The Stackers Waitress (Patron Reward)

Trying to get back into doing backers' requests when I can and this one grabbed me. They wanted a goblin waitress who drinks you under the table and I built it from there to be a shortstack themed restaurant. Then the waitress became sort of playfully pushy and it grew from there. Might revisit Stackers someday, but nothing urgent comes to mind. Must be all this writing for Pizza Thot, but sexy customer service/waitress jobs comes easy to me lately.

Also on Pizza Thot, the request was for a guy who turns 18 and goes drinking. I realized that PT had the same issue, where characters like Cash Money were serving booze when they're listed as 18. I realized both the requester and Gats aren't in the US, so I decided to fuck it and throw that problem out the window; 18 is now the legal drinking age in the monstergirl extended universe. They fuckled around a lot of legal age laws and settled on every species has to be 18 rather than deal with goblins (who mature very rapidly) and elves (who think fucking an elf under 100 is skeezy) and their sexual morals.

“Hey, cutie! Welcome to Stackers!” 

A pudgy, tan-skinned gnome stood at the low-set podium. Her hair was bound in a long red braid that she kept wrapped around her neck, ending in a thick knot of hair that rested between her round and juicy tits. Todd had been wanting to visit this place for a long time, and he was finally old enough to get in.

“Hey. Uh, table for one?” he asked, already a little nervous. He glanced around the floor of the bar and grill sort of restaurant. It was goblin-owned and run, but they had run with a shortstack theme all the way. Some artwork and cheesecake posters were pinned up on the walls, from naughty magazines like Limeslice to the historical first cover of Playboy to feature a kobold (or any girl with scales for that matter). The chairs were all lower to the ground with small stairs leading up to the tables, allowing the various gnomes, halflings, goblins, dwarves kobolds and fairies to get near eye level with the mostly human-sized customers.

“Sounds good. Did you have any requests for your waitress?” the gnome asked cheerily.

“Yea, uh, goblin please. No offense,” Todd added just in case.

“A very popular flavor,” the hostess noted. “And can I see your ID please?” Todd handed it over and she raised her eyebrows. “Oh! Well, I’ll be sure to tell your server to wish you a happy birthday. Just couldn’t wait, huh?”

Todd just smiled and nodded. He had just turned 18, the legal requirement for him to step into such a… suggestive place. He didn’t have to wait for long before a goblin showed up.

She wore the usual attire of the waitresses; pink booty shorts and a bright blue tank top that ran deep down her cleavage. Her heavy jugs seemed to test the tensile strength of her top, each the size of a bowling ball. They were big enough that when she turned her back to him, he could still see the edges poking out on either side. She clearly had a tiny or no bra at all, give the bare, pickle-green sideboob sticking out on either side of her arm holes. She otherwise had a fairly skinny build for a goblin, the usual bulge in her hips and chest about all that stood out from her narrow features and wiry limbs. Her orange hair was kept boyishly short, and a small, gold eyebrow ring crossed her purple eyes when she blinked.

“Todd, right?” she asked, looking up at him after checking a small pager-like gadget.

“That’s me.”

“Well happy birthday, sugarstilts! Let’s get you sittin’. You’re gonna break one of those jumbo-sized legs of yours if you keep walkin’ around like that.” She boldly took his hand, the virginal teenager blushing as she led him off to the floor. She hopped up some of the miniature steps as she handheld him gently into a low-seated booth.

“I’m Getty, and I’ll be bringing you the good shit today,” she said with a casual smirk. She bit her lip as she reached behind her and squirmed around, jiggling her hips and jugs around until she pulled out a notepad. “Sorry ‘bout that. These shorts look good but they’re fuck all for pocket space. So what are ya drinkin’? We got Changers, Dwarfbarrel… oh, and a special on Soursauce. Twenty bucks and all the shots you can drink with a prize at the end.”

Todd looked at the menu briefly and saw the Dwarfbarrel logo of a red-nosed dwarf in a German barmaid outfit, raising a few frothy mugs until they were precariously close to spilling over her big freckled chest. “So like… booze?” Todd asked cautiously.

