Chapter 18: Two Sluts Submit for the Tip

Clara felt inspired by the viciousness and pettiness of her fellow students to take so much effort to fake every one of her bogus tweets. They had no problem tearing down whomever she tweeted about. But what would they do if she didn’t tweet about anyone?

Who would they go after then? How would it play out?

Clara decided on a test. She would tweet something generic. Not targeting any particular student. Just a situation that any student could find themselves in. She had no idea who they would bully with their fakes, but she was so interested in trying.

She got such a rush destroying all those lives. Her fingers went to work on her next masterpiece.

“Did you know the cafeteria started using school girls as waitresses? Rumor has it they’ll do anything or anyone for the promise of a good tip! #desperateforcash #submitforthetip #ass4cash”

Kenzie

Amber and I were heading to the cafeteria to start our shift working in the kitchen. We didn’t get full scholarships. We needed a way to cover our food and books. Working in the kitchen was that path. The school hired students, paying them basically in credit. If I worked enough hours in the kitchen a week, I would have my meals paid for. If I picked up enough shifts in a semester, I’d pay for my books.

It sucked. Washing pots and pans weren’t the glamorous jobs that I thought I would have, but it was something. It built character, or so I liked to tell Amber when we were soaked with greasy water and both bemoaning our loss in life.

I’d met Amber on the job, and we’d bonded. The curvy brunette had a killer figure and a great attitude. She could make it big on OnlyFans, but she didn’t want to be a whore. She wanted to make her money the honest way, with honest work. She inspired me. My B-cups didn’t rival her massive F’s, but the temptation of an easy buck posting nudes on OnlyFans was a siren lure these days.

We reached the kitchen and swept in past the cook, Ms. Glass. She smiled at us, her round face ruddy from the heat. She wore a hairnet that was the reason neither Amber nor I could style our hair. Just simple ponytails for us.

We changed into our clothes. Old pairs of jeans and faded t-shirts that we wore heavy aprons over. We pulled on our hairnet. We didn’t work with the food, but we did do the dishes. And there were a lot of them. They were already piling up.

We clocked on. “Well,” I said to Amber. “You ready.”

“Sure am, Kenzie!” she said, her hazel eyes sparkling. “Let’s get in there and wash—”

DING!

“—and make some tips!” Amber shouted.

Like me, she was wearing the school’s new waitress uniforms. They decided to turn one of the smaller cafeterias into a classy restaurant complete with waitresses in black skirts, knee-high, white socks, and white blouses that stretched over our bodies. Amber’s big boobs really jiggled in hers. We wore our hairs back in elegant and simple ponytails, our order books in hand.

“Remember girls,” the cook said. Ms. Glass gave us a stern look. “You need to do whatever the customer wants if you want those tips.”

“We will,” I said, so desperate for cash. Why, I would do something even a little naughty. Maybe bend over and let the customer think he could see some panties. I might even let him see those virginal, schoolgirl delights I had on beneath. I was desperate for cash. College was so expensive.

I might even trade ass for cash.

That thought made my cheeks burn.

“Let’s do this, Kenzie,” Amber said, hooking my arm. “Let’s go get some big, fat tips.”

“Right,” I said, my cheeks on fire. Ass for cash ... It was so catchy. It echoed in my mind. I had resisted the siren lure of OnlyFans, but a private show ... No record...

I shook my head and marched out of the kitchen with my friend. We had a swift beat to our stride as we rushed out to begin our shift. My heart hammered in my chest. This had to go perfectly. I flexed my fingers and found an empty cafeteria.

“How we were supposed to make money if there was no one here, Kenzie?” Amber whined, speaking my fears allowed.

“Don’t stress,” I told her. “Someone’s going to come. You’ll see. We just have to stay positive. It’s early. The dinner rush will start in another hour, so we—”

The doors opened and a guy walked in. I didn’t know him. There were a lot of guys at this school I didn’t know. Some were legends, like Pete the Nerd who’d bred the entire volleyball team, or NamE the Quarterback who bred both his little sisters. The school was weird. A pervy security guard came on girls’ faces, Mrs. Daniels’s was gangbanged by her male students if they aced her tests, and one of the sororities auctioned off its members as sex slaves for a secret charity auction.

