Under The Table Bondage Sex Amenity
The gastropub was, as everyone agreed, a terrible shithole. The food sucked, the booze sucked worse, the decor was generally shit, and worse, everything was way too expensive. But the place had one redeeming feature. The kitchen staff, reliant on pooled tips, kept careful tabs on the earnings of the waitresses. And once a week, the lowest-tipped girl got served up as a tableside sex amenity at the chef’s table in the kitchen. No extra charge for the sex appetizer or for the sex desert:
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