“Oh, sweetie. This ain’t your first time, is it?” Todd smiled awkwardly. There had been a lot of laws juggled around since the introduction of monsters to the world. The most notable one was the debate between whether sex with other races counted as bestiality, but so long as things were changing, America had decided to catch up to the rest of the world and knock their drinking age down to 18.

“Oh your poor, colossal baby,” she cooed. She used her boosted height to pat his cheek with a long-fingered hand. “You musta never broke a law in your life. How about you start on the Changers? Everyone likes that. Real mild taste but still kicky.”

“Sure. Sounds good,” he conceded. Getty seemed to know what she was talking about.

“Super. I’ll be right back with that. You’re my last customer for tonight, so you take your time choosin’, alright? Enjoy the atmosphere, ogle the girls… I could use the overtime.” She winked at him as she hopped back off her step, making her tits jiggle like crazy. She patted his thigh before she whirled around, jiggling all the more as she went back towards the kitchen doors. She came back with his bottle of beer, placed the top of it between her tits, and opened it with a sharp twist that left the cap resting neatly in her cleavage. Todd held out an expectant hand, but Getty took a quick swig for herself first. Todd stared at her in surprise as she smiled and briefly licked the brim before handing it off to him. She watched him expectantly until he took a drink. Getty just smiled in a teasing way before checking on his order.

Most of the meal was what he’d expected. Getty was flirty and affectionate, touching him lightly whenever she could find a reason to. She even climbed her way over his lap when she had to get him some extra tartar sauce for his fried fish. It gave him a lot of gentle femdom feelings, like he was being playfully bullied by the assertive waitress. He started getting used to it, so he only blushed the first few times she came to check up on him. Once he’d had his fill of the food, Todd decided to get a little bolder. He skimmed the drink menu until Getty came back, smirking at the menu before looking up at him.

“So, stretch? Feeling like an adult yet?”

“Yea, a little. I was looking at that special with the Soursauce, and there’s a prize after each drink?”

“Now you’re talkin’ like an irresponsible grownup!” Getty laughed. “Smart move gettin’ some food in your guts first. So yea, every shot comes with a reward. The more you drink, the more you get.”

“And what are the rewards?” Todd pried.

“It changes from girl to girl,” Getty said with a shrug. “Depends how far they’re willin’ to go. But you seem fun… I might be generous if a little bud like you’s got the guts.”

“I’ll take it,” he said, folding up the drink menu. “Line ‘em up.”

“Wow, the seeders on you!” Getty laughed, beaming with pride at the confidence in her initially sheepish customer. “Ain’t scared of nothin’ up in them clouds, are you? Alrighty! Yo, Andrea! Need a row of Soursauce for the big bad birthday with the big hanger on ‘em!” Her shouting that across the floor got him to blush and a few of the other waitresses to giggle. Getty gladly upped her game now that he was doing the same.

She returned a minute later with a long tray that cradled six small cups of deeply brown liquid. An identical tray one was in her other hand. The stuff almost reminded Todd of maple syrup if it weren’t so clearly a liquid. Getty hopped into the booth next to him, scooting her thick ass into his hip as she slid the trays in front of him.

“There you go. I give you two before you call it quits,” she teased, leaning her elbows and tits on the table as she watched him curiously.

“Then why’d you bring this many?”

“In case you impress me. Plus, I’m drinking with you.” Getty grinned her needly fangs as she took up one of the glasses. “It’s the end of my shift and the last sucker left a fat tip. I just like the stuff. Now drink like those seeders are for more than breedin’.”

Todd shrugged and took up the delicate little glass. He slurped it down and grimaced as the stuff matched the name. It had a full and bitter flavor that stung his nose to taste. It was like pickled cough medicine. He coughed and set it down before he could finish it.

“You don’t sip it, doofball,” Getty pointed out. She knocked hers back in one swift, almost violent motion. “Boom. One and done. Get it out of the way before it starts haunting your tongue like a shit-tasting ghost.”

