Ruby’s New Life Part 2

When we arrived at the bar, my heart was racing and I was dripping wet again. The sensation of both holes being filled was something I had never experienced and I couldn’t decide whether I liked it or not. Grandpa had me clean the dildo when I got out but I was left to show off my wetness as we walked inside.

Grandpa greeted the bartender and told him I was reporting for a shift. The bartender looked me over, pausing at my crotch.

“The guys will love her.” They filled out paperwork while I surveyed my surroundings. The bar seemed what would be typical, though I’d never been in a bar at 18. Tables, barstools, everything was black and stainless steel. Then I saw the cages. Huge, tall, black birdcages suspended from the ceiling along one wall. There were five of them, each one with a hairless naked girl inside, covered in oil, rubbing her body and twisting and writhing. I blushed, praying that this would not be what I had to do tonight.

“Get behind the bar and get your instructions. I’ll be back in two hours to pick you up.” Grandpa left me there to fend for myself at my first job.

The bartender introduced me to two other girls, waitresses, who were dressed in revealing clothing and told them to show me the ropes.

The first girl had red hair and was muscular and fit, her breasts were huge and stuck out like headlights. Fake, she told me. “I’m Amber. This is Katie.” She gestured toward the curvy girl next to her with black hair and dark eyeliner. Katie was in a black vinyl cat suit, her nipples poking through and a slit of fabric missing from her crotch.

“I’m Ruby.”

“Student, right?” Amber eyed me up and down.

“Yes. I start in the fall.”

“The guys will love the hair. You allowed to keep it until school starts?”

I shrugged, “I’m not sure.”

“Well listen, we don’t make the drinks, we just serve them.” Katie handed me a notepad, “Write the orders down, put the table number at the bottom and bring them to the bar.” She pointed to a table map on the wall, “You get tables 1 through 6. Keep ‘em happy.”

Amber came behind me and reached over my head, clasping a 1” steel collar around my neck with a white heart dangling from the front. I flinched before I knew what was happening. “Easy, newbie. This will just remind the guys that you’re a student and the rules are different. They can’t take as many liberties with a student.”

“Liberties?” I felt naïve not knowing what to expect.

“You’ll see. Now, be friendly, introduce yourself to each table and ask how you can serve them tonight. You’ll get rude comments, just smile and wink. I know you’re new at this, but be flirty. If you act like a prude, they’ll lose interest and leave sooner. If you’re friendly and accommodating, they’ll stay longer and drink more. Get it?”

“I think so.”

Katie handed me a shot glass with liquid in it, “Drink this. One an hour. It will loosen you up a bit.”

I smelled it and went in for a sip, but Amber interrupted me, “Just pour it down your throat and swallow, love. Tequila isn’t for sipping.”

I poured all of the liquid into my mouth and took it in one swallow. Everything burned and I felt like gagging.

The girls laughed, patted me on the back and went to their tables to take orders. I waited for the burning to subside and looked at the table chart. I looked out into the bar and noticed one of my tables had a group of men just sitting down. They all looked near my Grandpa’s age.

I took a deep breath and walked to the table, smiling. “Hello, I’m Ruby, I’ll be your waitress. How can I serve you this evening?” It seemed like my best Brothel Madame interpretation.

One of the old men looked up from his menu and eyed me up and down, “A fresh, young student.” The other men ogled me in unison, all eyes on my pubic hair. One man reached out to run a finger through the hair and I managed to avoid flinching and jerking back as he tickled the tuft.

“I’ll have a number six and a light beer.” I scribbled quickly, remembering the man’s face.

The other men ordered and I thanked them and headed for the bar. As I walked away, I heard the comments about my ‘fresh young ass’ and something about my ‘tits’. I felt embarrassed and self-conscious. I gave the bartender the order and found Amber by the table chart, arranging a tray of drinks.

“Amber, um … are they allowed to touch us?” I had heard rumors about strip clubs and the strict rules about no touching before. Wasn’t this a strip club?

“Honey, they can do whatever they want to you, and you better let them. If you don’t, you’ll get reported.”

“Oh.”

“Don’t worry, students are off limits in a lot of areas. They’ll keep it pretty innocent. But watch Katie and I, because when you’re out of school and married … the rules change.” I looked at her collar and saw a black heart staring back at me.

“What does the black heart mean?”

“It means I have no restrictions.”

“Restrictions?” I felt like a child asking these questions, but this town was like a whole new world.

“Weren’t you raised in the lifestyle?”

“My mother left when I was little, and my father didn’t tell me about his lifestyle until …”

“Your husband will give you whatever color heart he wants you to wear. It depends on their kink and their possessiveness. I’ve known some wives who never lose the white heart. If you have a steel heart, no one is allowed to even touch you.”

“Oh.” We were again reduced to possessions. I was beginning to understand why my mother wouldn’t have wanted her daughter raised like this.

When the old men were finished eating, they finished their beers and called me over to settle their tabs. I did a lot of smiling and ‘Yes, Sir’ing and collected their payments.

When I returned to the table with everyone’s receipt they all yelled, “Tips, boys!” as if they were reminding each other not to be rude.

One man with a beard rubbed my clit for about 30 seconds, another sucked one of my nipples and gave it a little bite, my anal plug was pulled out and pushed back in a few times, more clit rubbing and an open-mouthed kiss.

By the time I had collected my ‘tips’ and headed back to the bar, I was turned on and ready to beg anyone to fuck me.