It does pay to Tip by Christa email me Christa352@hotmail.com The consequences of not tipping adequately are not pleasant... She had his neck in a tight grip and she could smell the stench of alcohol on his breath, it was making her feel sick to the stomach. She increased the pressure around him, crushing him in her mighty headlock. "You heap of shit" she told him "Next time I serve you a drink, I want at least a $5 tip....you think $1 is adequate?? Think again sunshine!!" Then she put both her arms around his chest, her bare breasts pressing into his back and she proceeded to squeeze and squeeze him in her incredibly powerful arms. Until his face began to turn a bright shade of red... She was not aware of the sea of blank faces of the other patrons around them observing this scene. The music thudded in the background, stale smoke drifted around the ceiling, but her concentration was entirely on the guy entrapped in her crushing embrace. "Do you think scum such as yourself are a pleasure to serve?" she continued, her voice icy cold "Do you think I work in this topless bar, exposing my beautiful breasts to scum like you for a measly $1 tip?" She pushed him away from her with a heave causing him to fall drunkenly to the ground. She stood there hands on her hips...a very intimidating sight at 5 feet 8 inches...175 pounds. Its not that she was incredibly big, she was just extremely well built, so very muscular. Her upper body was naked her breasts stood full, high and firm, nipples erect. Her back was hard and rigid and she was as solid as a rock. Her biceps bulged and her skin was glowing. She wore a tiny black mini skirt with a white frilly pinny overtop tied loosely from behind. Fishnet stockings covered her huge firm thighs and nicely curved calves. A gold chain emphasised well shaped ankles. Black 4 inch stiletto heels completed her attire. Her long black hair was caught up in a tight bun and this along with a black choker accentuated her long slender neck. Tendrils of hair fell down her bare back. Her deep blue eyes were icy cold as she stared down at the drunk businessman on the floor with contempt. "Do you think I actually enjoy having drunken 'suits' such as yourself with your 5 o'clock shadows in here leering at me, pinching my ass, making crude suggestions to me, trying to feel me up, having me in your imagination while you jerk off in the mens room for A MEASLY $1 TIP?!?!?" He was dumbfounded by this verbal attack. He attempted to get to his feet, but it wasn't to be. She casually lifted her leg, stretched out her toes, and flexed it, making her leg muscles jump. She placed her stiletto heel against his chest and pushed him back on to the floor, her spiky heel digging into his flesh. "Not just yet scumbag, I haven't finished with you yet!! I'm gonna teach you a little lesson about appreciating working class people, about not taking people for granted" She stood over him feet either side of his hips, took some deep long slow breaths and pushed back her shoulders to make her upper body expand. She saw his eyes widen and his mouth drop open as she slowly and surely clenched her fist bent her elbow and flexed her arm causing her muscles to grow enormous before his eyes. "It costs a lot of money to maintain my body shape" she told him "a whole lot of money, and $1 tips are just not satisfactory! Look at you" her eyes narrowed, sizing him up, looking him up and down "I bet you are on a huge salary, have a Jaguar parked in the garage, a bach at the seaside, a glamorous wife, 2.5 kids, and a closet full of designer suits...and you can't even give a DECENT TIP!!" She reached down and pulled him up to his feet. She drew him into her arms and reached behind him and pulled him hard into her body her nails clawing into his back. She then grasped her own hands together, entwining her fingers behind him and held him in an all encompassing bear hug. She nestled his face between her full hard breasts, ignoring his groans of protest and she used her powerful pec muscles to crush his head, smothering him between her womanly melons...and she held him there, continuing to crush his face with all her strength, at the same time pulverising his ribs with her muscular, powerful limbs. The sound of his muffled cries finally caused her to release her grip of him and his knees buckled and he slumped to the ground, mouth open, gasping for breath like a fish out of water. "Take this TIP from me Mister...share some of your wealth around next time!!" she sneered at him and she casually stepped over his slumped form and began to gather up glasses and a full ashtray from a nearby table to the amazement of the other business men patrons, who automatically began to search their pockets for change.