Nightmaregoddess
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Aug 16, 2010
- Location
- Iowa
"Do I...have to wear this?" Ly'zani asked with a grimace as she looked at herself in the mirror. She really needed this job, but the barmaid's uniform was so slutty that it made her feel dirty just wearing it. It consisted of a tight leather bustier that made her ample breasts look like melons, and a low cut pleated skirt. All were nearly the same aqua color as her short, bobbed hair, and black, which nicely accentuated her reddish violet skin. But still, the skirt was cut so low that her but-cleavage was visible, and it was hemmed so high that if she bent over she'd be flashing anyone looking that way. At least she was allowed to wear furry arm and leg warmers.
"Unfortunately yes. Don't worry hon. You'll get used to it." Her friend Cass, a human and the person who got her the job didn't seem to be bothered by it. Though she'd been doing it for months now. Still. It worried Ly'z, as Cass called her. She wasn't nearly as outgoing as Cass was, and she didn't have all the skills of her people to rely on. Being a Night Elf raised in a horde controlled city kind of limited her options. Pretty much barmaid, dancer, whore, or concubine. She had nothing against sex, it was fun and felt really good. But she didn't think she could do it for a career.
"If you say so..." She mumbled, straightening out what little of her outfit she could call a skirt. Cass stopped and kissed her on the cheek.
"I do say so. Now follow me around till you figure it out. Then talk to the boss and he'll work out your pay and such with you." Ly'z just nodded and followed Cass out into the veritable storm of testosterone and machismo that was her new place of work. As she followed Cass she found herself surrounded by grabby males of every color. Tauren, Trolls, Orcs, even Blood Elves, all enjoying coin they'd won in battle and the drink they could buy with it. It was overwhelming, and she had to use every ounce of her resolve to keep from kicking guys as they smacked her ass, pulled her onto their laps, and tried to feel her breasts.
"Unfortunately yes. Don't worry hon. You'll get used to it." Her friend Cass, a human and the person who got her the job didn't seem to be bothered by it. Though she'd been doing it for months now. Still. It worried Ly'z, as Cass called her. She wasn't nearly as outgoing as Cass was, and she didn't have all the skills of her people to rely on. Being a Night Elf raised in a horde controlled city kind of limited her options. Pretty much barmaid, dancer, whore, or concubine. She had nothing against sex, it was fun and felt really good. But she didn't think she could do it for a career.
"If you say so..." She mumbled, straightening out what little of her outfit she could call a skirt. Cass stopped and kissed her on the cheek.
"I do say so. Now follow me around till you figure it out. Then talk to the boss and he'll work out your pay and such with you." Ly'z just nodded and followed Cass out into the veritable storm of testosterone and machismo that was her new place of work. As she followed Cass she found herself surrounded by grabby males of every color. Tauren, Trolls, Orcs, even Blood Elves, all enjoying coin they'd won in battle and the drink they could buy with it. It was overwhelming, and she had to use every ounce of her resolve to keep from kicking guys as they smacked her ass, pulled her onto their laps, and tried to feel her breasts.