I work with a women only, a coven of lesbians. I’m not full lesbian, but I will date the right girl. In any event, once upon a time I had never dated a girl.
I was working the evening shift, got off at nine, at a steak place. There was a girl working there, Heather. She was experienced and she took me under her wing to teach me. Her motto, only tables that tip. And to get better tips, then use your tits. Put your tits in their face, men or women, women also tip for tits. I didn’t believe her, but it’s true. I’m well enough endowed that I can get a lot tits up into a man’s face if he is sitting. So one night, she shoved me and told me to for gold, those men wanted tits for dinner.
I was standing beside this man, he was looking straight at my tits. I said something like ‘hey, eyes up here’ and he said ‘tits down here’. I let him run his hands over my tits, just stood there while he did it. ‘Had enough’ I asked him, and he shoved his face between my tits. That’s when Heather came over, ‘enough, those are my tits, not yours, that’s my girlfriend’. ‘Aw shit’ said the man, a couple of lesbos. No tips at that table.
I wanted an explanation. Heather stood me straight and said only she had the rights to my tits, they could look, not touch. That’s when I found out what a lesbian wants to do with you. I won’t say I had never been touched, but not like that. I got kisses everywhere, even where you don’t expect kisses. To let me know that wherever she kissed me belonged to her. Whether I wanted to or not I was now her girlfriend, with full liberties.
I worked with Heather for over a year, and between us we made lots of tips. Men like nipples, so give them nipples. Men like pussy slit, so give them pussy slit. But Heather never once let some ‘man’ touch me. Her tits, her slit, for Heather only.
