My wife Trudy and her friend Sam had been interviewed and offered a trial evening as topless waitresses at a private party.  Uniforms were provided, and on the day, they were both nervous and excited.

Before they set off Trudy told Sam they must be prepared for guests to want touch them -  tits, bums, etc. - and while it was up to them to say no, Trudy felt she would allow touching, but only for a fee.  "How much do you propose?" asked Sam.

"Well, I expect the sort of men at these parties will be well-heeled,  and so for feeling my tits, I will ask £40, and if they want to suck them it will be £80., and only for a minute. Any other requests I will have to decide on the spot. "

"What if I don't like the look of them?"

"You can always find an excuse, fetching something, or so on."

"Promise you will keep an eye on me, I am so nervous."

"I will be close by, and look after you, and CASH UP FRONT of course.  Those uniforms have got pockets to put the money."

Today's event was a lunch rather than an evening dinner, and the girls thought that might mean it would be less rowdy.

Off they went, and I wrote a note and put it in an envelope, sealed it and put it on the coffee table with Trudy's name on it.

The following is how they related what happened.

On arrival Sam and Trudy were greeted by Derek, they had 20 minutes to change and be ready for the lunch.  Today's party consisted of 16 men, from 30 years to 70 years old, and were all members of a guild, and all knew each other.  Two tables were set with 8 on each, and Sam and Trudy would each take a table.

Being a lunch there was no entertainment, just soft background music with Abba well represented.

The menu comprised a starter and a choice of three mains, roast beef, or curry or vegetarian, plus the usual variety of desserts.

The guests were all seated when Derek announced:-

"Remember our prime rule gents, all mobile phones to be switched off, no photos, no calls.  Now please welcome your waitresses for today, Trudy and Samantha."

A round of applause began, which turned into a clamour of clapping, whooping and shouts as soon as the ladies came though the door.

Being February, the heating was on and the room was quite warm, but both ladies nipples were erect and standing out.

Same and Trudy began by taking the guests choices from the menu.  Trudy was halfway finished when the gent she was serving (Gareth) put his left hand on her leg above the knee and moved it up past her stockings.  He soon discovered Trudy was not wearing any panties (she had not mentioned this to Sam, but felt rather naughty so "commando" she was).

He pulled her closer so she had to steady herself putting a hand on the table.  His fingers reached her slit, already quite wet, and he quickly stroked her.

"If you continue, it will cost you £50", and Trudy offered her open hand for the money.

"Maybe later." he replied and withdrew his hand, but licking his fingers, and grinning.

Sam managed to complete her first task as waitress without any groping, but every man commented on her breasts, how lovely they were and a perfect size and shape and so on.  Sam began to feel less nervous.

The girls took their orders to the kitchen,  and said hello to Maisie the chef and her assistants, Glen and Terry.

Next they went round with wine (or beer for a few), with a little banter at every place.

On Sam's table, an older gent introduced himself as Bruce with his son Don sitting next to him.  Most of the guests tried some small talk, not about the weather, but the effect Sam's tits were having on them.

Both ladies were now accustomed to wearing these sexy topless outfits and all these men looking at their tits, but they were less self-conscious and now focused on waitress tasks - taking orders, fetching meals, clearing away. etc.

Lunch progressed through the main course without touching, just banter. Guests enjoyed their meal, the wine and beer making them a little mellow;

desserts came and went, then the gents enjoyed their coffee. 

The first "can I squeeze your tits?" came at Sam's table, "You can, if you put £40 in my hand."  Bruce had made the request and folded notes rapidly appeared in her hand, so she leaned forward and his big hands enveloped her generous breasts, gently squeezing and pinching her hard nipples. "Mmm, those feel so nice Don, you need to have some of this." Same was stood between Bruce and his son, and Bruce pushed Sam towards Don.  "It will cost you another £40." Sam quickly said, so Bruce produced more notes, and soon Don was also enjoying Sam's ample tits.

Sam's table was suddenly a rumble of men fetching money from their wallets, and "Me next!" almost like a mexican wave.

Meanwhile, Trudy was also asked for a feel or two, so notes were put in her hand, but being taller than Sam, she decided it was more comfortable if she sat on the guest's lap while he clutched her breasts.

Her table was quiet, these men glued to the sight of Trudy's pert bust being massaged by one of their friends.  After more than a minute, Trudy stood and asked "Who's next?" and she proceeded two seats further and sat for another pair of hands.

The room became almost silent, Abba gently singing in the background, as Sam and Trudy progressed around their tables, and more and more guests enjoyed the pleasures of their tits, as Derek watched his waitresses more than fulfil their duties.

Eventually, Sam had circled her table and was in front of Bruce once more.

"Well, young lady, I've had a nice feel, so how about a suck?" he asked.

"It's £80 for that please." Sam held out her hand.

"Here's £150, Don you take one tit and I'll have the other."  Before Sam could respond, they were at her bosom, each avidly sucking hard."

Cheers erupted in the room.

Trudy had now serviced her table, but she had not had as many takers as Sam. She was stood at Gareth's place, and he leaned forward and whispered to Trudy, "Is it now OK for me to stroke your pussy?"  Trudy smiled, sat on his lap stretched out her hand, while the other pulled her pussy pelmet back for him. "£50."

Trudy tingled as his fingers found her slit and eased her lips apart, penetrating her, his fat fingers filling her hole.  She bit her lip, she didn't want him to know how much she was enjoying it. Of course Gareth knew Trudy was turned on as she stayed sat there for 5 minutes more.

Sam had now had enough of being sucked and nibbled, so she stood made for the kitchen and counted her collection of notes. £400 - plus her fee from Derek.  Among her money she found a business card from Don, and wondered if she might follow things up at some point.

Bruce crossed the room and stood before Trudy - her legs wide apart and Gareth's hand up her crotch.  "How much for a Blow Job/" he demanded.

"How much are you offering?" was Trudy's return.

"£200".

Trudy removed Gareth's hand and stood, and she loudly addressed the room.

"Is anyone offering more than £200 for a Blow Job, cos I'm only doing one."

"£250" from Sam's table, to which Bruce responded with "£350".

No other offers were made, so Trudy counted Bruce's bunch of notes, and satisfied; she knelt before Bruce and unzipped his flies.

Out came a fat semi-erect cock, and Trudy used her hand to make him fully hard.

Trudy's mouth neared his cock, her red lipsticked lips parted and around his cock pushed down.  Silence in the room, even Abba stopped.

Everyone was now standing as they encircled Bruce as the sexy waitress with pert tits used her mouth to fuck his swollen member.

Four minutes Trudy worked at it, before Bruce grunted, and blew his load into her mouth, she gagged but managed in a couple of gulps to swallow the lot.

Suddenly a burst of applause and much murmuring enveloped the room.

.......

When they arrived home, Geoff was impatient to be told what had occurred.

Trudy began and the story unfolded, but Sam kept interrupting, she was on a high still, and he face was bright with a smile.

Once told, Geoff pointed to the envelope on the coffee table.

Trudy opened it... and read "AT LEAST ONE BLOW JOB".

They all laughed.