Secret! They're not some cheap Walmart brand."

George grabbed the hem of her skirt and began to gently raise it. Much to his surprise she let him. Bernadette restrained her natural instinct to slap his hand away. She looked at him with a sly grin. He lifted it even higher than Bernadette had previously and held it there. "$50."

"$65 and they're yours," she said defiantly.

George let go of the hem of the skirt. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a billfold. He pulled out several dead presidents and laid them on the table. Bernadette grabbed the money and placed it into the pouch around her waist. She slipped her hands under her skirt and slid the panties down her silky thighs, past her knees, and around her shoes. She held them for a moment before handing them to George.

There was a pause. George broke the silence. He was grinning like a Cheshire cat. "How about the bra? I'd like a matching set."

"Seriously?!" she said louder than intended. George remained silent, just staring back with that same grin and a twinkle in his eyes. "Shit!" she thought. "How badly do you want a matching set?"

George thought about it. "$75."

"No way!" she replied emphatically. "Do you know how expensive Victoria's Secret bras are? Especially something to fit these." She cupped her breasts and bounced them a little.

"How big are those bad boys?" asked John from the corner.

"35C," she said, blushing, still cupping them.

"Told you," John said, looking across the table at Richard.

"Okay, you tell me what it will take to let your puppies breath," George told her.

Bernadette thought about it. "$125," she said confidently. George pulled out more dead presidents from his wallet and laid them on the table. Bernadette once again grabbed them and tucked them into her pouch. She turned and began to walk away.

"Hey!" George hollered. "Where you goin' with my money?"

She stopped and turned to look at him. She motioned to the back of the restaurant. "To the bathroom," she almost whispered, "to take it off."

George shook his head. "Nuh huh. Do it here."

Her jaw dropped. She thought of the contest. She knew Penny wasn't wearing a bra. This was a definite chance to pull ahead. She walked back to the table. "That's gonna cost you another $20." George pulled out a worn $20 bill and laid it on the table where the others had been. Bernadette picked it up and put it with the others.

Bernadette reached behind her and undid the clasp. She reached under the short sleeve of her left arm and pulled the strap down and over her hand. She reached across her body and grabbed the strap on her right shoulder. With a couple of sharp tugs, the lacy yellow bra slipped through her shirt and out from her right sleeve. Her 36 inch bust jiggled after they were set free but, for as large as they were, they had no sag to them. She daintily handed the bra to George. He stuffed it into the gap between he and John.

"Thank you," he said with a smile.

"Now that's done, are you guys ready to order?" she said, trying to get back to business, cheeks rosy red.

"Not just yet," Paul said. Now he was grinning.

"Oh? Why not?" she asked.

"Well..." he paused, looking around the table. "You've set your puppies free but you haven't actually let them breath."

"Is he saying what I think he's saying?!" she thought. "What are you trying to say?" she asked.

Paul nodded his head in her direction. "Let's see 'em."

Bernadette's jaw dropped. "Are you kidding me? Right here? Are you crazy?"

Paul placed two, crisp Benjamin Franklins on the table. "Nope," he said with a sly grin.

"Shit!" she thought. Her mind raced. She reasoned with herself. "God only knows what that slut will do to get my tips. It's just my tits, right? What is it with guys and tits? There's nobody in the restaurant anyway."

"$250," she whispered, almost hoping he would turn it down. In a flash, Ulysses S. Grant joined Ben Franklin on the table. "Dammit!"

She looked around the restaurant, seeing only emptiness. She could hear the rustling of the kitchen crew far off in the distance, behind several layers of walls. She grabbed the money and stuffed it into her quickly-filling pouch. She apprehensively, slowly began to unbutton her blouse. The four men's eyes grew wide with anticipation. She finally got enough buttons undone that she could squeeze her 35C cups into the open. She took one last glance around the restaurant. She looked back into the mesmerized faces around the table and slowly opened her shirt.

The twins popped out of the center of her shirt. She pressed them together with her fists as she blushed. Paul, looking as if he was in a trance, muttered "Holy fuck." He reached up to touch them.

SMACK! Bernadette swatted his hand away and tucked the girls back into her shirt.

"Hey! What the fuck?!" Paul cried.

