Author's Note

Contains: A dumbed down Sandbar, a more aggressively sexual Hooters, public indecency, an HR nightmare, and a different kind of precum covered tip.

Day 4 - Clothing/Uniform (Sandbar)

Sandbar couldn’t help but smile at his customers, bringing his arms up for a double bicep flex for their viewing pleasure.

Quite literally, he couldn’t help it. It bore down on him like an instinct that came as naturally as breathing.

‘The customer’s pleasure is your pleasure~’

‘You love to show off~’

‘StudBoys don’t think, we flex and serve~’

As his customers, a trio of originally brash but now blushing stallions, slid cash into his bulging, skimpy orange speedo, Sandbar giggled dumbly as thanks and thrusted his hips towards the most embarrassed looking one. He turned to walk away, and as he did so he felt his fat bubble butt get groped and spanked.

Without hesitation or thinking, which wasn’t hard for the dumb stud he’d become, he dropped his speedo and flashed his bare cheeks to the needy studs. In front of him, his half-hard cock flopped free and lazily drooled precum onto the floor below. It may have drenched his forgotten tip money, but he knew none of that mattered in the face of his customers’ pleasure.

“You guys like what ya see?” Sandbar giggled as he sat back onto their table, shoving aside their food and drink with his large, perky behind. “If ya want, I could totally, like, take a break and show ya what this ass could really do~”

Though they may have bashfully turned him down, the strained and leaky tents in their pants was enough for Sandbar to know he was sure to get one heck of a tip before they left.

And maybe a phone number or two~

Hopping off the table, Sandbar took delight in waggling his ass as he walked away, forgetting his bottom wear entirely. It was fine, one of the stallions scooped it up and stowed it away for another day.

All in a day’s work for a StudBoy like Sandbar, still repping the company’s logo on a shirt that strained across his sizable, sweaty pecs and erect nipples.

He couldn’t remember why he’d applied for this job in the first place, perhaps it was on a dare or he was saving up for something, but as he got distracted by his bulging muscles while passing a mirror he only knew one thing.

He loved his job.

And maybe Gallus would love it too~