Clara’s tweets, @realtweets, broke so many scandals. She would post every few weeks and reveal something else pervy going on. Like the cam-girls the school employed.

“Listen, let’s both go help him out and get some practice,” I said to Amber. “Get ready.”

Amber nodded.

We both rushed to him as he sat down at a table. He glanced up at us and smiled. No doubt our knee-high socks and black skirts were attracting his attention, along with the bounce of Amber’s big boobs. Ooh, I wish I had F’s instead of B’s.

“Welcome, welcome,” I said as I stopped before him. “I’m Kenzie, and this is Amber.”

“We’re your waitresses tonight,” Amber added. “And we’ll do anything to make sure you have a wonderful dining experience.” That breathy “anything” made me shiver. It was too much. If he was pervy.

“Cool,” the guy said, glancing at us. Then he glanced at his phone. He was on Twitter. He smiled again. “She’s never wrong.”

“Who’s never wrong?” I asked. “Did Clara post something?”

He put away his phone. “I’ll have a large glass of coke. No ice.”

“Coming right up,” we both said together and hurried off.

My pussy had a tingle. Something about the guy’s eyes made me feel all itchy. He was definitely lusting for us. That was a good thing. We were bound to get a big tip. Guys loved tipping girls who were friendly and flirty.

“We should keep up teasing him,” I said. “Be ready to do something a little risque. We need his tip.”

“Is he a big spender?” asked Amber as she grabbed a cup and pushed down on the soda fountain. Coke gushed in, syrup and water swirling together, mixing as it came out of the nozzle.

“We have to hope he is,” I said. “Anything for a tip.”

“Submit for the tip,” whispered Amber.

I liked that. Submit for the tip. Ass for cash. My body tingled.

I took the glass and she grabbed a straw in a paper wrapping. We rushed back to his table. He smiled at us, his eyes definitely appreciating the bounce of Amber’s tits. I thrust the glass at him. Amber the straw. He took the glass and then started gulping it down.

I mean he chugged it. My jaw dropped as I watched his Adam’s apple work. In moments, he had drained the huge amount of soda. I couldn’t believe it. He let out a refreshing sigh, a big smile on his lips. He nodded.

“Perfect,” he said. “So, the two of you are working one table?”

“Well, you’re the only one here,” I said.

“And we both want the tip,” Amber said and gave him a flirty wink.

He nodded. “So you’ll do anything for that tip, right.” His smile grew. “Say ... kiss.”

I turned to Amber and didn’t hesitate to throw an arm around her neck, pull her close, and plant a kiss on her lips. The waxy feel of our lipstick worked together as we both groaned. Her breasts pressed into mine. I felt their full weight, a naughty tingle rippling through me.

The customer watched with hungry eyes as our tongues thrust into the other’s mouth. We moaned louder and louder as we frenched each other. I couldn’t believe it, but we had to submit for that tip. He wanted to get a cheap thrill.

It cost us nothing and might gain us the money we needed.

“Perfect,” he said when we broke the kiss, both of us panting. My cheeks burned while my pussy simmered. He then thrust the glass back at me. “Another!”

“Sure,” I said and took it and rushed to the dispenser and filled him his drink while Amber stayed behind to flirt. My cheeks cooled while I licked my lips. It wasn’t a bad kiss at all.

To my shock, he downed his second glass of soda like the first one. He just gulped it down, his throat working. I gave Amber a shocked look. She just shrugged. It wasn’t our place to judge. Good waitresses did whatever their customers wanted.

When he finished, he slammed his glass down and let out a long groan. Then he glanced at us, his eyes flicking up and down our bodies. His smile grew even broader. He licked his lips while my breathing quickened.

“Let’s see those tits,” he said. “Both of you. I want to see bare, naked tits right now.”

“Yes, sir,” both Amber and I said together, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. I grabbed the front of my tight blouse and lifted it as Amber did the same. I exposed my b-cup tits in my red bra, my heart hammering in my chest.

