Summer job at Medieval Times

Laura was now 21 on her summer between junior and senior year of college. Unfortunately her lifeguard certifications had expired for the second time, and it was time for a new summer job. She chose to work as a waitress at Medieval Times, because her friend Jess said it was a fun time, with decent pay and tips. Besides, you get to watch hot knights for part of the night.

Laura showed up, had a quick interview, and was waitressing that night. Her friend Jess said she’d teach her everything, and the manager let them go. First stop was the dressing room. She forgot she’d be working in a costume, but it was actually really nice and comfortable, she checked it in the mirror.

She was five foot five, and about 120, with a trim figure. She had blue eyes, light brown hair, and a face so cute it made her look younger. If she had to guess one of her best attributes were her boobs, judging by the number of guys always staring. She considered herself a B-, because her boobs were a bit too big for B cup bras.

She first noticed the black skirt, which had a traditional quality about it, and felt a little heavy. She then checked the blouse for fit. The thin white cotton was a little loose, and low cut, but not see through. Under that her pushup bra ensured that she would look great, which helped in getting tips.

She first went out to introduce herself to her customers, and take their drink orders. Fortunately, this early in the summer the stadium was as empty as it gets, so she had few groups to worry about. She was pleased to find that she had a group of guys celebrating their friend’s 21^st birthday. She made her bow extra long and low, making sure to show them her boobs. She said “I’m your serving wench Lauren, and I will be taking care of you guys tonight.”

When she went in to get their drinks, Jess said I see you got a group of hot guys, make sure you treat them right. Laura asked for clarification. “Just treat them all like your last boyfriend”, she said with a wink. What Jess didn’t know was that Laura and Steve, had incorporated plenty of squeezes and knees into their foreplay, along with the usual attention to her boobs. She smiled as she considered her methods for playing with each guy a bit, while turning all of them on.

She decided to be subtle with the first one, and make sure they were all turned on enough for her. She noticed that there were three guys in the top row, with the birthday boy in the middle, and two on the lower row, staggered between the top three. She set down the drinks on her foldable table, and talked to them quickly. “I’m sorry, but this is my first day, and I messed up my intro. Mind if I do it over?” she lied, while holding her hand between her boobs. She then went on “My name is Lauren, and I will be your serving wench for the evening. Just let me know if there’s anything I can do to make your night more pleasurable.”, and then gave another long bow with a great view.

She then handed the drinks to the bottom row, and proceeded to the top. She started by leaning in to hand the drink to the furthest guy. Once he received it she decided to lose her balance at that point. She fell with her left hand on his lap, and her boobs squishing right into the birthday boy’s package, where she rolled them around slightly. Finally her right arm, which was leaned back near her hip, quickly tried to catch her fall. That coincidentally landed open, right on the balls of the guy closest to her, and she immediately squeezed him. She took a second or two, before looking up, and slowly pushing herself up with her right arm, still on the first guy’s balls. She then apologized for slipping in the dark stairway, but laughed it off reminding them she didn’t spill anything, and gave them the last two drinks, making sure the closest guy got a nice view while holding his balls.

It wasn’t long before it was time to give the group their second round of dinks, and Laura had a great plan for this round. She arrived with the table, cleared their empty glasses, and started handing out the full glasses. She made sure to spill a little bit on the birthday boy’s crotch, and pretend not to notice. She then went to the bottom row, and handed out their drinks. On the bottom row the spill was at her eye level.

She pretended to suddenly notice the spill, now that he was dabbing at it with a napkin. She planted her knee on the closest guy’s seat, right between his legs, but not on his balls. She leaned up, and in to dry the spill with the towel that was part of her uniform. She patted and groped his berries through the towel for a few seconds, and then stopped just gripping them lightly.

“I’m so sorry about this. I just realized it’s a breach of company policy for me to be grabbing a guest’s balls like this. I can stop right now, just give you the towel, and hope you don’t tell my manager, … if you don’t like what I’m doing.” He looked at her, she was smiling, showing off her boobs to them, right in front of his buddy’s face, and she was idly playing with his balls through the towel. He didn’t want this moment to end. He also recalled how she had landed directly on his friend’s nuts, and squeezed. That immediately brought to mind the feeling of her boobs on his package. He concluded this would definitely be worth it.