“I thought you liked the stuff,” Todd wheezed as he regained his breath.

“And some people like dragon pussy. There’s no accounting for some tastes.” She winked at him and darted her eyes towards his glass. “No halfsies. Finish it if you want my goodies.”

Todd groaned and took the rest of the shot more quickly. It went down easier, but that might have been because the confusing flavor had already hit him. He swallowed and set the glass down with a clink.

“Atta boy, stretch.” Getty rose on one knee, leaning up to kiss him. He’d expected the cheek, but an authoritative little hand turned him towards her and kissed him full on the mouth. She held him against the kiss and he didn’t resist until she plopped back into her seat. It had a hint of the bitter flavor, but it mostly tasted like his Chargers from earlier. He had wondered how much of his drink tasted like actual beer and how much was from the lingering taste of her lips on the bottle.

“Okay…” Todd squeaked.

“Yea, well…” Getty picked up her next glass and raised it towards him. “It’s only uphill from there, buddy. Wanna keep goin’?”

“Absolutely.”

Todd let Getty go first, copying her approach this time around. He choked out a burp as the stuff did go down a little easier but still not especially pleasant. “Gotta open up your throat,” Getty advised. “Though I guess I’d have a little more experience with that. Now c’mon. Bend over for me, big boy.”

Todd hunched his shoulders, not sure how low she wanted him. That proved to be enough as she grabbed the back of his neck and pulled down the front of her top. Her tits were snugly wrapped in a tiny, electric yellow bra that barely covered her nipples. Todd he got to see up close as she pulled his face between her jugs. The faint rubber smell of a sweaty goblin invaded Todd’s nose as she crooked her arms and shook her shoulders, motorboating him between her huge goblin titties. He faintly heard the hoots and laughs of a few nearby patrons and workers, but he was blushing too hard to care. Getty finally let him go, but it was just to take his wrists and force him to grope her. He felt the short, wide and hard nipples against his palms and fingers before she pushed gently on his hands, letting him give them one last caress before he sat back up. She smirked at him and casually pulled her shirt back up to what limited cover it provided.

Todd didn’t wait for her instructions to down another. It made his head spin but it was getting easier (or he was just getting number to it). Getty whistled softly through her painted lips as she took another shot for herself. Todd’s heart was racing while she was still calmly placing her glass back down. She scooted closer until the goblin squeezed her way further into the booth, sitting on his lap. Her hips were much slimmer than her chest, but it was still soft and curvy enough to feel her cheeks squish against his thighs. More importantly, he felt his hard dick slip neatly into her ass crack. Her shorts were low enough that he could feel the warms of her lower back settled against him. She wiggled in place, bobbing his dick around as she got comfortable and smiled over her shoulder.

“Halfway through your first set. Not bad for a first timer,” Getty praised. She picked up one of his shots and tucked it between her tits, nestled neatly in her cleavage. “But the first time’s always fun to see.” She picked up her own shot and gulped it down, eyes locking onto his face. Todd finally went for his shot, daring/clumsy enough to feel around between her breasts before he pulled it out. The Soursauce made his tongue curl until he itched it against his teeth and he had to blink away a few tears.

“Don’t push yourself to hard there, Toddy,” Getty teased as she shifted to rest her hands on his thighs. She leaned back, thrusting out her chest a little more as she squared her shoulders. She ran her hands along his legs and side for a moment, priming him before she shifted towards his leg that was closer to the audience. It let her hips hide her hand from view as it slid down his pants, wrapping her long and talented fingers around his erection. She quirked an eyebrow like she was impressed by what she found.

“Ain’t you the lucky boy,” Getty praised quietly as she curled her fingers to slide his taut skin along his shaft. She slid her hand in deeper, lightly cupping his balls while her thumb and forefinger teased some precum out of him. Todd started to breathe heavily, not wanting to squirm too much and give away her secretive handjob. She gave him a few more slow, silky smooth strokes before she glanced up at him and batted her eyes.