"You wanted to see 'em, you saw 'em," she said.

"But, now that I've seen them, I want to touch them," he practically begged.

A chorus of "Me, too!" followed his statement from the other three men sitting at the table.

Bernadette thought about it. "It'll be another $20 from each one of you for a quick touch." She emphasized "quick". Four $20 bills magically appeared on the table. She tucked them into her pouch and looked around the restaurant again.

Once again, she pulled open her shirt and squeezed her tits together. In a matter of seconds, she had four different hands groping her massive mammaries. Their touch took her breath away for a moment. Her hard, gum drop sized nipples were being tugged and twisted. She had to bite her bottom lip to keep from moaning.

As quickly as it started she pulled away and tucked the girls back into her shirt. Her face was flushed. The men had disappointed looks on their faces and were squirming in their seats as if their pants had suddenly become uncomfortable.
Bernadette took a deep breath. If she had been wearing her panties they would've been soaked. "Okay guys, now that you've had your fun, what would you like to order?"

****

Penny returned to her table after freshening up. "Okay, boys, ready to order?"

"Almost," Glenn said. "You walked away pretty happy," he said grinning. He pushed back the table cloth from his lap, revealing a thick, hard cock in his hand. Penny's jaw dropped. The three other men at the table chuckled. "How about making me happy?"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" she asked.

"Do I look like I'm kidding?" He shook his penis at her.

"What the hell am I supposed to do with that?"

"How about a hand job?" He pumped his cock.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" she asked again. He shook his head, still grinning. "This could put me miles ahead of Bernadette," she thought. "Where at?" she asked.

"Right here. You got your rocks off in front of the guys. I want to get my rocks off in front of the guys."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" she asked for a third time. He shook his head and shook his tool at her again. She thought about it. "$300 and I'll do it."

"$200" Glenn shot back.

She thought about it again. "$250." Two crisp $100 bills along with a $50 appeared in front of her. She looked at it, at the cock in his hand, and back at the money. She grabbed the money and put it in her pouch.

She looked around the restaurant. All she could see were the tops of the heads of the four men at Bernadette's table. She took a breath and knelt down. She replaced Glenn's hand with her own. She could feel it throbbing in her grip. She leaned over the beast and dropped a stream of saliva onto its tip. She rubbed it around the tip then slowly slid her hand down its shaft. It was thick and veiny. She imagined how good it would feel buried in her cunt. She could feel herself getting wet again.

Glenn closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat while the other three sets of eyes at his table watched intently. Penny's grip tightened and her pace picked up. She enjoyed giving hand jobs. She liked giving blow jobs, too. But, with a hand job, she could watch the man's face contort, watch his entire body react to her touch, without being bothered by a cock sliding in and out of her face.

It wasn't long before his breathing became more labored. His jaw clenched. His thighs began to tense. Penny leaned over the throbbing cock again and dropped another stream of saliva upon it. She reached up and began to give it firm, hard strokes with both hands.

She leaned her head into Glenn. "Come on, Glenn, cum for me. I want to see you cum for me," she whispered.

His hips bucked slightly. His chest flew out, his head fell back against the padding of the tall booth seat. With a grunt, a gob of thick spunk spurted from the tip of his tool, shooting in a small arch and back down across Penny's knuckles. She continued to stroke, coaxing more cum from him. It dribbled out, across the tip of his throbbing cock, and down his shaft, lubricating Penny's hands as she continued to give slow, hard strokes.

Once she felt the throbbing in her hands stop she released her grip. She stood up, grabbed a napkin from the table, and wiped her hands. Glenn was panting and looked totally spent. The other three men took long sips from their drinks, their mouths parched from what they had just witnessed. Penny smiled.

"Okay, guys, let's get your orders placed and I'll bring you some refills and more napkins."

****

Bernadette returned to her table with their orders. Three of the four men were gone. Only John remained in the back right corner of the booth.

"Where'd everybody go?" she asked as she put the plates of food in front of the empty seats.

John chuckled. "George ran out of money and the other two went to the ATM with him." They both laughed.

"I'll check back with you when they get back to make sure everything's okay." She turned to leave and John stopped her.

"Hey, listen, while the guys are gone, how would you like to make some serious cash?" He wiggled his eyebrows at her.