“Don’t worry about it, do things your way tonight.” “As you wish mi lord.” She said, keeping in character. She first put her weight on her left leg, to free up her right for the knee. What a knee it was, she had his berries trapped, and kneed them right into his legs. She then pushed down, keeping a constant rolling pressure on his balls. The whole group saw it, as his face went up, right into her cleavage, I mean ample bosom. She then proceeded to tighten her grip on the birthday boy’s package, play with his balls, and smile. She felt that both guys were very hard right now, and obviously enjoying the attention, she certainly felt the hot breath on her chest, turning her on even more. Eventually she let go before she really hurt them, straightened up, with a final squish of the knee. She looked at his crotch, and saw it was dry, and taunt. “That looks good to me now, much drier.” she said, and walked away, pushing her chest out, leaving two of them groaning and clutching their packages, all of them smiling.

She was enjoying her job, and couldn’t wait for her next round. It wasn’t long before she had to serve them their soup, and she was already laughing at her next plan. She arrived with the soup, but started talking to them about its contents. She was stalling with them, in the bottom row, back turned to the arena, while a man issued warnings about the falconry exhibit. She pretended to ignore it as if it was someone’s monolog in the show.

It wasn’t long before the bird of prey was flying around, while she was the only person standing. It flew past her, and she lunged, choosing to lay out over the two guys in the bottom row. She had her hips over the closer guy, but the further guy was her target. Laura landed with her right forearm, on his hips, and her boobs right above his joystick, squishing them in. Finally, she had her left arm under her chest, it landed right between his legs, in position for a hidden grab. She immediately grabbed his balls, and squeezed them into her boobs. He immediately hugged the falling girl protectively, putting his left arm over her back, and his right arm braced her head, so she couldn’t hit the next seat if she tried. “They didn’t tell me there would be eagles swooping by my head.” She shouted. In a voice strained by sarcasm and her grab, he replied, “That was a falcon.” “Either way, I think I should stay down, until it stops flying.”, they all laughed because they knew the true reasons for this conversation, and lay out. Once her head had stopped moving the guy thought it would be best to brace her in a hug, get his arm out her way, and down to her chest. She was already squeezing and playing in a firm manner, but as the hand got closer to her bosom, she added more and more pressure. Eventually she had him in a rough grab, while he fondled and squished her boobs. He eventually worked in his fingers for a roll around her nipple, which resulted in the hardest squeeze. He was pretty sure that last one was more a natural, aroused reaction, than voluntary.

After that the falcon landed, and she came to her senses, and started to push herself up. She was extra slow at the beginning, giving him a close up of her cleavage, while pushing off his balls. To her surprise he blew a stream of air down her shirt, exciting her boobs one last time. She liked him for his sense of humor, and the way he treated her boobs. Wait a second, he probably has a girlfriend, she thought, … oops. Maybe this would turn both of them on a little later. Any way it was time to hand them their soup and leave.

Laura took a quick inventory. She had one last guy to bust, and two courses to serve them. Additionally that last guy had taken her excitement from a mental to physical stage, so her nipples were hard, and she wasn’t all there for her job. She refocused, next course was dinner, and she had all the time while the knights were fighting till dessert. She wouldn’t bust any of them this time, throw them off a bit, and have all of the fight to calm down sexually, and eat her dinner.

She was soon back, serving them their dinner, and having fun with them. “Here it is milords. I’ve come to serve you full white breasts… of chick. I mean chicken.”, she said after properly displaying her boobs. She then, gave each guy his plate, leaning in for each one. The last guy was the top row, closest to her. After she handed the birthday boy his plate, this guy said he’d help himself. He must of thought, he got his squeeze, and was therefore safe, because he grabbed her breasts, while she was leaned over him. This crossed the line of Laura’s plan, so she did the most natural thing, and punched him in the crotch. She quickly put his plate down for him, and whispered in his ear, “These breasts are for you milord. I hope you find them almost as enjoyable, and learned what happens, when you grab mine.”

She left for the kitchen thinking that didn’t go as planned, but she wouldn’t change a thing. There she got her food, and found that she as the new girl, had been put on drink shift. She would eat at the top of the stairs and watch if any guests ordered drinks, while most of the waitresses and waiters ate together in the kitchen. For the shift she was paired with a guy named Jack, because no one wanted to take that shift alone. Laura didn’t mind the news, it had been years since she had been here, and the knights were the best part.

