Service With A Smile

Jessa works the floor at the kind of bar that charges just to sit down. Her uniform barely counts as one. Every button of the shirt is open. The skirt rides high enough to show the crease where ass meets thigh. She moves between tables with practiced grace, taking orders, topping off glasses, bending just enough to keep interest high. Two men from out of town have been watching since she brought their first round. Markus and Mick sit shoulder to shoulder, suits sharp, eyes darker. They order another bottle and she stays longer. Conversation drops low. Laughter stays quiet. She leans in when they speak, and their hands find her hip, then her thigh, then higher. She doesn’t pull away. They pay the tab in cash. She follows them to the back corridor. A private door opens into a dim room with a low couch. Jessa steps inside. Markus closes the door. Mick’s hands are already on her breasts, pushing the shirt off her shoulders. She sinks to her knees. Two thick cocks come out at once. She takes Mick first, tongue flat, mouth open wide. Spit runs down her chin. She switches to Markus, lips stretched tight, throat working. Her tits swing free and heavy, nipples hard. Markus pulls her up, bends her over the arm of the couch. He spreads her ass, licks once, then pushes his cock straight into her hole. She gasps, then pushes back. Mick steps in front of her face. She sucks him clean between strokes, then takes him again after Markus pulls out. Ass to mouth, back and forth, saliva stringing between her lips and the cocks. Her tits slap against the leather. Markus grips her waist and drives deeper. Mick holds her hair. She keeps her mouth open, eyes wet, taking whatever they give her until both men finish across her face and tits. She licks the mess off her lips, breathing hard, smiling like she just served the best table of the night.