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I hurried over to the first table thankful to have something to do to take my mind off my state of dress. “Good evening, my name is Tina and I will be taking care of you tonight. Can I start you off with some drinks?” And so the first couple of hours passed. It wasn’t so bad. There were a couple of innuendos thrown my way and I constantly felt the burn of lewd stares directed at my ass, crotch, and boobs. Every once in a while someone would squeeze past me and cop an accidental feel but I had some experience avoiding and redirecting the worst of this behavior from my last year waitressing at Eddie Z’s. Around 9 o’clock the mood started to change. Some of the tables were getting more forward and the comments were no longer veiled behind clever innuendos. Table 8 was the worst. It was a group of 6 thirty somethings that were downing drinks at a steady pace. “Can I get you boys another round?” “You are one fine slut aren’t you” one of them slurred at me. I went to take a step back but he corralled me with a long arm around my shoulders and pulled me back to the table. Then he pulled me up onto his lap and said “why don’t you flashing have a seat here while we discuss whether I’ve spent enough in drinks to fuck that hot little honey hole of yours or whether I have to tip you too!” I was to surprised and stunned to speak for a moment but then I recovered and whirled around slapping him in the face as hard as I could and then flailed out of his lap ending up getting caught up in his legs on softcore the bar stool and falling in a pile on the floor. “Bitch!” he yelped Eddie was there in an instant “Tina!” He scolded. “That’s no way to treat our esteemed guest. Bill is a regular and an extremely valued customer!” I looked up at Eddie from the floor “he was molesting me.” “He was just showing his appreciation and stating what we are all thinking about and that is how much we’d like to stuff your slutty little pussy. Bill, to make it up to you maybe you can help me teach Tina a lesson about how we greet guests at the Stuffed Pussy.” With that Eddie dragged me to my feed and over to a carpet covered ceiling column just off to the side of the entrance to the club. “Wha... where are you taking me?” I asked, worried they were going to drag me outside in my underwear and molest me. But they stopped at the column and Eddie turned to Bill and said “think that hook will hold her”. Bill looked at amateur me evilly and said, “not sure what you have in mind but I would sure love to find out.” Eddie said, “hoist her so her ass is level with the hook and you’ll see.” The hook in question was an old 2 pronged coat hook with about 5 inches between prongs and indian about 6 feet off the ground sticking out of the 2 foot diameter ceiling column. Needing no further encouragement, Bill grabbed my arms, pinning them to my sides, and easily lifted my 110 lb frame up half bent over his shoulder until I felt the hook pressing into my bottom. Then I felt Eddie’s hand pull my panties up giving me a hard wedgy and slipping the bunched up waste band above each of my butt cheeks over one of the prongs on the hook. “Ok Bill, you can let her down” Bill backed away and suddenly I was hanging by my panties. I felt the crotch pull painfully tight into my pussy as my bikini bottoms became a thong. I quickly lost my balance with my feet 3 feet off the ground and my head slumped forward. "Ayaheee heeeelp!" I yelled in pain, surprise, and panic as I fell forward. Luckily Bill caught my head and shoulders before they slammed into the pole, holding me up with a solid hand between my breasts. “Hah! Eddie laughed, “see you owe Bill now, he just saved you quite a headache” “Hold on Bill, I can fix that. Hand me her shirt “What no” I shrieked as I flailed my legs wildly trying to get free. “I’m not wearing a bra.” “Perfect” Bill cheered as he easily pulled my top off over my head and handed it to Eddie. There was suddenly a loud chorus of cheers and whistles and I realized that the whole bar had surrounded the column to get a better view of my humiliating situation. On the other side sat geography class, where the one who didn’t dare look people in the eye was the teacher, flashing of all people. "Yes," he replied. Please fuck me! I need your cock and I need it now. I will die knowing that the bandits are to be flushed out of the Moravian slums”. As if controlled himself he looked up at his daughter. What will happen next? He suddenly stood up, picked up a short, stiff riding crop and SMACK! Then I pulled away and got myself down between her legs and started licking off her rapidly drying legs. And what’s this?” Telling the story was getting him aroused again. I felt a twinge of guilt knowing Molly thought she knew indian where this was coming from, and how softcore real that part of me really was. He pressed it tightly and I would soon be welcomed by my greatest and dearest friend. Futa-cum amateur leaked out of my asshole and ran down my taint to my bush. Basketball just seems so trivial right now. Laura obediently began to lick, once again enjoying the sweet artificial flavors Candy had applied to her twat, and continued until Candy shuddered and moaned and orgasmed.