She and Jack were eating behind everyone else, watching the show. She looked him over again. He was about 5’10, with a lean athletic body. He had nice brown hair, and eyes, so she considered him attractive. Once she noticed him checking her out, over dinner, at a show, she saw the similarity to a date. She really didn’t mind the circumstances, and got to know him. Turns out he worked here last year, and wanted to be in the arena. Half way through the summer they will work him in as a squire, and next year he could be either a squire or knight based on performance. For the meantime he was always on drink shift, to learn about the performance. He told her about the magnesium content of the swords, which lead to the sparks, and the lances which were made of pine wood to break more easily.

Eventually in the tournament they saw the white and black knight kick the blue knight right in the balls. Given her previous activities Laura was very eager to talk about the kick. “I don’t remember that from seeing this when I was 10. Didn’t knights have chivalry or something?” “Yes they did, chivalry was basically a means of keeping them civilized off the field of battle, particularly towards women. Knights were warriors, and they were used to fighting to win, you’ll see more where that came from.” “Aren’t you going to be one of them eventually? You aren’t concerned about getting hit in the balls?” “I’m a pretty tough guy, I’m prepared to get a lance to the chest, or a knee to the balls for a job that awesome. Besides they have a foam jockstrap to absorb most of the hit.” “Really?” she asked, “how hard have you been hit?” “About three times harder than those guys you were playing with over there.” He said pointing to her party.

Laura looked shocked, she thought she had been discrete in this dark stadium. “Don’t worry, no one else would have noticed, I was working closest to you, and

I tend to spot that sort of behavior. I’d regret missing it.” She realized her fun wasn’t a secret, but he was also turned on by it. Guys who like a rough squeeze were pretty rare, so she would certainly want to know him better, maybe go out with him. It didn’t hurt that she was already turned on, and figured he would be up for the job. “I might have to squeeze you for watching me.” she said in a seductive voice. “And I might have to squeeze you for squeezing me.” he said it in a cocky, joking manner, which made her want to squeeze him, damn he was good.

“A squeeze for a squeeze then.” she said, and offered her hand for a shake. He took it, and she gave her hardest squeeze, he smiled, matched it, and proceeded to shake her hand and watch her boobs bounce. That made her pseudo-mad, but mostly horny, and she settled for snaking her left hand down his medieval pants, and starting the squeezing. His grip on her hand slowly faded due to her grip on his berries. That’s until he gave her a sudden strong squeeze, which stunned her long enough for him to remove his hand, and insert it around her shoulder, between her right boob and bra. At first she was surprised, and gave him a clench, but she realized this was their agreement, and enjoyed both squeezes as much as possible.

It wasn’t long before she was stifling noises at the top of the stairway. Fortunately Jack told her to watch the arena, and she saw the green knight knee the red knight in the balls hard. The sight put her over the edge to her climax. Due to the silent nature of their fun, and the knee she just saw, all the energy went into her grip on Jack’s balls. Once she returned to reality, she noticed how hard she had squeezed Jack, and she wanted to make that up to him. She moved his left hand, and took out his joystick, which was already eight inches long, and rock hard. She smiled as she stroked his shaft. It wasn’t long before she gave him one last squeeze, and lowered her head to his. They relaxed together, lightly grabbing each other until it was time for a scoring of the contest. This was their cue to return to the kitchen, and serve the desserts. Jack quickly kissed her, and said “time to get to work”.

Laura was feeling even less present, but handed out the desserts, and smiled, assuming that she was providing a nice view. She brought back their plates while the largest battle occurred between the red and white knights, and their foot soldiers. Although Laura did not see any more kicks or knees, she had to admit it was an amazing fight scene. It wasn’t long at all before she cleared their dessert, and the final battle was over. The King made some victory speech about peace, and the show was over.

She was standing by the guys, when it was time for everyone to go home. As they were walking out she asked the birthday boy, “what was your favorite part of the show?” “Besides you, I’d have to say the final battle. What about you?” as he left the row. “When the green knight,” she said, as she grabbed his last friend walking out. ”did THIS!” with that she gave him a beautiful knee right to his balls. He grabbed himself, and leaned in, so his face was above her boobs. “Don’t worry I didn’t forget about you.” she said, and passed him to his friends, proud that she had gotten all 5 guys.

She finished clearing the table thinking of all the busts of the night. She had 1 for each guy, and one got seconds, she had met Jack, and had their fun, and finally she had witnessed two knights getting kneed. On top of that she had all the attention to her boobs, leading up to a massage and orgasm. This was a great night. On her way out of the row, she found the tip she had overlooked. The party gave her $20, this was a great job, which would lead to a great summer.

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