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The Spirit of Competition

I work in a Bar & Grill just beside a highway 65 South off ramp in Alabama. The venue is owned by an old south elderly couple. I am one of two waitresses that work 14 hour shifts from breakfast to supper every day. We make decent tips, but could always use more. The old couple gets on to us if we flirt with customers. The old man shouts about how this is a respectable establishment, not a Las Vegas Whorehouse! Judy is the other waitress and I am Jenny. We put our heads together and brainstormed about how to increase our tips. We decided that sex sells so we had to figure out how to be more sexy without the old man (cook) and the old woman (cashier) chastising us.

Neither of the oldsters see very well, so we planned on more seductive makeup and clothes. Since the old couple were very short and walked around bent forward in a stoop and they couldn't see over the bar, we could shorted our skirts. The next day we both came into work with our new faces on and shortened our skirts to mid thigh. I ask Judy to bend over. When she did, I could almost see her panties. I bent over for her and she said the same. Our tips that day were a little better, but not as much as we expected. So the next day we shortened our skirts even more. I could almost see Judy's panties while she was standing straight. Mine were the same. When we bent over, our entire panty-covered crotches were completely visible. The tips were considerably better that day. I made ten dollars more than Judy. Judy vowed to beat my tips the next day (Friday).

When I arrived at work the next day, I checked out Judy. Her skirt showed the lower part of her panty covered rearend. WHen she bent over she revealed her weapon, a thong! Judy has a beautiful milky white heart shaped ass and I could almost see her labia through the sheer lace panties. I knew I was beat. My only option was to modify myself. so I slipped into the women's restroom and removed my bra. I unbuttoned my blouse down to the button just below my breasts. I am a normal sized 28 year old woman. I have long brunette hair, my breasts are larger than most 38C or small D. I have an hourglass figure 38-32-36 and my creole parents blessed me with dark brown nipples and pussy. I felt good about my alterations and I stepped out into the dining room. Judy rolled her eyes in disbelief. I told Judy that I thought I could beat her today without a thong. Judy dared me to put today's tips on the line. I reached out and shook hands on the bet.

Breakfast service brought in a crowd of sleepy eyed truckers. As I bent over their booths to refill coffee, I was getting more attention with my boobs hanging against my blouse and ready to tumble out into public. One old trucker stuck a five dollar bill into my cleavage (Cha-ching!). Judy was showing her ass every chance she got by dropping forks and straws and such on the floor. She was really racking up tips even from my customers. They were dropping dollar bills on the floor. At lunch, I upped my game by unbuttoning one more button. That left my blouse opened to halfway between my boobs and my naval.

At lunch, refilling iced tea became a guessing game of which titty would fall out of my blouse. Judy upped her display by also unbuttoning her blouse. Fortunately, for me. she was wearing a sports bra. By the end of lunch service, I noticed that Judy had somehow lost her sports bra and her medium sized pink nipples were about to punch a hole in her blouse! We cleaned the dining room during the afternoon lull. Judy was slightly ahead in the tip count as her tip pickle jar was about an inch more full than mine. I didn't have much left to compete with, but I tucked my blouse into my skirt real tight and unbuttoned my next button at naval level. Judy smiled and copied my effort. Judy stuck out her tongued, spun around and pulled her thong to the side and sassed, "Kiss this"! She has a pretty pink pussy with pink glistening labia. I answered, "Maybe later".

The Supper crowd filled the house. We were so busy that we both forgot about the competition, except for the customer comments and propositions. I must have had at least three marriage proposals that evening. It was almost an hour from closing time when I saw that Judy had kept her lead. I thought about our bet and I found a way to up my game without violating the rules of the bet. I had told Judy I could beat her tips without a thong! That is exactly what I did. I stepped into the restroom shucked my lace panties and served pantiless during the late rush. A couple of customers got a bit out of hand. I felt a few fingers and hands brush my pussy, And it was the clumsiest night ever, stainless ware, mostly kept being dropped. One guy mimicked dry humping me as I bent over poured sweet tea. Finally, the shift was over! Judy and I counted our tips. I won by nine dollars. The owners came out from the office and told us we had a record day. The old woman said she didn't understand how. The old man stepped between me and Judy and winked. He said keep up the good work.

The old man pitched the keys to me and yelled back as he walked out the door. "Have a drink or two, then lock up". I got behind the bar and made me a triple Jack & Lemonade. I made Judy a humongous Margarita. We sat on the tall stools at the bar. I remembered what Judy had said earlier, so I mentioned to her that she offered me a kiss at lunch. Judy looked puzzled. I reminded her how she turned and showed me her pussy and said kiss this. Oh! Judy's eyes lit up. Judy jumped up on the bar and sat down facing me. She lifted her skirt and revealed that beautiful pussy. I leaned her back and approached her crotch with my tongue. It tasted musky like you would expect a waitress's pussy to taste after a long shift. I fingered her hole. It was so warm and wet. Before long, I had climbed up on the bar and we sixty-nined. I was so ready to cum after a hard days work. I grabbed the pestle that we use to grind fruit and I took turns with Judy fucking the wooded phallus. When we were both drained from cumming, we locked up and went home to prepare for tomorrow at the Bar & Grill. What competition may tomorrow bring?

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