He said bra, too.

I swallowed and then pushed up my bra. Right here in the small cafeteria, I was exposing my breasts. The cups slid over my boobs and then they bounced out. I groaned, knowing my nipples were so hard.

Amber’s boobs jiggled out the corner of my eye. They were big and plump, her nipples twice as fast as mine. The customer smiled. He leaned back in his chair, his empty glass of soda, no ice, in his hand as he looked us over.

“You really will do anything for a tip,” he said.

My cheeks burned. “Not a tip, just to make you happy.”

“We’re here to serve you,” Amber added. “It’s the service industry, after all. Not the handout industry. But ... If you wanted to remunerate us for going the extra mile, we wouldn’t say no.”

I definitely wouldn’t say no. I needed the money and didn’t want to try OnlyFans. This waitressing gig had to work out. I needed to trade ass for cash. Anything for the tip. The words echoed in my mind. It was such a soothing idea.

“Okay, okay, those are some Grade-A tits,” he said. “You can put them away before anyone else gets to see my delight.”

“Thank you, sir” I groaned, so glad to shove my bra back over my tits. I adjusted my cups and straps before pulling down my top. “So, are you ready to order now?”

“I think I know what I want, but...” He held up his glass. “Refill?”

Amber took it with a smile, her boobs back in their boulder holsters. She turned and hurried off, her skirt swirling about her ass. The customer checked her out and then glanced back at me. I hoped he wasn’t disappointed that I wasn’t as ... ample as her.

“So,” he said, a smile spreading on his lips. “You’re quite the friendly girl, aren’t you?”

“I just want to make you happy,” I said. “That’s all. I’m just thankful for the opportunity to serve you.”

“Of course, of course,” he said. “I’m thrilled to give it to you.” He licked his lips. “Ah, and here is my drink.”

“You must have quite a thirst,” I said.

“True,” he said and took the soda. “There’s only one problem with soda.”

“Oh?” I asked but he was already drinking it.

Amber stood beside me, the pair of us watching in awe. How much could he drink? Wasn’t he worried about going into a diabetic coma? He kept gulping it down, his Adam’s apple working. I was so impressed that he could do this.

He sat down the cup and let out another refreshing sigh. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes closed. A smile spread on his lips. It was something naughty. It made me squirm. I didn’t like the look in his eyes. I swallowed, glancing at my friend.

She just shifted in place, looking as nervous as I felt.

“Okay,” he said and then reached down and undid his fly. He glanced at me. “Kenzie, right?”

“Y-yes,” I whimpered as his zipper rasped down. I could see his blue boxers, his cock hard. He shoved down the elastic waistband. Oh, god, he wanted me to...

“Just crawl beneath the table,” he said. “And make sure you don’t spill a single drop. That’s a good waitress-slut.”

“Y-yes, sir,” I breathed and fell to my knees. I gave my friend a panicked look. She just mouthed, “Submit for the tip.”

Those words echoed in my mind. I needed the tip. I would submit. I crawled beneath the table. It was dark. His cock thrust out of his fly, pink and throbbing. The top of my head rubbed across the bottom of my table until I was kissing at his dick. I shuddered at the taste of his precum.

It wasn’t like I had never done anything like this before, but for money ... I felt like such a whore as I slid my mouth around his crown. I sealed my lips around his cock and suckled. I closed my eyes and nursed on him. I swirled my tongue around his spongy tip, giving him my all.

“You know, there is one problem I have with soda,” the guy said. “It runs right through me. I have to pee like five minutes later.”

Wait, what?

His urine streamed into my mouth. My eyes shot open as the acrid and salty liquid flooded my mouth. My cheeks bulged. I wanted to rip my mouth off his cock as the humiliating and degrading piss soaked my taste buds.

But he said to swallow every drop. I had to do this. I had to gulp down this warm, salty, nasty stuff. I swallowed. I guzzled his urine. It flowed down my esophagus to my stomach. I could feel it pooling there as more and more of his urine streamed out of his cock.

