"What can I get you tonight?"
"Mojito"
I walk down the bar and bend over to pull the bottle of rum of the shelf with my back angled toward the customer at the bar. I always wear my short, plaid skirt low on my hips. I'm sure the tattoo on my lower back is in obvious display if she is looking. And I know she is - they almost always are. I mix her drink and walk back to her. My 36C breasts are proudly displayed under the tied below my tits white blouse. My bra, one cup too small for my tits, sexily pushes them up and outward. The cute blonde is smiling as I deliver the Mojito to her.
"Here you go - one Mojito."
"Thanks," as she lifts the tall glass to her lips. "Weren't you my waitress a couple nights ago? I was in here with a cute guy and we sat over there." She swivels and points towards the back of the bar.
I didn't remember the cute guy but I do remember her. She had flirted with me a little bit, though her date didn't seem to notice. I work as a waitress with my room mate Shari. The sports bar is called the "Tilted Kilt" and it's billed as "The Best Looking Sports Pub You've Ever Seen". We wear skimpy little red kilts for skirts and white shirts that barely cover our breasts and show lots of skin. White, knee-high socks cap off the outfit and needless to say, we do get lots of ogling and propositions. The tips can be quite good for the girls with bodies and aren't afraid to show their skin. "Probably was me. I've worked the last three nights - I usually waitress but they asked me to fill in behind the bar tonight."
Her lips formed a little pout at the thought that her flirting hadn't made her memorable to me. She has short, spiky blonde hair and a cute round face. I took note of her gorgeous blue eyes as I handed her the drink. I didn't notice the skin-, low on the hips designer jeans and heels as she walked in the bar and sat on the stool. I could see her perky breasts against her braless blouse, the top three buttons unbuttoned. She definitely was a sexy-looking woman as she sipped her drink.
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