"I'm listening," she said.

"Listen, you got me all worked up with those magnificent tits of yours." He paused. "How about helping me, shall we say, get un-worked up?"

"That depends. What did you have in mind?"

"I was thinking a blow job. Under the table." His lips curled into an evil grin.

"Holy shit!" she thought. "What would Penny do?" The answer to that question was obvious. "500 bucks," she said.

John looked straight into her face as he pulled his money clip out. He pulled five, folded but crisp $100 bills from it and confidently placed them on the table in front of Bernadette.

"Oh my God!" she thought to herself. "Am I really going to do this?!" She looked around the restaurant. Still empty. She looked at the money in front of her. John was already unbuckling his pants. She heard the zip from underneath the table. He lifted off of his seat and pulled his pants down. He looked at Bernadette with a sparkle in his eyes.

She grabbed the five $100 bills and stuffed them into her bulging tip pouch. She took one last glance around the restaurant, then dropped to her knees. Her tiny frame allowed her to fit under the table easier than most. Once under the table she saw John waving a long, thin, stiff cock that was begging for attention.

She crawled to the back of the table. A sliver of light slipped under the table cloth to light her way. She stopped in front of John's wand waving in front of her. Between school and work it had been quite a while since she'd had a cock in her hand, let alone in her mouth. She became moist thinking about it.

She replaced John's hand with her own and gently stroked it. She felt it twitch in her hand. She moved in closer and took the head into her mouth. She heard John lightly moan. Her head began to bob on his pole, taking more and more of it into her mouth with each bob. It wasn't long before she was taking him into her throat. Eventually she was able to take his full length in, her nose touching his stomach. His hands slid under the table and found their way to the back of her head, pulling it towards him.

Almost involuntarily, one of Bernadette's hands slid down under her skirt. She began to flick her excited clit. Her body shivered at the touch of her own hand. With John's hands holding her head steady as he pumped his cock in and out of her throat freed her other hand to grope her own massive tits. She slipped two fingers into her soaked slit as she pinched a hardened nipple through the thin material of her blouse.

It wasn't long before the pulsing of her pussy matched the racing beats of her heart. Her body become iron hot. The pace of her fingers that were sliding in out of her own gash quickened. She pinched her nipples hard. She closed her eyes in the darkness. Try as she might to suppress it, a long, low moan escaped from her lips and around the cock that was gliding in and out of her face as her body shook from the orgasm that was racing through her tiny body. Her pelvis grinded against the palm of her hand, riding the wave of pleasure for as long as she could.

Above the table, John felt the rhythm of hot breath around his cock change. He heard the low moan from under the table. He knew she was fingering herself under there. Knowing that she had fingered herself to orgasm was enough to send him over the edge. His grip on the back of her head tightened. The thrusting of his hips became more deliberate. With a grunt and one final thrust, he drove his cock deep into her throat and held it there. Bernadette felt his cock throb in her throat, she felt his thick cum emptying into her. She tried to pull way, but his grip was too tight. Her body begged for air. Just when she thought she was going to gag, the grip on her head released and she pulled away.

Both participants took deep breaths. Bernadette crawled out from under the table. She looked into John's satisfied face as she wiped a droplet of cum from the corner of her lips and tucked it back into her mouth. As she straightened the hem of her skirt she could see the other three men coming back into the restaurant.

As John hiked his pants back up she grinned and said "I'll be back in a little bit to check on you guys."

****

Penny returned to her table with the men's orders, the buttons of her blouse still unbuttoned as far as possible. All four men were grinning ear to ear. She placed the plates in front of the appropriate customer, making sure to bend at the waist much more than needed.

"Can I get you boys anything else?" she asked with a crooked smile.

Don spoke up from his seat at the back left of the booth. "Well, now that you mention it..." Penny felt a hand sliding up the back of her left thigh. The hand belonged to Joe, seated next to Don. Don continued. "How would you like to make some serious cash?"

"I'm listening," she said. Joe's hand was now caressing her ass. Three $500 bills appeared on the table in front of her. Her jaw dropped. Her mind raced. She gathered herself together. "And what exactly do I have to do to earn that? I'm guessing more than get you refills on your drinks."

