Very Impatient on a sex fanstay

"Some clients may want a specific waitress to serve them. Some may just like the way you look when they arrive, others may like the look of costume. Tonight's attending clients requested the costumes you wear tonight. If they do request you to wait upon them you will feel your bracelet vibrate and on the small panel a booth number will appear." Bridget pointed to the glowing numbers marked above each booth around the perimeter of the club.

"I'm sorry Bridget," one girl dressed as the genie dared to interrupt, "what if you are already serving someone else?"

Bridget raised an eyebrow but choose to answer, "Actually I reasonable question my dear," she said nodding in approval. "One the side of the bracelet you have received in a small button, push that once if you are unable to attend and hold it down if you need assistance or are in trouble. Leon here with assist you in that case." Bridget gestured towards the Security Guard who folded his arms imposingly.

"The bartender who has been serving you name is Greg. Please do not waist your time talking to Greg. He is a lovely young man but you are being paid to serve the clients, always remember that."

Leon placed his hand to his ear once again at what I guessed was an earpiece and made another move toward Bridget but she waved him away obviously guessing his intent and message.

"Ok the doors are about to open, position yourself in the order of you bracelet number, from left to right. Greg will pass you a card with your corresponding number on it to hold once you've sat in your correct order. I will now greet our guests. Remember we want them to never want to leave girls!"

With that she turned and move purposefully towards the darkness beyond the dance floor and what we assumed was the entrance to the exclusive club. Music began to play while we moved into position and took our cards from Greg who gave me a wink. I smiled nervously back at him before adjusting my outfit and positioning myself in what I hoped was an alluring way.