A drink was put in my
hand, no one asked what I wanted, I was a mere male and therefore in this
female dominated world brainless useful for only one thing.
The girls talked
about girly things like rugby whilst I stood submissively by my date, her hand
resting on my bottom showing her ownership of me.
After a while I spied
and empty chair and suggested that I go and sit down. In my ultra high heels
standing in one position with my feet close together was beginning to make my
feet ache a little.
I sat down, smoothing
my skirt beneath me as far as it would. It was quite short.
I sat submissively
knees tightly together.
The women towered
above me, my date absently draping her hand over my breast and almost absently
caressed my nipple. Another exercise in ownership.
The bar was becoming
more and more crowded, mainly with female customers.
The bar staff were
being harassed all the time by the aggressive females.
One very pretty boy I
knew had had his skirt tucked in his panties and was constantly being groped
and pinched. I could clearly see his poor bottom covered in red marks and his
stockings had been laddered.
Bar staff had to look
perfect all the time and he would be disciplined by the bar manager for having
laddered stockings. He would probably receive an over the knee spanking which
would add to the pain that had already been inflicted on him.
At least I wasn’t
working all I had to do was look pretty.
The evening wore on
and my date and her friends became more and more merry.
There were six of
them and they decided they would go back to my date’s house and continue the
evening playing poker,
“Great.” I thought.
“Even more boredom.
We piled in to the
cars and drove off.
On the way my date
slid his hand up my nylon clad thigh.
“You’ll look after
the catering babe won’t you.”
“Of course I will
honey.” I replied inwardly seething.
My one night off and
I was going to become a waitress for a group of drunken women, no different to
every other night of the week.
We arrived at her
house and I busied myself pouring drinks for the women and preparing and
serving little snacks.
The fact that they
were there to serve made me realise that the way the evening had gone had been
planned.
The women got rowdier
and rowdier.
“I think our little
waitress has got too many clothes on.” One of them said laughing.
The others all agreed
and my date by now much the worse for wear whispered. “Get the dress off they
only want a bit of fun.”