The men chuckled. "What do you think you need to do?" Don asked.

Penny looked around the table at Randy seated to Glenn's right, who hadn't said a word yet, Don, and Joe, who's hand had slid between the crack of her ass, his finger pressing against her asshole that had suddenly come to life. She looked at the money on the table. "If y'all want what I think you want, you're gonna have to cough up more than that."

"What's gonna take to get three dicks inside of you?" Don asked bluntly with a wicked tone in his voice.

"Three?" Penny asked.

Glenn spoke up. "I'm gonna sit this one out," he said, winking at Penny.

Penny thought about it. She'd been gangbanged before, but she had a chance to make some serious cash. She nodded at the money on the table. "Double that."

"No way!" Joe croaked from his corner seat. He looked at the other three. "$600 a piece."

Penny thought about it. "$800."

The men opened their wallets and emptied their money on the table. Don shuffled through the crumpled bills. "$2,190 total. That's $730 each. That's it. That's all we've got." The men looked at her on the edge of their seats waiting for her reaction.

Penny thought about it. "Between this and the tips I'm gonna take from Bernadette...what the hell?!" She was getting moist at the thought of it. She looked at the men. "Fine."

Randy excitedly whispered "Yes!" as Penny stuffed the wad of money into her pouch.

"Wait a couple of minutes, don't follow me," Penny said. "Meet me back by the bathrooms," she said as she walked away.

****

Bernadette returned to her table. The four men had barely touched their food.

"Everything okay, guys?" she asked seriously, wondering if something was wrong with their orders.

"We can't eat," Richard said. "We're a bit distracted."

"Oh? Why's that?" she asked.

"John's been telling us about the excellent service he received while we were gone," Richard said with a grin.

"Oh, has he now?" Bernadette said playfully, looking at John.

"He has indeed," Paul said. "And we were wondering if we could get the same kind of outstanding service from our favorite hostess."

"What? All three of you?!" Bernadette asked, a little shocked.

"All three of us," Paul answered with an evil grin across his face.

Bernadette thought about it. She had never serviced more than one man at a time before. She wondered what it was like. She got a little excited at the thought she would be stepping up her game. And she wanted Penny's money, dammit! She's worked hard for it tonight.

"Fine," she squeaked. "Same deal as John. $500 a piece." Like magic, piles of money appeared on the table in front of her. She paused, looking at the excited faces of the three men. "But not here, not under the table."

"Okay. Then where?" Joe asked.

Bernadette thought about it. She grabbed the money and shoved it into her pouch. "Meet me in the ladies bathroom in 5 minutes." The three men nodded and she headed towards the back of the restaurant.

****

Two minutes later Don, Joe, Glenn, and Randy were at the back of the restaurant. Penny was unlocking a door that was just before the entrance to the bathrooms.

"Hey, the deal was for three," Penny said sternly.

"Don't worry," Glenn said with a wave of his hand, "I'm just here as an observer," he said with a smile.

The door had an "Employees Only" sign on it. Penny opened the door to a pitch-dark room. She flipped on a bank of lights that gave the room a warm, soft glow. It illuminated a room with three booths along the wall and a long table in the center large enough to seat six. Turns out it's a private room for VIPs that the general public knows nothing about. It had its own private entrance from the outside so that VIPs who have a taste for Cheesecake Factory but want to eat their meal in peace, without autograph hounds and star-struck people bothering them.

Penny had barely closed the door and she had three pairs of hands roaming her body and virtually ripping the clothes off her body. Once her clothes were removed hands were groping every inch of her tan body. Groping her tits, pinching and twisting her excited nipples, flicking her raised clit, pressing against her quivering asshole, even slipping into her soaked slit. Lips were kissing her back and stomach, sucking her neck, kissing her lips, and biting her ass.

All the while she being lead to the center of the small room. Don climbed onto the table in the center and lay on his back, his thick pole standing straight and tall. Randy and Joe lifted Penny onto the table. She lifted one leg over Don so she was straddling him. She lowered herself down until her dripping wet pussy touched the tip of Don's rod. Both bodies shivered at the touch. Slowly Penny lowered herself to the point the helmet of Don's brave soldier slipped through her pussy lips and into the promised land.

