I was serving tables after work, wearing the slutty uniform and dealing with the regular getting hit on type of thing. Then this one guy dumped his drink on me, urging me to take off my now wet clothes. I’d had enough and slapped him across his face and sealing my fate for the evening. It was just us 5 and I knew I had fucked up the minute I slapped him, because he was returning the blow and ripping my shirt off all at the same time. I tried to fight them, I really did! But there were so many of them and they were really so strong! There was nothing I could do, as they all ripped at me, grabbing and groping and even feeling my insides with their fingers already. I knew it was going to be a long night of being treated and fucked like a worthless whore. I should really learn to keep my big mouth shut, and filled with cock instead of trying to get sassy. I am a stupid whore, aren’t I?
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