“You wanna finish?” she asked temptingly.

“Hell yes.”

“Then gimme another shot.” Todd obediently gulped down his glass as Getty helped herself to another with her free hand. She didn’t even slow her stroking while she downed her Soursauce. Once she set it back down, she slid out of his lap and under the table. With a shift of her gripping hand she opened Todd’s fly, pulling his cock out to her rather than reaching inside.

Getty settled between his legs, hidden behind the tablecloth as she opened her mouth wide enough for him to count her fangs. Her tongue hooked around his cock before his waitress slurped his dick into her mouth. Her wet maw clamped shut around him, a speck of drool leaking over her lips as her tongue ravished the trapped tip of his cock. She kept her eyes raised, locked onto his as she sucked him off with a slow and steady expertise. Todd slumped into his seat as she blew him under the table, nobody around them seeming to notice or react in any real way. It was possible that only the other waitresses were low enough to see Getty at work, and they were used to it by now.

It was certainly new for Todd as he tried not to squirm. Getty’s lips popped off of him with a faint pressure that made his whole body shiver.

“Tastes better’n Soursauce at least,” she commented, kissing Todd just beneath the head of his shaft. She planted her kisses slowly lower, working her way down his rod and leaving faint prints from her lipstick in her wake. At the very base, her chin bumped against Todd’s balls before she opened her mouth wide again and gulped them down. She gave a soft sigh that blew warm air across his lap, her big ears folding back contently. Getty lightly tensed her mouth and tongue as she stirred his balls around in her mouth, firmly stroking his thick, wet erection. The soft squishing sound marked her rapid rhythm until he started to pulse between her fingers. His throbbing dick was cue enough for her as she popped her mouth off his sack with the same sharp noise and tingling burst as before.

“Take your shot, birthday boy,” Getty purred. She opened her mouth and rolled out her tongue as Todd’s body seemed to obey her commands, squirting a hot stream of cum over her dark purple tongue. Apart from lapping up his thicker spurts, she never gagged or recoiled as she gulped down his cum like a pro. She scooped up a fingerful from her cleavage and sucked from her fingertips. Her lips tightened around her fingers but her eyes curled into a smile in their place. She tucked his cock back into his pants and gently zipped him up as Todd sat back, head spinning from the mix of alcohol and orgasmic bliss.

“I warned you I’d drink you under the table,” she teased as she climbed back into the seats. “You think you can handle a little more, tough guy?”

“Uh… uh huh,” Todd mumbled as he picked up his next shot with a shaky hand. Getty smirked and shook her head.

“Those seeders on you, man… just as big and tasty as I’d imagined.”

Todd downed his shot in sync with Getty, though this time he had to shut his eyes to steady himself. He remembered Getty climbing into his lap, her smiling green face a bit of a blur. He’d lost track of how drunk he was, blacking out shortly after that. By the time he woke up again, he was in a car. He also wasn’t driving.

“Oh, you’re up,” Getty noted as she stopped for a red light. Her driver’s seat was one of those custom jobs that allowed a goblin to drive, but his was big and low enough to hold him or any other sort of bigger creature. The backseat even had enough leg room that you could probably fit a centaur.

“Yea… did I throw up on you?” Todd asked wearily.

“Nah, you took it like a champ. But even champs get knocked out sometimes. We just lugged you out to my car.” She quirked an eyebrow towards a sticker in her windshield that read “Stackers’ Ridem Cowgirls.”

“We’ve got a built-in designated driver thing goin’ on. Sort of a writeoff thing the company does for PR or whatever. I figured you could use a lift.”

“Oh yea. Thanks,” Todd said, his head starting to clear. He looked around and didn’t recognize the neighborhood. “So where am I going?”

“Well, even if you blacked out, you did finish all six shots. I only got you five of your prizes.” She shrugged as she gave him a sideways glance. “So vag or anal? Pick your favorite, cuz I love ‘em both. It’s been a long day and after all that, I am DYIN’ to get pluggin’.”