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CHAPTER TWO

"This'll be a snap for you, honey," Betty said. "You won't have to tend bar like you've been doing. All you've gotta do is take drink orders, serve drinks, collect their money – and look cute!"

"You make it sound easy," Donna said. "This private room… how private is it?"

Betty smiled. "Just private enough to keep the Liquor Control Board from shutting us down. Nobody goes in unless that hunk at the door knows him."

"Then this private bottle club…"

"You guessed it, honey. It's just a legal way Tony has to keep this joint open after two thirty." Betty finished repairing her make-up in the restroom. "Look, honey. My feet are killing me. Follow me home and I'll fix you a drink and tell you all about it."

It was five-fifteen when Donna parked her car beside Betty's in the lot next to a small apartment building.

Once inside, Betty waved her to the couch, switched on the gas-log fireplace and disappeared into the kitchen, clinking glasses and utensils.

Betty came back with two large Margaritas in frosted glasses, set them on coasters on the cocktail table and collapsed on the couch, sitting close against Donna. She kicked off her shoes.

"What a night," she said. "There can't be two square inches of me that wasn't pinched, caressed, fondled or mauled."

"Then there's more to this job than just serving drinks?"

"Lots more," Betty said. "By the time they've been drinking all night and half the morning, some of these guys don't have much self-control left."

"So what happens?"

"So they grab whatever comes by. If that happens to be little and cute…" She stopped and smiled as she looked down at Donna's figure. "Well, they'll pinch your ass and grab your tits. Some of them will grab other things, but it goes with the job."

Sounds like my kind of bar, thought Donna. I should feel right at home.

"There's one thing," Betty continued. "Some of those guys will think you're overdressed."

Donna looked down at her uniform, then at Betty's clothing. If anything, her own uniform was skimpier than Betty's. They both wore tight-fitting dresses that, now that they were seated, were hiked up over the tops of their stockings and garters, revealing the bare skin of their upper thighs. Both dresses were cut low, sweeping down on their tits, almost to their nipples.

Donna said, "I'm not any more overdressed than you are."

"That's a fact, but some of those guys think I'm overdressed too. They try and relieve me of some of it."

"What's their idea of a well-dressed waitress?" Donna asked.

"Stand up," Betty said. "Start taking it off, honey. I'll tell you when you're dressed just right."

Donna was puzzled, but she reached behind her and drew the zipper down to her ass. She held the dress by the hem and drew it up over her waist, up over her bra, up over her shoulders and off.

Betty sat, looking at her, her face blank.

Donna reached behind her and unhooked her bra. When she drew the straps forward, the cups slipped off her tits, making them jiggle slightly.

Betty smiled but said nothing.

Donna shrugged and slipped her hands into the waistband of her brief panties, peeled them down on her legs, let them fall and stepped out of them.

Betty continued smiling.

When Donna started to unsnap one of her garters, Betty held her hand up.

"Leave them on," she said, "but you're still overdressed."

"This is all I have left."

"I'll show you."

Betty stood, reached behind her, drew the ripper of her dress down with one fluid motion, and peeled the tight garment up and off. She opened the hook on her low-cut bra and shrugged out of it, letting her brown-nippled tits sag slightly. Then she bent and slipped her panties to the floor, stepped out of them and stood before Donna, her feet planted wide.

Her cunt was as bare as a young girl's.

"I had all my cunthair removed when I was still a teenager. Whether you do it that way or shave it off, that's what those guys like, a slick cunt."

"How do they know if it's slick or not?"

"Believe me, honey, they'll know. There's guys that can sneak a feel when you least expect it. Someone will manage to get his hand inside your panties. He'll apologize for it right away and give you a big tip. That's the best part about it, the tips. That's how I bought this furniture?" A sinking feeling settled in Donna's gut. "I don't know, Betty. Is it safe to work there?" Betty's laugh was dry, sarcastic. "I'll put it this way, honey. In the time I've worked there, I've never seen anyone get spread out on a table and raped. You'll get handled plenty, though, but that's life."

Getting handled wasn't all that bad.

"All right, Betty. I'm game!" She looked down at her cunt mound and passed her fingers over the light fuzz down below her cuntlips, where she couldn't see. "How do I get this off?"

"By letting old Betty take over." She pointed to the bedroom door. "Just go in there and strike a pose. I'll be right there."

Donna went to the bedroom, her high heels sinking deep into the carpet at each step. She lay down on the big bed and looked up, startled. Every square inch of the ceiling was covered with large mirrors. The walls were covered as well – everything but the window and two doors.

Betty came in with a steaming pan of water, a washcloth, soap, a can of shaving cream, razor, comb, and scissors. She set the pan on the nightstand and scattered the other things on the bed beside Donna.

Betty spread Donna's thighs wide and pushed them straight out, flat down on the bed. Donna's hair-covered cunt mound swelled high. Her outer cuntlips were spread slightly, just showing the pink flesh of her closed inner pussy lips.

