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- Joined
- May 8, 2011
Jedda Wester thought this job was pretty good. All he did with the money, and it was mostly tips, from here was put it into this unholy living-space economy, and then do some partying himself. Between working out and trying to rest in-between, that was all his time. He had a big libido, and large equipment to go with it. Tall and athletic, you could tell he took care of his body even through the uniform of the hotel he worked for. It had a pretty fancy name The Willow Place, but it's clientele was mostly people who wanted to spent money who didn't usually have it, or rich people slumming it. Not to mention the venues and services they rented out for parties.
Tonight was another bachelorette party, and he'd been first in line to take it. He had an in with the planner, and she was still reeling off that one fuck they'd had in the broom closet here, that she did pretty much anything he asked of her. So, on these nights they were required to bartend and serve, to get the bill higher. This meant he got to wear a more comfortable uniform of a black t-shirt with the logo, and slacks. He was sure it was because the look went better with the eventual partyers, too. He didn't complain. The t-shirt made his shoulders look massive on his otherwise slender, defined build. And he had the kind of gait that definitely had people thinking he did a lot of physical activity.
He kept his black hair back with a hairtie, though it was barely long enough to do so, but, you know, hygiene. That kept the black strands away from his light brown eyes and noble nose, too.
He'd been working with the other staff to get the women of this party drunk. The more they drank, the more they wanted to drink. It was a brilliant business model, because the people who had to pay were usually not the ones who attended, and even if they did, they couldn't complain.
But even if there were tips to be earned, Jed was more interested in other bounties these girls had. Being a young and virile male, he had a lot of attention even early on, and now some of them seemed to be calling for "the tall one with the shoulders". And by how they hooted and stole touches as he passed them by with his tray of drinks, it was easy to guess who they were referring to. He was just waiting for the right opportunity to make this night memorable for even the sloppiest drunk here. He just had to be tactical about it.
Though, even if they were high risk, the bride and the mother of the bride were looking rather good...
Tonight was another bachelorette party, and he'd been first in line to take it. He had an in with the planner, and she was still reeling off that one fuck they'd had in the broom closet here, that she did pretty much anything he asked of her. So, on these nights they were required to bartend and serve, to get the bill higher. This meant he got to wear a more comfortable uniform of a black t-shirt with the logo, and slacks. He was sure it was because the look went better with the eventual partyers, too. He didn't complain. The t-shirt made his shoulders look massive on his otherwise slender, defined build. And he had the kind of gait that definitely had people thinking he did a lot of physical activity.
He kept his black hair back with a hairtie, though it was barely long enough to do so, but, you know, hygiene. That kept the black strands away from his light brown eyes and noble nose, too.
He'd been working with the other staff to get the women of this party drunk. The more they drank, the more they wanted to drink. It was a brilliant business model, because the people who had to pay were usually not the ones who attended, and even if they did, they couldn't complain.
But even if there were tips to be earned, Jed was more interested in other bounties these girls had. Being a young and virile male, he had a lot of attention even early on, and now some of them seemed to be calling for "the tall one with the shoulders". And by how they hooted and stole touches as he passed them by with his tray of drinks, it was easy to guess who they were referring to. He was just waiting for the right opportunity to make this night memorable for even the sloppiest drunk here. He just had to be tactical about it.
Though, even if they were high risk, the bride and the mother of the bride were looking rather good...