Fucking Pay Me: Some Customers Learn Better After ♕

They Didn’t Listen, but He Did

A couple of years ago I worked as a server at a hip Portland bar. Fucking pay me and I will work. It was a huge success. Typically this place had artisanal infused vodka martinis for $25 and up. Back then the cucumber jalapeno vodka martini was my favorite. One busy night, I had a table of suited bros. First, they were short and rude to me. Then they made a huge mess. Finally, the group left without paying the bill and tipping. I was mad. This was a waste of my time. Don’t they know I am a smoking hot pussy? Not very clever.

Understandably, I could have made real money serving another table of paying customers. I shouted after them in the loud bar, “Fucking pay me!” Only one of the group seemed to hear. He turned around.

While he made his way back to the table, I watched. First, he apologized. He thought his asshole friend paid. Briefly, I looked him up and down as I took his credit card. Nice watch, expensive shoes- just as I thought. He thanked me and apologized again, slipping me six $100 bills. Oh. Ok. I had a bigger tip last week from a powerful man. You might know him. Anyway.

Fucking Pay Me

Later I found out his name was Thomas. How prissy. Thomas returned when the bar was about to close and asked if he could buy me a burrito at the food cart down the street. Anyway, his friends were dicks and he was cute and paid. But also, meh. Regardless, the offer was good. Fucking pay me. I told him to get me a chicken burrito and meet me around the back in half an hour.

As much as I like paying my own way, food always tastes better when someone picks up what you want, pays for it, and brings it to you with hot sauce right after your busy shift. Like I said, bro fucking pay me and we can see. Thus we sat on the picnic table at the back. He wasn’t eating. I asked why.

“I want to eat you”

In fact, Thomas loves to eat hard-working pussy outside. Naturally, I took another couple of bites and thought about it. In the end, bro fucking paid. I remember steaming up his glasses and he took them off and put them in his button-up shirt pocket. Thomas is a good boy. He ate me and I came right there in the dark alley at four in the morning.

After that, I kept telling Thomas, bro fucking pay me for a couple good weeks. He was also into feet. In fact, I noticed that the first night, when he sucked my toes and I came hard.

Want to suck my juicy pussy or toes? Ready to fucking pay me? You are ready. Don’t wait. Call me.