She asked Betty, "What's the comb and scissors for?"

"You're cunthair's so fine, a razor would just mash it down. I'll have to cut it as short as I can with a scissors first, then the razor."

With her legs spread down and flat on the bed, Donna lay under Betty's hands, watching the ceiling mirrors, watching her work. First she combed her cunthair so it stood straight up. Then she slipped the comb into it and used the scissors to trim it down to the thickness of the comb.

Donna watched as Betty washed the soft skin with soap and then sponged it with hot water. She squirted a little of the shaving cream on her fingers and worked it into the remaining hair.

Betty handled the razor with short, gentle strokes.

Finally, there was nothing left except a little cream right around the lips of her cunt. Betty slipped two fingers inside her and held the tender skin straight while she shaved her right up to the edge of her cunt. She rose and knee-walked around on the bed and straddled her shoulders and slipped two fingers back inside her.

All the way from her cunt mound to her asshole, there was nothing but pale pink skin. Betty took the moist side of the washcloth, dipped it in hot water, and wiped away all traces of shaving cream, then patted Donna's tender flesh dry.

Betty smiled while she squeezed the soft flesh together between her hands. She worked her middle finger down into Donna's cunt and then slowly drew it out. She sighed as she lay down on her back, close against Donna, spreading her thighs as well.

"You're sure pretty," Betty said, looking up at the ceiling mirror.

"So are you."

Betty wrinkled her nose slightly. "Maybe a little, but I'm not stacked like you. Look at your tits. They stick straight up. Mine just kind of mash down under their own weight."

Betty was right. Her tits were a little bigger, but they swayed out to the sides and settled down into round masses of flesh. Donna's tits, on the other hand, stood straight up, the dark red nipples pointed and hard.

"Your cunt's nicer than mine too," Betty said. "Give me your hand."

Betty took Donna's hand, bent her middle finger, and worked it into her cuntlips. Betty's flesh was hot and moist as Donna's finger worked past the inner pussylips and deep into her cunt.

"Now take your other hand and stick your finger in your own cunt."

Donna slipped her finger through her own cuntlips and drove it sleep. There was a difference. Her finger in Betty's cunt slipped in easily. Her own cuntflesh gripped her finger and she had to push hard.

She worked her fingers up and down. There was no mistaking it. Her own cunt was tighter. Betty's hips were rolling slightly with her attentions.

"Oh!" Betty moaned, and jerked her ass up off the bed.

Donna drew her fingers out, and Betty's ass settled back down on the bed.

Betty said, "Well, you can't just leave me like this. Let's make it together."

"I never did it with a woman," Donna said. "How do we handle it?"

"We'll eat each other. You have the smaller cunt. We'll keep you on your back with your legs spread flat to help keep you open. I'll get on top."

Betty got up on her knees and straddled Donna's shoulders. As she spread her knees and settled her cunt down on Donna's mouth. Donna slipped her lips inside the outer fold and against Betty's warm inner cunt-lips.

Betty's inner slit parted easily as Donna pushed her tongue inside as far as she could and then curled the tip up and lapped back toward her cuntlips. Then she turned her tongue down and slowly reached pushed forward, just inside Betty's cuntlips.

Betty gasped and jerked her hips down hard when Donna touched her cunt. Donna drew her tongue back and, when Betty stopped quivering, pushed her tongue in again. She jerked down again, harder than before.

Betty's tongue pushed hard against Donna's cuntlips, forcing the inner slit to part, and slowly thrust inside.

Donna jerked when Betty's tongue touched her clit, a quick pulse of heat shot out through her pussy. At the same time, she stuck her tongue out and touched Betty's cunt, and Betty jerked her cunt down.

They tongue-lapped each other again and again, hitting each other's clit at the same time, jerking against each other. Donna's hips rocked up higher with each tongue-stroke as she levered her knees down to thrust her ass up off the bed.

The quick pulses of heat changed to searing waves in Donna's cunt as Betty lapped her clit faster and harder. She matched Betty's tongue strokes in kind.

Then she tensed and arched her body up hard against Betty's face just as Betty went rigid and slammed her cunt down. They stayed together, swallowing puss juice until they stopped quivering. Then Betty turned around and lay close to Donna's side.

"That was nice, Betty. Thanks."

Betty said, "I sure liked doin' it with you. How about you? Did you really like it?"

Donna hesitated while she thought. It was good, but it lacked something. "Well, it was good to come with you. There's something missing though."

"What's that?"

Donna looked straight up at her image in the mirror. "I miss being with a man. I want to be little and cute and handled by a big strong man. Guess that's what I miss most."

"Well, that's something I'm not," Betty said.

She took Donna in her arms and hugged her tightly. Donna closed her eyes and thought of how it would be to have a man hug her like this, to hold her tightly and fondle her and kiss her while she lay cute and cuddly in his arms. She liked men better than women – lots better.