A Bet at Hooters

Ashley hated her job. She hated the skimpy uniform, and her stupid perverted manager Derek. If rent wasn't stupidly high, and she didn't have student loans up to her eyeballs she wouldn't be anywhere near this place, but here she was stuck making ends meet working at Hooters.

The worst part was how Derek encouraged the customers to "get a little handsy" if it meant extra tips. Ashley had gotten away with a few nut taps on some customers that got a little too excited, but she was currently on her 2nd warning, and wasn't ready to get fired just yet.

None of the nut taps had been too serious, just little smacks and flicks under the table that she could usually pass off as accidents. But she desperately wanted to properly bust one regular customer, Mark.

Mark was your typical 50-something-year-old, divorced, alcoholic, misogynistic pig. Here he was, like every Thursday night, pounding back beers and chicken wings to the Football game. Ashley had the unfortunate pleasure of serving his table.

Ashley wore her uniform, a too-tight white Hooters shirt, tiny orange booty shorts, and white Converse; her long blonde hair was tied in a ponytail.

The night was going as expected; he was drunk, yelling at the Football players, and smacking Ashley's ass every time she walked by, doing nothing but fueling her rage.

As Ashley set down his next order of drinks, she bent over too far, allowing Mark to jokingly say, "I'd give my balls to motorboat those fucking tits" causing his stupid friends to laugh. As mad as she was, a lightbulb went off in Ashley's head!

"I'd take you up on that offer" she stated seductively. Mark was taken aback "R-really?" he stammered, his friends started to laugh. "C'mon Mark, this is your opportunity" one of them said.

Mark was frozen for a second, then saw the TV out of the corner of his eye, causing him to smile. "Here's the bet tuts, after The Packers win, you let me at those tits"

"Fine." Ashley shot back. She held out her hand, and before Mark could shake it, she added, "But when The 49ers win, you give me you balls."

Mark gulped, thought for a second as his friends, and the neighboring tables that overheard laughed at the whole situation. He finally shook her hand and said deal, assuming this "dumb blonde" waitress knew nothing about Football... he was wrong.

Half time, the score was 28-14 for The 49ers. Mark was sweating bullets, and Ashley gladly brought him more drinks to ease his nerves. He winced at every turnover, interception, and incomplete pass from his team, worrying him about his poor balls. Soon enough, the game ended, 42-17, sealing his fate.

Ashley came over after the game ended, making sure to bounce her breasts a little extra with each step, "Well gentlemen" she said with a big smile "Anything else, or just the check... and your balls!"

Mark started to try to blubber and argue his way out of this one, but the entire restaurant knew about his bet at this point, and started to cheer for him to go through with it. Eventually, his friends got him up on his feet, ready for his fate.

Ashley smiled as she looked at the disgusting old man, sweating like a pig in front of her. Another waitress came up to her and asked, "Are you really going through with this? What if Derek finds out". Ashley just shrugged and said "A bet's a bet!" and delivered her first kick.

Her aim was a little off, and she just grazed Mark's balls; he flinched and yelled, causing the whole restaurant to laugh at him. Ashley regained her balance, look Mark in the eyes, and winked.

Her next kick hit dead on. Mark howled as the pain from his balls exploded through his body, and everyone was roaring in laughter at the man as he fell into the fetal position, aching his balls and puking his guts out. But the night wasn't over yet, Ashley wanted more; she kicked his legs apart and stomped as hard as she could on his balls. The amount of pleasure she got seeing this asshole in tears and blubbering like an idiot was too great, and she couldn't stop.

After more stomps and kicks, one of the other waitresses stopped her, and said that she had had enough fun, but that didn't mean Mark was free to go.

Ashley wasn't the only waitress Mark harassed, and they all wanted their turns. Mark was subjected to more kicks, knees, and stomps than any man ever wanted. His friends got quiet, obviously uncomfortable but not speaking up to protect their balls from the same fate.

Eventually, the waitresses had their fill and let Mark's friends carry him out (and maybe to a hospital).

The next day, Derek heard about the whole ordeal and dragged Ashley into his office and screamed at her. She didn't care, Mark accepted the bet, but Derek was mad that she let it get out of hand. "Am I fired?" she asked him

"Is that not obvious, you dumb bimbo" He retorted? Enraged, Ashley figured she might as well go out swinging. She got close and squeezed Derek's balls as hard as she could, leaving his mouth open in shock, unable to make a sound.

She dug her nails into his stupid balls and whispered "I've wanted to do this for a long time." She then let go and delivered a final knee to his balls, leaving him on the floor before walking out of the restaurant.

Ashley kept in contact with some of the waitresses at Hooters, and apparently, Mark had been a much more pleasant customer after the situation (rumor was he only had one ball left). Ashley couldn't have been happier, and all of a sudden, she missed her stupid job at Hooters.

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