“Oh, god, that’s good,” he groaned. “Fuck, you’re such a disgusting whore, Kenzie. You’re just swallowing that piss like it’s Grandma’s peach tea. Shit, yes!”

“Oh no,” gasped Amber. “You’re not...?”

“Oh, I am,” he groaned. “And she’s earning that tip. Fuck, yes, she is. Just submitting for the tip. Damn, it’s true. I love it. Drink it all down. Just gulp down all that urine before the rest of the guys learn about this place.”

More and more and more streamed out of him. He had drunk so much soda. I had to keep swallowing it. Tears spilled down my cheeks. Only the world’s most disgusting slut would do this. A truly depraved and sick woman would swallow piss for a tip.

I guzzled that urine.

He groaned, his stream slowing to the last few spurts that washed across my tongue and teeth. I swallowed it down, whimpering. More tears spilled down my cheeks. My stomach was so heavy with his urine. I felt it sloshing around in me as I shuddered.

“And now that I pissed, I can cum,” he groaned. “That’s it. Suck that dick. You know you want to guzzle down all my jizz. A whore like you who loves piss has to guzzle spunk by the bucket. Right, Amber?”

“R-right, Sir,” Amber whimpered.

“You a piss slut, Amber?” he asked as I nursed on his cock.

“I’m w-whatever you need me to be.” I could hear the fear in her voice that she would be asked to do this. That she would have to submit to this disgusting task.

I bobbed my head, wanting to get him off. I had to please him. I was a piss-slut. A urine-whore. I would guzzle down his jizz for the money. I focused on the tip. I would get a huge one for this. I had to do this because it had to be worth it.

Would it ever be worth it?

I kept sucking, his dick throbbing in my mouth. The salty, acrid flavor lingered. I could still taste it. I shuddered at that. I whimpered as I nursed on him, my tongue dancing around his cock. Would I taste this flavor until the day I died?

Maybe. It seemed fitting since I was such a piss-whore. But this was what being a waitress meant.

“Fuck, she’s got a mouth on her,” the customer groaned. “No way I’m going to last. Shit, it was so hot peeing in her slutty mouth, Amber. Just so fucking hot. Now ... Now ... Fuck!”

His salty cum erupted. Spurt after spurt of his jizz splashed into my mouth. After the piss, it was a palette cleanser. I gulped it down, the thick and salty jizz spilling down my throat. He grunted and groaned as I swallowed his cum, my pussy...

My pussy clenched. I was wet. Dripping. My panties were sodden with my excitement. Was I getting off on being a whore for tips? Just how disgusting was I? Why was I such a filthy girl who would do this? I wiggled my hips as he fired the last blast of cum.

“Shit, that’s good,” he groaned. “Damn. You girls really would do anything for the tip.”

I moaned around his cock, cum and piss filling my stomach. I certainly would.

“Yes,” Amber whimpered. “I would, sir.”

“Then let’s prove it,” the customer said. “Is there someplace that we could be alone. You don’t want anyone else to see what you two are about to do, right?”

I slid my mouth off his cock and groaned, “I know a place.”

Amber

We took the customer to a side room that was used as a coat check room during parties and other events held in the cafeteria. No one would come in here. He was gulping down another soda. Poor Kenzie had tears running down her cheeks from swallowing his cum.

And he was drinking more soda. Would I have to do it, too?

Submit for the tip. I kept repeating that over and over in my head. My mantra. It was the only thing that kept me from running out of here. I just had to do this for the money. I needed it. School was so expensive. Why did it have to cost so much? It hardly seemed worth it.

“Strip,” he said, setting his empty glass on a table. “I want to see you girls both naked.”

“Yes, Sir,” we said together, my cheeks burning. Showing my tits had been embarrassing enough.

I pulled up my polo. My bra wasn’t quite back on the right since I had pulled it back over my tits. It was almost a relief to reach behind me and unhook it. I freed my breasts. They slid out, plump and jiggling. The customer grinned at us as he pulled off his own shirt.

“All of it,” he said. “Mmm, I wonder if you girls are shaved or not. Don’t tell me. I want to see for myself.”

