“Aaahhh…. Fuck… that’s ahhhhhh.” Melanie moaned at the rough handling her chest was receiving but made no attempt to stop Stephen from molesting her.
“Come on Steve, don’t hog her, we all want a go.” Arthur said guiding the compliant waitress across onto his lap, kissing her as he took his turn to fondle her breasts.
Next to him Amy smiled and watched the other girl as she pulled away after a minute or two and moved to take a turn perching on John’s lap, allowing him to take the same liberties his two associates had.
Finally, she moved on to James, grinning broadly she planted herself on him and slid an arm around his neck.
“How am I doing?” She whispered, running her fingers through his hair.
“Err… great, keep it up.” He glanced nervously across at Amy who stared back at him frowning.
However, before she could make a comment John made her gasp when he reached across and eased her dress down, slipping both his hands around her to cup her breasts.
“Shit…..”
Watching the blonde James reached for the brunette’s sizeable assets, rolling a nipple between his thumb and finger making her squirm and sigh contentedly.
“That feels so good.” She cooed softly, wriggling on his lap.
“They certainly do.” James grinned continuing to play with her tits.
“My number.” Putting her lips close to his ear the waitress whispered softly and pressed a scrap of paper into his hand.
“I better go and get the starters.” Melanie continued a minute or two later, wriggling out of his arms and, buttoning her shirt, heading to the kitchen.
While she was away Amy took over from her, moving around the table from John to Arthur and then to Stephen. Kissing each of them passionately and letting them freely manhandle her tits again.
She was back on John’s lap when Melanie returned five minutes later with the first course. Serving each of them she resumed her other duties, starting with Stephen and, just as she had before, allowing the three executives and James to kiss and grope her.
Her only objection to what they were doing came when Stephen shoved his hand up her skirt trying to get at her pussy.
“No, not there.” She told him firmly grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand away before getting up.
Arthur laughed, pulling her onto his lap, “Come over here then sweetie.”
Amy played her part as well, joining in with their waitress, and, leaving her tits out, the pair of them teasing the three businessmen unmercifully.
The three men clearly understood that Amy had been employed by James to entertain them. Although they were gentlemen enough not to actually mention it they certainly didn’t behave like gentlemen when it came to what they wanted her to do.
James firmly believed that an educated man could tell the difference between a tired and disinterested professional whore and a slut who fucked for a bit of spending money when the occasion called for it. It was the reason he had picked the blonde.
It was admittedly a fine line, but Amy was as fresh as they came and he had chosen her with care so that when the men finally got down to business with her the experience they had would be quite authentic, even though no money would have changed hands.
Melanie on the other hand had been a surprise and welcome addition to the evening’s entertainment for him.
Whereas Amy was seen as the professional their waitress was an amateur. A pretty girl earning a few hundred pounds to keep the party going over their meal and a real bonus for him.
With Amy and Mel around, James’ job at dinner was fairly simple, all he had to do was enjoy his food and make sure everyone had plenty to drink. While he did that the two girls held all three men’s attention openly flirting with them, sitting on their lap’s and letting the businessmen freely grope their breasts.
The entire back room in the restaurant had been booked by James to avoid any prying eyes, and now their waitress had been paid to help keep the three executives entertained while they were at the table.
The dinner had turned out even better than he had hoped.
By the time the meal was over both the girls were clearly aroused, looking flushed and breathing heavily; Melanie on Stephen’s lap while Amy sat on John’s.
“Perhaps we should get back to the limo?” James suggested.
“Would you like us to treat you girls to something?” John asked the two women before they rose from the table, groping Amy’s chest while his eyes stayed glued to Melanie’s pretty face.
The waitress gave a sexy little giggle, “Well, I do need a new outfit.”
She stretched out one of her long slender legs, letting the men see the stiletto heels she had on, “And I really would like a nice pair of shoes, one’s that cost a lot of money.”
“Can we buy those for her?” John looked questioningly at James.
“I can arrange it. Sure.” He nodded.
“And what about you young lady?” He turned his attention back to Amy.
“Maybe some sexy underwear would be nice.” She snuggled into him and kissed his cheek.
“I’m sure we can find something you’ll like.” John smiled his fingers still pinching Amy’s sensitive nipples, “So now that’s sorted are you going to be nice to us?”
“Uh-huh,” Amy bit her bottom lip and nodded cutely, “and there are some really nice shoes I like too.”
“I’m sure we can get you everything you want.” Arthur grinned.
