Shortly after the spring break, the work I did for Karl changed back into the sort of events I had started originally. It seemed that the burlesque events and the wife-swapping parties were a winter filler, in more ways than one. The calendar soon got busy, and my waitresses and I were as active as ever. I still used the van for street food at lunchtime.
Generally, the work was split into four types of parties, each with their differences. The simplest and most common was the bridegroom party. They were mostly tame and the stripper element happened right at the end. We focussed at these parties on providing good food and our uniforms were tame as well, unless asked for. They didn't turn me on often.
We also did a similar product but with male strippers. The women at these events were more demanding, and knew exactly what they wanted. The strippers were a lot hotter, and a lot more interaction took place. We often had more revealing clothes, and there were normally lesbians there, who loved touching us up. They were a lot of fun and very horny.
The cosplay events were the best, they worked mostly like the burlesque evenings. There were more guys than girls at these events and they generally followed the same script. In the beginning, everyone chose a costume to wear from the racks of them, that Karl provided. Once in costume, the first half of the event involved friends checking each other's costumes out and generally smiling a lot.
We were able to feed them quite easily. However, as the alcohol intake went up, they got hungry, so we had to work pretty hard. There came a tipping point, where once their hunger was sated, they started to notice that the waitresses giving them their food, were not wearing a lot. With the booze inside, they started to want a lot more than food.
It seemed odd, but generally, the guys held themselves back, and it was the women in the crowd who started to explore the waitress's boundaries. Whatever the women got away with, the men followed. It was rather fortunate for the customers, that the allowable limits that my girls and I were prepared to accept, were much further than were generally explored.
Not that we minded, we were very happy to be fondled, mostly because the strippers arrived, before the level of groping got out of hand. It was more than enough to make my nipples painfully erect and my juices flow copiously. Access to my body was not normally restricted, so any effort on my part to limit a hand from straying, seemed pretty odd.
With the help of our new costume designer, the coverage of the 'uniform' was a lot more explicit than the ones that Karl had originally supplied. We also introduced the concept of using nipple clamps to keep a bra in place. The strippers though, were generally the end of the torture our bodies were subjected to.
The crowd wandered off to watch them, leaving us able to clear up without a problem. Once everything was in the van, we would wander through the crowd one last time to collect any missing crockery or cutlery. The groping in that last pass through the crowd was borderline out of hand, which is why it was the best. Save the best to last I always say.
The last type of party was a little more worrying because there were generally, no limits made to the customers. Here smaller parties of guys were entertained by hookers, not strippers. This was generally in someone's house. However, the guys understood the difference between us and the hookers, so kept their hands reasonably under control. But only just.
I was enjoying my changed role, wearing the same costumes as the waitresses, and getting groped and touched up as much as they were last summer. The only slight difference was that our costumes were a little bit skimpier than last year. Often we didn't bother with any underwear at all. It did mean that we ended up a lot naughtier, and I always brought a box of condoms along, for the girls to use if a guy turned them on.
I was a goodish girl, just fingers allowed to touch me. Of course, I talked to Edward about exactly what had happened. Initially, I had not mentioned everything, and the subsequent sex was more ordinary. In the end, I made up a few things that had happened, to one of the girls, as if it had been me. He fucked me hard then, so I generally exaggerated.