Don’t Forget to tip the Waitress

Don’t Forget to tip the Waitress

She awakened with a start. Everything hurt, and hurt bad. She groaned and rolled over, her wrists and ankles hurt and she rubbed them together, just moving alone hurt, but she had small bruises on her wrists and ankles.
Next she reached down and felt her breasts. They ached, and her nipples were swollen. Then she decided that the sound she was hearing was the pounding of a headache in her brain. She rolled over to the edge of the bed and sat up. Nothing looked familiar.
She had a chalky taste in her mouth and her lips were caked with something that tasted even worse. She decided she was in a hotel room, but didn’t remember renting one, matter of fact she wasn’t sure what her last memory was.
Something about a party, a lame band. Work? Everything was fuzzy. When she put her feet on the floor and started to stand she found they wouldn’t support her and she had to sit back down. The muscles in her legs ached and she felt like she had been doing cheer squad drills all night.
A hand on her vagina confirmed that it too was sore, as was her ass. What did I get myself into last night? She wondered, I don’t think I would have signed up for it if I’d known what today was going to feel like. She sagged back against the mattress, deciding to pace herself, to rest while she tried to decide what to do.
She felt something with her bare shoulder and turned to find a pile of loose twenty, fifty and one hundred dollar bills lying beside her, many of them folded and creased. Sitting up in surprise she blinked and shook away enough of the headache to concentrate on counting the money.
It turned out to be just over five hundred dollars. She lay back down, holding the money, and tried to remember just what had happened last night. Sex was one thing, but just what had happened that she didn’t remember?

“You’re serious?” He asked. “With her? No kidding.”
“No kidding. His brother answered, “With her. I gave a hundred bucks and she said she’d do us both as soon as she got off shift.”
Jim stared at the brunette from across the room, admiring her breasts through her stretched T-shirt. “She has a great ass.”
Jack nodded, “That she does.” He said, setting down his empty glass. “I can’t wait to get a closer look.”

When the club closed the brothers stepped into the restroom just like she had told them to, standing inside the closed stalls up on the toilets while the manager made his sweep looking for stragglers. Once he was satisfied he left the club and she came in, informing them that the last of the customers and wait staff had gone home.
“It’s just us.” She commented blandly, “Where do you want to do it?” Her voice remained unimpressed even as the brothers circled her.
“How about this poker table over here?” Jim asked, pointing to the heavy, circular wooden table.
“Let’s see the rest of the money first.” She dictated, holding her hand out. “I want double the money if the two of you are going to have a go at me.”
Jack shrugged and dug in his pocket, handing her the wad of cash. She took it and counted it carefully, ignoring Jim as he gently took hold of her silk shorts and squeezed her ass.
“It’s all there.” She nodded in satisfaction and stuffed the money into the back pocket of her shorts, continuing to ignore Jim’s advances.