Smiling cheekily Amy stood up and reached down to lift up the back of her dress, exposing her firm young rear to everyone sitting around the table. The black thong she wore was really nothing more than three strings tied at the base of her spine with a small heart shaped silver loop.
“Fucking hell. Will you look at that arse!” Stephen exclaimed, his fingers toying with Melanie’s chest, as they all admired the blonde’s firm round backside.
“Absolutely perfect.” John smirked letting his fingers caress gently across her rump and down between her stockinged thighs.
“Oh fuck!” Amy’s head snapped up, her eyes wide as she groaned, his thick gnarled fingers tracing along the material and caressing her already damp slit.
“What about me?” Melanie pouted, still perched on Stephen’s lap.
“What about you? You’re getting a new outfit remember.” Arthur responded a little more curtly than he intended.
“And shoes?” She asked.
He snorted, “Yeah, and shoes.”
“Why don’t you come along with us?” Stephen added to the server, still mauling her tits relentlessly as he spoke.
“I… I can’t. I mean I’m not…” The waitress stammered, clearly considering the suggestion.
“We’ll take care of you.” Arthur added quickly, “You might even enjoy it.”
“I… I have a… a boyfriend.” She blushed, watching John, the oldest of the three businessmen running his hands over Amy’s exposed rear, “And I’m not like… well I’m not a….”
“A whore?” Arthur grinned.
“I think you’ve shocked her!” John chuckled, smirking at the young waitress, whose face was now flushed red in embarrassment at what his colleague had said.
“I’ve got an idea,” Stephen said looking around the table, then, turning to the waitress, he asked, “What was your name again darling?”
“Melanie… Mel.” The brunette answered demurely.
“Melanie.” Stephen continued with a knowing leer, “I’ll give you a thousand pounds right now, cash, if you go over there and make out with Amy.”
John looked up sharply, still pressing his hand up between the blonde’s stockinged thighs, and laughed, “How come you always have the best ideas Steve.”
“Maybe it’s because he’s such a pervert.” Arthur responded.
Melanie stood up clearly unable to decide, unsure exactly what to do about the unfamiliar situation she now found herself in. A thousand pounds was a lot of money to her but she wasn’t a lesbian and the idea of putting on a show for these lecherous old men, despite everything she had already done, was daunting to say the least.
As she considered what to do Amy stepped away from John’s teasing fingers and, holding her dress up, started to gyrate seductively, dancing for the men.
“A…. a thousand pounds? To just make out with her?” The waitress murmured softly looking hesitantly at Amy, “That’s insane.”
“What have you done to the girl Stephen.” Arthur said with a laugh watching the young brunette as she deliberated over what to do.
Meanwhile, the company lawyer began taking fifty-pound notes out of his wallet and laying them on the table, counting them as he did so.
“Nine hundred, nine hundred and fifty, one thousand. There! It’s right there sweetheart. It’s here on the table to prove that I’m not a liar. All you have to do is just make out with her for a bit and the money’s yours.”
“Are you willing to do it!” John encouraged the blonde, reaching forward trying to touch Amy’s backside again.
She giggled and teasingly moved further away out of his grasp, looking apprehensively across at the other girl, continuing to move her hips enticingly.
Biting her bottom lip Melanie stared hesitantly across at Amy, her face now completely red with embarrassment, as she tried to come to a decision.
“O… o… okay.” She whispered, “I’ll do it.”
Her morals weren’t strong enough to resist the lure of a thousand pounds, and, as she moved towards Amy, she grabbed the stack of money off the table.
“Good girl.” Seeing her acceptance Stephen cheered enthusiastically for the spectacle he was about to witness, “You go for it!”
Watching Melanie pick up the cash Amy stood upright, letting her dress slip back down so it covered her thighs. For a moment the two women, their breasts still bared, just gazed at each other, both breathing heavily as silence descended over the private room and even James held his breath, transfixed by what was about to happen.
Melanie reached for Amy first, her hands going about the other girl’s neck as she pulled her towards her, their lips lightly brushing and for a second James thought Amy wasn’t going to respond. Then, the blonde opened her mouth and accepted the other girl’s tongue while letting her own arms slip around the brunette pressing her in tighter to her.
“Oh fuck.” The waitress moaned into the other girl’s mouth.
Both of them had their eyes closed as they sucked and dragged on each other’s tongues. There wasn’t a millimetre of space between the two female bodies as the kiss deepened, their breasts crushed together, Melanie’s much bigger tits overwhelming Amy’s firm but modest mounds.
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