As Penny slid down his pole she moaned "Ohhhh balls!" Don groaned all the way down until she was sitting in his lap.

Penny had no sooner taken Don's full length in when she had a pair of hands pushing her shoulders forward. It was Joe, sliding in between Don's legs, his slight, skinny pole pointing directly at Penny's ass. He spread her ass cheeks apart and unceremoniously spit on her pink rosebud. He slid in closer until the tip of his tool touched her ass hole. Her body shivered at the touch, knowing what was coming next. Joe pressed against her. The bulbous head slid slowly into her ass and past her sphincter until his full length, short as it might be, had disappeared into her forbidden zone.

"Like that?" Joe asked with a devilish tone.

"Ohhhhhh fuck yeah," she purred.

Joe pulled back until he almost slipped out, then thrust forward, bringing a squeal from Penny. He pulled back again, paused, and threw his hips forward with all his might and a grunt.

"OH! Motherfu-gggggghhhhhh..." She didn't get to finished her cry. Randy had climbed onto the table and onto his knees. His balls hovering over Don's head. Randy grabbed her by her beautiful blonde hair, lifted her head up, and, in mid-cry, shoved his thick cock into her mouth and down her throat.

****

George, Paul, and Richard hesitantly entered the woman's bathroom. It was bright and clean, unlike the men's side. There were two stalls on the right. A double sink to their left. The sink counter had a vase with fresh cut flowers in it. The room smelled good. In the middle of the room, much to their delight, stood Bernadette. She stood there, her long blonde hair flowing past her shoulders and her nerdy black framed glasses on her face. She was topless, but still had her Cheesecake Factory skirt and flat shoes on. She was standing there with a devilish grin and a twinkle in her eye as she massaged her 36-inch breasts and pinching her erect nipples.

"I wondered if you guys were going to show up," she said playfully.

The room was filled with the sound of zippers being undone. Three beautiful, hard cocks flew out of their constraints and pointed straight at Bernadette. As the three men approached, Bernadette dropped to her knees on the cold tile floor.

In no time flat she was surrounded by cock. George was standing directly in front of her with Paul and Richard on either side. In one smooth motion she took Paul and Richard into her hands and swallowed George's sword. All three men moaned at her touch. Her tiny hands made the men's penises look larger than life. Her mouth felt like warm velvet. She began to pull and tug on the two cocks in her hands. George placed his hands on the back of her head, holding it still as he drove his meat deep into her throat.

This went on for a few minutes before Paul spoke up. "Don't be a greedy bastard, George." He grabbed Bernadette by the hair and pulled her off of George's tool. She turned her head and without being asked impaled her face on Paul's stick. She grabbed George's well moistened tool and began to stroke it as Paul began to shove his cock in and out of her throat.

****

Don, Joe, and Randy were still banging Penny's holes. Without Penny realizing it, Glenn was recording the whole thing on his phone.

"Jesus Christ!" Joe cried as sweat rolled down his face. "I've been bangin' her ass for 15 minutes and it's still tight as fuck!"

"You should try her mouth!" argued Randy. "I swear to God, she's about to suck my balls down her throat!"

"Fuck that," Don said, completely out of breath. "Her cunt is squeezing me so tight I'd swear it was her hand squeezing me! I'm gonna bust my nut!"

Penny, her body glistening in sweat, was in a world of her own. A wave of ecstasy was washing over her body like a huge wave. She moaned and groaned around Randy's cock in her mouth. Her body shivered, her holes clamped down on the cocks filling them.

The added grip and suction was more than the men could take.

"Motherfuck!" With one final, hard thrust of his hips, Joe gripped her hips and drove his cock into her ass. He drove it so deep he'd swear he was pumping his cum straight into her stomach if he didn't know better.

Don was the next to go. Joe had barely pulled his cum covered cock out of Penny's ass when Don started throwing her in the air with the thrusts from his hips underneath her.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Grrrrrrrrr...FUCK!" Don grabbed Penny's hips to hold her steady and thrust his hips into hers as hard as he could. His cock throbbed as it pumped wave after wave of cum, filling her cunt with the sticky white substance. After several good, hard thrusts, he was spent.

