Butler Anon

"Welcome home Mistress!"

>You and a hand full of other guys shout in unison at your newest guest.
>A LizardGirl just walked in, donning a heavy coat and a thick brimmed hat in an attempt to hide herself.
>Although it does nothing to hide her tail, so she's instantly recognizable.
>You wonder why she even bothers, almost every girl in the city comes to these places.
>She flashes an awkward smile, mumbles a feeble "th-thanks" then goes and sits at her usual table, far at the back, in the corner.

"Oh cutie~ Can I get a refill?~"
>A Succubus calls you, shaking the empty glass in her hand, flashing you a trademark grin.
>God you hate this job.
>Obviously, working at a Butler Café wasn't your first occupational choice, but it's the only job you could get in this city with your skill set.
>That skill set being "Has a penis" and not much else.
>Luckily it's enough to get you by, and the tips are pretty decent.
>But to get those tips? That's another story.
>You walk over to the Succubus, trying your hardest to retain a sophisticated demeanour.
>Straight back, warm smile, just how they like it.
"Certainly Miss, I'll just get that for you"
>You turn to leave, but something holds you back.
>She's wrapped her tail around your wrist and is eyeing up at you seductively.
>Oh great, here we go.
>You do your best to retain your fake composure.
"Miss, please do not touch the staff while-"
>She cuts you off with a giggle.
"I'm only teasing you cutie, now go on, off you pop"
>She releases your from her grasp and you quickly go before she can get you again.
"And be quick about it" she calls to you with a wink.

>How about I quickly piss in it, how does that sound?
>Actually, given her depravity, she'd probably enjoy that.
>You fill her drink from the kitchen, sans special ingredients, and bring it back to her table.
"There you go Miss, can I get you anything else?"
>She pretends to ponder for a minute, twirling her finger through her silver hair.
"How much for a slice of you, cutie pie?" She says, pointing at you.
>You do your best fake laugh.
"I don't think that's on the menu Miss, but if you need anything else be sure to tell me"
>You go to leave again, but she grabs you by the collar and pulls you down to her eye level.
"Now, now, don't be so eager to leave me all alone. Can't a girl have a little fun?"
>She's still giving you those sickeningly lewd eyes, causing you to sweat profusely.
"M-miss, I really need to a-attend to the other customers"
>You try and pull away but she just pulls you even closer, now whispering in your ear
"Aww, that's no fun, I don't want to share you~"
>Her hot breath tickles your face, making you squirm, to her great pleasure.
>After a few more intense moments of her grasp, she finally lets you go.
>You stand up and quickly brush yourself down.
"Now, Miss, I really must go."
>You give her a bow, but as you do, you feel a chilly breeze down below.
>Looking down, to your horror, your trousers are now sitting around your ankles.
>You regret wearing your red and white polka dot boxers today.
>All around, various girls are staring at you in your half naked glory.
>A Kraken is violating you with her eyes, and an Oomukade got a nosebleed.
>You quickly pull your trousers back up and run to the staff room, trying to hide your intense embarrassment.
>You look over your shoulder to see the Succubus, your belt in her hand, and a shit eating grin on her face.
>Fuck this job.

>In, the staff room, you find yourself a spare belt and try and regain your composure.
>Something scratches in your pants, and you reach in to find a twenty Dollar bill.
>You sigh to yourself and put it away.
>The things you do for money...

>Once you feel brave enough, you step back out to the dining area.
>Almost instantly, a P'Orc shouts you over to her table.
"Oi, skinny boy, c'mere a sec!"
>She spits whatever she's eating all over as she talks.
>You take a deep breath and make your way over
>Let's get this over with.
"Hello Miss, how can I help you today?"
>She keeps stuffing her face, forgetting she even called you.
>After waiting a few moments for a reply that never comes, you pipe up again.
"Um, Miss?"
>She gives a surprised "Oink" and looks up at you in disbelief.
"Yeah, what?"
>You fight the intense urge to sigh at her stupidity.
"You called me over Miss, how can I help you today?"
>She ponders for a minute while chewing on something absent-mindedly.
"Oh yeah. Right, I want more of your meaty balls"
>She glances at your crotch and licks her lips.
>You feel heat rising in your cheeks as you write down her order.
"Anything else Miss?"
"Ice cream sundae, actually make it three"
>Looking at the empty dishes piled up at her table, she's already had at least a dozen.
"And what sauces would you like on those, Miss?"
>She leans back in her seat, which creaks under her weight.
"Dunno, what sauces ya got?"
>Dammit you fat pig, you know damn well what sauces we have, don't make me read them out.
"W-well, there's "Shota surprise", "Rapeberry Ripple" and we.. w-"
>Your voice falls to a mumble, begging she won't don't make you continue.
"Sorry, what was that last one?" She asks with a smirk.

