Ceri re-entered the main room, fresh knickers ready. Scanning the room she could see one of the waitresses getting fucked on a table, others chatting to clients. She looked for Sara, who sat legs crossed, sipping wine, at the hostess' left-hand side. She looked relaxed, at ease with all she saw.

As Ceri walked out she felt a hand on her arm, her head turned to see an older gentleman smiling at her. Ceri stopped and returned the smile.

"Hello, Ceri!" He had an eloquent voice, a locked accent, though she still wondered how everyone knew her name. "My two friends and I have a proposition for you if you're interested?" Looking behind him, two other gentlemen stood, similar age, immaculately dressed. The two men moved forward, flanking Ceri.

He went on to explain, "My two friends and I have a particular request to make of you?" Ceri looked at him inquisitively.

"We'd like to cum on you, face, tits, hair, no penetration, just a little helping hand from you, that's all! Shall we say fifty pounds each?"

Ceri looked at the men, not unattractive, and £150 to help them cum on her, didn't seem to bad. She was about to agree when she heard a familiar voice.

"Hello Major!" Sara's arm slid around Ceri's waist. "I hope you're not trying to get the new girl on the cheap again are you?" The major smiled weakly. Sara turned to Ceri. "Unless I'm mistaken, they want to cum on you? That means uniform off, bra off and thirty minutes in the shower to freshen up! That's worth £70 each plus £20 for the bra. Do we agree, major?"

The major looked embarrassed as £230 was passed to Sara, who glanced disapprovingly at the major as she returned to her seat.

Ceri smiled as Sara left, leaning forward she rubbed the cocks of each of the men through their trousers. Nothing she hadn't done before, just not three at once. A cushion was thrown on the floor together with a handkerchief. Removing the uniform, placing it safely away before she, once again knelt.

The three gentlemen had lowered their trousers and had begun wanking as she reached behind and unclasped her bra.

She held her bra in situ as the men wanked, she looked, open-mouthed at them all, before dropping the bra to the floor, then heard some cheers of approval.

She pushed her tits together, offering them to each of the men in turn as they furiously tugged their cocks in front of her face. Ceri smiled wickedly.

A loud cheer came from the assembled, Ceri glanced and saw a naked waitress smiling as she ran past to the changing room. Returning to her task she heard the major grunt "balls!" Ceri cupped his balls squeezing them a little as the Major shot his hot jizz on Ceri's tits. She was impressed by the amount too, as she slowly released his balls.

"Wipe yourself with the bra!" The major ordered, Ceri did so, handing the cum soaked bra to the major. He pulled up his trousers and stuffed the bra in his pocket before sitting, watching. One of the men moved closer to her face, she looked up him, mouth closed as she stroked his balls. Recognising the telltale signs, she closed her eyes before a hot cum stream landed on her face and eye.

Letting his spent balls go, he wiped his cum covered cock in Ceri's hair. She thought that a bit much but couldn't complain, it had been agreed. Picking up the handkerchief she wiped the cum from her eye before focusing on the final cock. She looked up, grinning at him, her cum-stained face glistening. Ceri opened her mouth in front of him, squeezing, yet another pair of balls.

Her mouth snapped shut before a third load landed on her cheek and neck.

Ceri stood, topless, as the cum rolled down her face, grinning at her three customers. She held that pose a while, before grabbing her uniform and, holding it above her head, ran to the changing room. Many eyes watching Ceri's bouncing tits. The girl who had run past her earlier was leaving as Ceri entered, "Nice work Ceri!" she said as she left. Ceri wondered why everyone knew her name? She stuffed her dirty knickers in her locker and showered.

Ceri stood in the shower. Her hair needed shampooing, once again Sara was right, it was going to take time to get ready to go back out. Her shower finished, a towel wrapped around her as she dried her hair. Another girl ran past her naked and jumped in the shower. Ceri sat, laughing, madness, utter fucking madness!

She got dressed and looked at the clock, at ten pm. She still had about three hours of this. Once again, minimal makeup as she walked back out. It seemed some had left, and some fresh faces had joined. Ceri had only managed to pass three tables when she heard her name called, she stopped to look in the direction of two gentlemen.

"We've got a proposition for you Ceri!" Still, she wondered how everyone knew her name as she looked quizzically at the gentlemen, one of whom was holding an empty beer glass.

"£50 if you fill it for us," Ceri thought that was exceptional, just to bring him a beer.

"With your fresh pee, Ceri!" Clarification brought her a dilemma, as this was not her thing.

This, she thought wasn't the time for moral issues, it was just a piss. She checked, yeah she could physically manage it. She picked up the envelope, stuffed it into her work bag, and grabbed the glass. Her latest clients smiled as she pulled her knickers down to her ankles before squatting over a towel.

Positioning the glass under her she was surprised how easy it was to pee in front of two strangers, and a public place. Her stream ended as she put the glass back on the table and pulling up her knickers, smiling. She had no tissue so she'd need to wash and change her knickers, again!

"Another £50 if you take a sip!" Ceri smiled, shook her head, and walked away.

She didn't get very far.

"Did you just piss for those two Ceri?" Another couple smiled at her as Ceri confirmed she did. "It's just, my husband didn't see you wipe?" Ceri looked at her, she had more gold than Ceri possessed. She told her she didn't have a tissue and she was on her way to wash and change. The lady took her hand and whispered something to her husband, who smiled.

"We'll give you twenty pounds for them Ceri?" She was catching on, slowly how these things work. She lifted her short skirt displaying the damp patch in the front of her knicks, two pairs of eyes focussed on her wetness before Ceri declared they'd be thirty pounds. Notes were hastily stuffed into an envelope, prior to Ceri handing over her pissy knickers, before returning to the restroom.

Ceri had to wait for a little, both showers were in use by girls washing and chatting.

All so very casually as they washed the cum off them or from inside them.

She was glad of the break as she calculated she'd made over four hundred pounds and hadn't been fucked yet. One of the girls walked past her, her cunt and arse red, probably from a spanking.

She surprised herself by the casual manner she'd learned to accept these things.

Was this her new normal?