Randy was next. Knowing that his friends were done, it was his turn. He pulled his rod out her mouth and began to stroke it. "Get up! Roll over!" he commanded.

Penny lifted herself off of Don. Don slid out from under her, his wobbly legs hitting the floor. He joined Joe and Glenn in the booth to watch the final fireworks.

Penny rolled onto her back. Now she was lying face up on the table. Her erect nipples were pointing straight at the ceiling. Randy pulled her closer, until her head was hanging over the edge of the table. She leaned her head back and opened her mouth. Randy shoved his throbbing cock into her face and down her throat. You could see her throat bulge as his tool entered it. Randy mauled her tits and grabbed her nipples, pulling them, up to the point of elongation, then letting go and watching her round tits snap back into place.

After a few pumps, Randy's body tensed. He threw his hips forward one last time and, with a grunt, emptied his ball sack down her throat. He held it there, with his balls throbbing and resting on her forehead. Penny began to gag. Her airways were full of cock and cum. She pushed back on Randy's hips.
When he was satisfied he had given her everything he had, Randy finally pulled back. Penny gasped for air as Randy stroked his own shaft, forcing a few more droplets of spunk onto her cheek.

Randy stepped away to join his friends. Penny laid there on the table panting. Glenn stood up and handed his phone to Joe. "Here, hold this for a second." He had been jerking himself off and was now hard as a rock. He pointed his tool at Penny's face, which was still hanging over the side of the table. "Open wide, sweetheart," he said. Glenn hadn't paid for a second servicing but Penny was too tired to protest.

Glenn repeated what Randy did. He stuffed his cock into her open mouth and down her throat. Once again, her throat took the shape of his dick with each pump. Having nearly stroked himself to orgasm already, his rod was already throbbing before he had even thrown it down her throat.

It was only a few pumps before Glenn grabbed Penny's perky tits as if they were handles. Just as he had done in the booth, his head flew back and his chest popped out. Penny felt the warm, thick goo slide down her throat as Glenn pumped his hips deliberately, his balls bouncing off the bridge of her nose.

Glenn finally pulled out and smacked the shaft of his tool on her chin, coaxing several more droplets to shoot out onto her throat. He stepped back and tucked his beast back into its cage.

"Consider that your tip," he said. The men chuckled and high fived each other as they walked out of the darkened room and back into the restaurant, leaving Penny there on the table, breathless and subconsciously lightly massaging her own tits.

****

Bernadette had been sucking on the three cocks that surrounded her for fifteen minutes. She was taking turns, giving each cock equal amounts of attention. While she sucked on one she stroked the other two. All three men had sweat rolling down their faces and were breathing heavily. Bernadette had a mixture of cum and saliva running down her chin and dripping onto her uniform skirt. She knew this wouldn't take much longer.

As her head bobbed on George's tool, taking him deep into her throat with each motion, Paul replaced her hand with his own and began to pump his own rod with firm, deliberate strokes. Bernadette replaced the throbbing cock that had been in her hand with Paul's balls, cupping them and caressing them.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuck!" Paul cried out. His head flew back. A stream of thick white jizz shot out for the tip of his hose and hit Bernadette squarely in the temple. Bernadette didn't flinch, continuing to impale her face on George's stick while stroking Richard. A second spurt shot out, landing in her long blond hair just above her left ear. Paul continued to stroke himself, squeezing several more drops out that fell onto her shoulder. "Fuck," he panted, and stepped away.

George was the next to go. He pulled his cock out of her mouth with a pop and pulled her towards him by the back of her head. He grabbed her by the hair and tipped her head back with one hand while he stroked his shaft with the other. He inched forward and placed the tip of his tool against the lens of her glasses. His strokes were nearly punching her in the nose.

With a grunt a thick rope shot across her forehead and down the part in her hair. He continued to stroke, thick globs of cum oozing out covering the left lens of her glasses and sliding down her cheek.

After sufficiently painting the left side of her face, George stepped away.

"Turn this way! Turn this way!" Richard commanded as he replaced Bernadette's tiny hand with his own. "Now hold 'em up! Hold those titties up!" Bernadette wrapped her hands around and under her incredible breasts, doing as requested and holding them up to be used as cum catchers.

