The smell of wine, beer, and sweat filled the air, almost suffocating. The loud noise of men talking at the top of their voices, drunk and wanton, echoed off the wooden walls of the building. They slammed their fists into tables as they talked, telling far-fetched tales of their greatness.
Beautiful ladies walked the floor, dressed in black-and-white waitress gowns that revealed a bit too much leg and shoulder. Smiles hung on their faces as they carried trays to serve, though most of the smiles seemed forced and heavy to carry.
But to the men that drank here to stupor, it was more than enough, an escape from their homes and wives to live the dream of being served by a fully submissive woman. They fondled the behinds of the waitresses, speaking with lust-filled eyes and yellow teeth that were due for a wash.