I unzipped my skirt and let it drop. I had on a pair of virginal white panties with a pink bow. Kenzie had something similar. The blonde girl’s perky B-cups quivered as she hooked the waistband of her panties and shoved them off, her trimmed, golden bush coming into view.

“Nice,” the guy said. “Now let’s see you. Mmm, I bet you have a bush, too.”

I drew in a deep breath and shoved off my panties, revealing that I was shaved. The customer chuckled as he stared at my bald beaver. A shiver ran through me. A wave of humiliating heat swept through my body. My cheeks burned.

“Well, I guess I was wrong,” he said as he stared at us. Then his hands shot out. He grabbed a nipple each and pinched our nubs. I gasped at the flare of hot pain. A shiver ran through me while jolts of lightning shot down to my cunt. “Mmm, but you two are a pair of sluts, aren’t you?”

“We’re just good waitresses,” Kenzie whimpered. “That’s all.”

“Yes, Sir,” I said, shuddering. He twisted our nipples. It was a sensation unlike anything I had experienced. I groaned and swayed where I stood, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Mmm, yes, yes, such good waitresses,” he said, a big grin spreading on his lips. “You’ll do anything for a tip, right?”

We both nodded, whimpering and groaning as he abused our nipples. My pussy drank it in. Juices began trickling down my thighs. I shuddered at the ticklish caresses of those rivulets working lower and lower towards my knees.

He spat in my face.

I gasped as his hot spittle burned on my cheek and nose. I didn’t know what to make of it. He grinned as I just stood there, his saliva running down my face. Then he turned to Kenzie and spat on her face. She squeaked but didn’t object.

“Such disgusting whores,” he said. “You’re not waitresses. Your filthy, foul girls who will do anything I want because you want a big, fat tip.” He chuckled and released our nipples. “You also want a big, fat cock. Huh, how’s this one?”

He shook his cock at us. Together, we both said, “It’s so big!”

Our voices cooed in breathy unison. Shame settled into my flesh, burning hot across my skin.

“It’s just such a fat dick,” I added while Kenzie husked, “A big dick that will stretch out our pussies.”

He smiled. “Yes, it will. It’s going to stretch and stretch out your cunts until you squeal in delight. You’re both going to cry out in ecstasy as you cum like the fucking disgusting gutter-whores you are. For a fucking tip. A few bucks. That’s how nasty you are.”

“We are,” I moaned through the shame. I was all those things he said. I had to be to get that tip.

“Yes, yes, just ... gutter-whores.” My friend swayed, looking dizzy that she had said such words.

I swallowed as he smiled and nodded, his eyes flicking from me to my friend. I could tell that he was thinking of the next humiliating thing to do to us. His eyes flicked down to our cunts, his dick throbbing before him.

“Ever eaten pussy, Tits?” he asked, flicking my nipple as he stared at me.

I gasped, my boob bouncing. “N-no, Sir. I’ve never eaten pussy.”

“You’re lucky day. Get to munching on Blondie. I want you feasting on her cunt. If she’s not drowning you in her cream before I cum in your ass, well, you’re not going to get a good tip.”

“I’ll make her cum so hard,” I squeaked in fright, my asshole tingling. He was going to fuck my asshole. “Trust me. I’ll do it.”

“Why?” he asked. “Is your asshole not one of the finest on campus?”

“Of course it is,” I gasped. I had to please him. “It’s the best, I’m just that good at eating pussy.”

“Which you’ve never done before.” He grinned. “Well, maybe you’ll get beginner’s luck. Blondie, sit on that table, spread your legs. Tits, I want to see you dive into that muff. Just snorkel in that poon and make that whore cum. She’s a piss-slut. She loves my piss. Swallowed every drop.”

“I did,” whimpered Kenzie. “And I know you’ll make me cum, Amber. I believe in you.”

I smiled at my friend. For a moment, I knew I could do this. Only to remember he wanted to fuck me in the asshole. I shuddered, my asshole tingling. I swallowed as my friend mounted the table. She spread her legs and leaned back. Her blonde bush dripped with juices.