Breastimonial: Bartender Confesses Free Boob Rubs
When I was a bartender, I’m not ashamed to admit that I used my voluptuous breasts to earn better tips. A bit of cleavage mixed with hard work and a happy smile was a lucrative combination for me. It would’ve been a waste not to take advantage of the gifts I’d been given.
However there were times when having huge boobs and working in the service industry could be difficult. For instance when you’re carrying plates of food out to a table and you can’t see that your left breast is sitting in someone’s bbq sauce. Or when you lean in to pick up empty glasses and your right boob accidentally knocks over a full beer. The hardest part for me was having to maneuver my massive mounds around people on a crowded dance floor while balancing a tray full of heavy drinks in one hand.
I eventually learned to start using my free hand to gently pinch someone’s waist which instantly got them moving. For those times when both hands were full or the person just wasn’t taking the hint I’d be forced to rub my boobs along their back, or side as I squeezed past them. Girls would always jump and move out of the way at the first hint of a breast on their back but men were different. Most men instinctively leaned into my boobs like needy cats as I grazed my chest across them. They always acted like they didn’t notice but we both knew what was going on.
The worst was at crowded tables when I’d have to reach across everyone to hand the person at the end their drink or food. Most men were polite enough to lean out of the way so that I could move in without touching them but there was always one guy who played dumb and just sat there acting like he was too busy talking to notice the fact that my F cup breast was pushing into the back of his head. My coworkers would laugh and say I should start charging extra for the boob rubs, but I always got my revenge in the end. With a drink accidentally spilt in their lap or a whiskey coke that was all coke with just a drop of whiskey poured down the straw.
Once in a while there would be a man that was so good looking or so nice I would go out of my way to graze my hardened nipples across his arm or shoulder. Our eyes would meet and I would say “pardon me sir” and then smile and walk away. Those free boob rubs were for my pleasure. After all there’s no point having a great rack if you don’t enjoy it!
