"And what will you have, sir?" Chloe stood ramrod straight with elbows and shoulders back, holding up a tray up to serve one side of the circle of admirers that had formed around her and having a hard time keeping the ribbon covering her nipples. Most of the women and couples had cleared out, some taking offense at the little slut walking around brazenly with her piercings tinkling, some feeling out of place in conversations increasingly focused on the fine qualities of the busty serving girl with no bottoms.
Chloe had brought drinks back to Steve and his friends to find that a tall, elegant brunette in a pricey black evening gown had joined the group and that Steve's hand was on her waist. Steve had asked Chloe to make herself useful and go around serving drinks, which had been pretty disconcerting. Was this how the man usually treated his dates? What kind of guy takes a girl out, ditches her for someone else and then starts treating her like a waitress? Chloe picked a large number to count down from and reminded herself of her promise to Arthur that she would make sure his friend had a good time. Arthur had made it clear that it was very important that she do so. Chloe was turning to leave when the woman mentioned something to Steve about confidentiality.
"Oh, yes, that's a good point. She hasn't signed an agreement," he had stopped to think for a second, "Martin, do you have those ear plugs on you from your flight? I think we're going to need Chloe to wear them. You see, Chloe, this crowd has come here to talk business and they all have agreements with each other not to spill the beans on any secrets they hear, but you don't. So you're kind of a risk if they're getting drunk and that might make some people uncomfortable. Thanks, Martin."
Steve moved towards her and carefully pushed the ear plugs into her ears, drowning out all the noise. The guys had taken their drinks and the lady reached up to get hers, stopping to casually stroke the bottom of her breast and trace a nipple ring through the thin white lace. Chloe saw her say something to the small group, but she couldn't hear a thing. She saw everyone laugh, looking at her, and their attention turned to something else. Chloe wanted to cry. She had gotten to like all the sexual playing around and being admired, but these guys were acting like she was a joke. She felt like a doormat. And the earplugs felt warm and sticky; Mr. Aranowsky's fat friend had been wearing them for hours and now she was, and they hadn't even been cleaned.
She couldn't hear anything and her eyes were getting blurry with tears of shame. With the tray in her hands and having to keep her arms back for her top to stay on she couldn't even wipe her eyes. Everyone could see the big earplugs sticking out of her earholes. She worked to compose herself, realizing it was kind of ridiculous to be worried about covering her tits when everyone could see her pussy. The brunette noticed she was still standing next to them and brushed her away. Mr. Aranowsky didn't even acknowledge her and kept talking to his friends. Chloe turned and went back to the bar. With the earplugs in she felt isolated in her body and her clit chains were calling her attention even more.
As ordered, she went back to the bar to pick up some drinks. She held up the tray to the bartender and nodded towards her former date; the bartender smiled and loaded her up, copping a feel of naked tit when the tray was full. As she circulated, she noticed that the crowd was increasingly male and increasingly loud. They were getting bold, too.
At first the occasional hands traced her butt or her back chain, then they started touching her boobs, mostly from behind. Chloe didn't do anything. She was lost in herself, seeing men grow loud and feeling the hands and fingers, getting hornier. She relaxed and forgot about Mr. Aranowsky and her earlier humiliation. She moved from group to group asking if anyone wanted drinks, but she had no idea what came out of their mouth. They would smile back at her and say things to each other and laugh. She couldn't hear, but it was clear that the guests were getting louder and drunker and having a good time.
One of the few women upended a tall mojito onto her little top, making the tin lace completely transparent. Someone slid an ice cube between her top, wedging it over her left nipple, doubling her over in shock. But she did not let go of the tray. It was strange having her hands full, not being able to do anything about what anyone did to her. She was powerless among strangers, but she wasn't afraid. She was at their service, but they were the ones who wanted her, and their lust had her very wet.
Her clit chains working like little lures took an oddly long time to get any attention. She moved into one group and a short, fat man, ignored her offer for a drink and let his hands trace down her abdomen to toy with the little chains, making her squirm to keep her legs together. The fat man looked up to his friend and said something that made them all laugh. He slid a finger in her pussy and Chloe almost came, watching them laugh louder. Fat man pulled out and ran his finger over her lips, watching her mouth part to let it in. She sucked on it almost by reflex.
This must have been some kind of signal. The next thing she knew, a pair of hands were kneading her butt cheeks apart, then twisting her butt plug. Chloe wanted to forget about her pussy's soreness. All the sights and touching was getting to her. Fat man moved fingers down to her pussy as her friend played with her plug. She parted her legs, still holding the tray. The ice in her top melted quickly.