"We..., dre..."
"Sorry, WHAT?"
>You take a deep breath and try to say, as professionally as possible;
"Wet dream, Miss, it's called "Wet dream"."
>She bellows with laughter, with intermittent Oinks throughout.
"Yeah, sure, gimme three wet dreams, skinny boy"
>You gulp hard as you write it down on your notepad.
>Curse whoever named this awful menu.
>You go the kitchen once again and get her order, bringing back to her table when it ready.
>You haven't even let go of the dishes before she's started stuffing her face again.
>She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a few dollar bills, not once looking away from her meal.
"F'anks, skinny boy"
>She slams them into your hand.
"Run along now" She snorts, patting your ass as you leave.

>Just as you start to recover from that ordeal, you get stopped again.
>A Tentacle grabbed you by the arm as you walked past.
>You trace it back to it's owner, a Tentacle-girl with countless more of the things.
>She nervously looks down, a bright red blush on her face.
"Miss, please could you remove your appendage from my arm?"
>She jumps at your voice and quickly releases you from her grasp.
>A sticky residue covers your arm, which you do your best to ignore.
"S-sorry, I got too excited, I didn't mean to bother you, sorry..."
>She shyly taps two tentacles together in embarrassment.
>For a sickening, perverted, man eating abomination, she's pretty cute.
"It's not a problem, Miss, how can I be of service?"
>She visibly shudders at the word "Service".
"Umm, well I, uh"
>Her eyes dart about the Café, as she stutters out her barely audible nonsense.

"...today's my birthday..."
>She points one her many slimy limbs at a poster on the wall.
>"Ask about our Birthday specials"
>Your heart sinks when you remember what that entails.
>After the day you've had, you'd very much prefer not to do this.
"Certainly Miss, which Butler would you like to see in his "Birthday Suit" today?"
>You hope to all the gods that she doesn't choose you.
"Umm, you, please"
>She chose you.
"You're the cutest" she quietly adds.
>You internally make a revenge plan to the Gods for forsaking you today.

>The "Birthday Suit" consists of nothing but a collar, cuffs, and assless chaps.
>You step out of the dressing room, cake in hand, ass bare to the world.
>Your co-workers give you knowing looks, each and every one glad it isn't him in the suit.
>As you approach her table, the burn of one thousand stares on your back, you start to sing.
"Happy Birthday to you~"
>This is so degrading.
"Happy Birthday to you!"
>Please, make it stop.
"Happy Birthday, dear Mistress"
>When will it end?
"Happy Birthday to you~"
>You place the cake on her table, but she's too busy staring at you to notice it.
>Her mouth is agape as she observes every inch of your scantily clad being.
>She's drooling out of every one of her tentacle-orifices.
>You dread to think how long that'll take to clean up.
"Have a wonderful Birthday, Miss, enjoy your cake."
>She's too stunned with lewd thoughts to reply, and you make your escape back to the staff room.

>As you struggle to regain your breath, collapsed on the staff sofa, you take a quick glance at the clock.
>12:32
>You're still on duty for another five hours.
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>Another day working at the Butler-Café...
>The place is packed today, girls of all varieties filling the tables.
>You're carrying a heavy tray, loaded high with beverages.
>You drop them off at each table with a practised routine, not giving any opening for a customer to grab you.
"Here's your "Tender Loving" Miss."
"And a "Gropefruit punch" for you, please enjoy!"
>The Minotaur you're serving tries to call you back, but you've already made it to the other side of the room.
>Sorry Miss, no shenanigans today, I've got a schedule to keep.
>You continue your route at a brisk pace.
>You're on such a good roll, you didn't notice your imminent doom fast approaching.
>That doom being a careless Wurm's huge tail.
>You trip and fall, face first, onto the floor.
>Drinks spill everywhere, making a huge mess of both the Café and your clothing.
>You struggle to your feet and quickly set about picking up the glasses.
"I am very sorry Miss, please forgive my clumsiness."
>She doesn't respond, which makes you very nervous.
>Having an angry Wurm tear up the place would be much less than ideal.

>You pluck up enough courage to look up from the floor.
>To your surprise, however, you are met with a face of arousal, not anger.
>The Wurm is staring at your chest with a lewd expression, tongue dangling out of her grinning mouth.
>You glance down to see what she's so happy about.
>The accident has left your shirt soaking wet, and VERY sticky.
>It's gone incredibly see through, and is clinging to your body.
>You slowly look up again, trying to retain some level of formality.
>The Wurm has moved closer to you, stretching herself forward to ogle you as best she can.
>You rise to your feet and quickly try to make an escape.
"I am so sorry Miss, I'll get you a replacement right away"
>Unfortunately, you weren't fast enough, she's already coiled herself around you, all the way up to the waist.
"No need, I'll just take this one"
>She pulls you up against her, and proceeds to lick you clean, down to the very last drop.

>You really need a raise.