"Come on, baby, give it to me. Cover my tits with cum," Bernadette purred as she looked up at Richard.

'Here it comes! Here it comes! Here it...gggguuuuhhhhh!"

A thin, watery stream of cum shot out of Richard's hose as if he was a fireman trying to put out a wild fire. It hit Bernadette square in the sternum and splattered across her chest. A second, just as powerful stream shot out. Hitting the top of her right breast and shooting up her chest. Another stream spewed forth, landing in her cleaving and quickly streaking through it and down her stomach.

Bernadette took him into her mouth before he could continue his assault on her chest, taking the rest of his spurts down the back of her throat.

When the throbbing of his cock finally subsided, she pulled away and looked into his disbelieving eyes. She slowly, lustfully opened her mouth, revealing the cum she hadn't swallowed. She left it there, letting him admire it. Then she closed her mouth and, with a wicked smile and a twinkle in her eye, swallowed.

There was silence for a moment. The three men looked down at Bernadette and admired their handiwork. The left side of her face and hair was coated with cum. It was dripping off of her cheek and onto her should, running down her arm. Her breasts and stomach looked like someone had poured milk on them, the fluid dripping off of her erect nipples and onto her skirt. Then Richard broke the silence.

"Fuck...me," he said, clearly out of breath.

"Maybe next time," Bernadette cooed as she removed her glasses and licked the cum from them.

The other two men had already tucked their beasts away, which Richard began to do.

Paul spoke up. "I'll never look at cheesecake the same way ever again." The group chuckled.

"Let's get the fuck outta here, we need to hit the road, " George said.

As the men were leaving Paul could be heard saying, "She was way better than that bitch in Bozeman. Think we can take her on the road with us?"

"Hell no!" Richard replied. "If we did that I wouldn't have any dick left, she would have sucked it off, and not in a good way."

****

A little while later met back at the waitress station, where this whole night had started. They were about to settle their bet.

Penny was confident. She knew there was no way Bernadette would be willing to perform the tasks she had performed tonight. This was going to be almost too easy. Bernadette was nervous for the very same reason Penny was confident. She knew Penny was way more of a slut than she could ever dream of being.

"What's that all over your uniform?" Penny asked.

Bernadette was a mess. By the time the guys were done she was covered in cum from the top of her head to the waist of her skirt. Cum had dripped off her chin and tits onto her skirt, staining it terribly. She did her best to clean up but you can only do so much with paper towels and cold water. "Oh. Ummmm. I tripped and spilled gravy everywhere. I mean everywhere," she said sheepishly.

"I'll say," Penny said suspiciously, not totally believing it.

"What's that in your hair?" Bernadette asked, pointing at the side of Penny's hair.

Both Randy and Glenn had left splats of thick, white cum in Penny's hair after they had pulled their rods from her mouth. It looked as if she had too much mousse in spots of her hair.

"What? Oh, that? I ran my fingers through my hair earlier. I must've had something on them," Penny replied.

"Yeah, huh uh," Bernadette said with a crooked grin. "I'll bet you had something on them."

"Whatever," Penny said, dismissing Bernadette's comment. "Let's settle this thing and go home."

The two girls pulled out wads of bills from their aprons. Neither one could believe the amount of amount the other was laying on the table.

Bernadette was the first to count. "20...40...140...200..." She kept counting. Her final tally was $2,540! Even she couldn't believe how much she had. She looked at Penny's shocked face. "Let's see what you've got...bitch," Bernadette said playfully.

Now Penny was nervous. She grabbed a handful of bills. "100...200...300..." Bill after bill fell onto the table. "2,000...2,100...2,200...23, 24, 25...2,520..." She held the last bill. "You have GOT to be kidding me!"

Both girls had a final tally of $2,540!

The girls stood there in stunned silence for several moments. Penny finally broke the silence. "Not bad for one night's work, huh?"

"Not bad at all!" Bernadette paused. "And very...rewarding," she said with a twinkle in her eye.

"I'll say!" Penny agreed. "Well, let's shut this sucker down and blow this popsicle stand."

"Yup." Bernadette looked at Penny and grinned. "Better luck next time...bitch."

Penny looked back at her with a wicked smile. "Better luck next time...slut."
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