Beefers Steakhouse (Patreon)

Well first off, I swear I’m getting the Halloween slasher fight up this month. It should come real fast all at once the way I’ve been lining things up. I wanted to make a point to finish up existing projects I’d started rather than fire up new ones, so this is another piece I’ve had in the works I wanted to get a proper start on. 

Long story short, it’s Pizza Thot as a steakhouse. The food-service business with sexy servers makes for an easily colorful cast and a very fast excuse for why everyone’s fucking throughout the story. Gats had asked me to make up an OC recently anyway (and made passing comment of drawing the Beefers girls), so felt like I should make good on the roster I posted a while back. It’s slightly sillier than Pizza Thot tends to go, so the ideas that are too strange or pointless for a proper PT story will probably go here. Or if there’s a stretch with Gobbosoft’s other settings, I’ll probably start prodding at Beefers here to fill in that instinct. It was tough but fun to fill in some characters that didn’t cross over with the PT crew in particular.

There's a few more characters to show, but didn't want to flood the story with them on the first run. Hinted at a few from the roster that should show up.

Beefers was a small chain of steakhouses with one for every few states. It had a slight country charm to it that kept people visiting and made a tidy profit. In particular, the one set up along the upper east Coast did very well for itself. The higher ups didn’t ask why the customers seemed to tip so highly, content to pocket their cut and keep quiet. Like the slogan said, “It’s always a good time at Beefers.”

“Fuckin’ dammit!” Fran LaBraun shoved the phone back into its stand. The mature manager had broken a few phones when she was especially riled. Her hands and arms were visibly large and solid, and she still scheduled off work once in a while to participate in any local strongman competitions. It mostly showed in her arms, but her reddish-blonde hair was kept long and ran down her broad shoulders. A wide pair of breasts went almost as far while her stocky hips and ass could knock a drink off a table when she wasn’t careful. She was clad in the usual (if casual) attire of a Beefers employee, with tight-fitting jeans hugging her juicy thighs while a black v-neck showed off some of her deep cleavage.

“What’s wrong, ma?” Patty leaned back into view of the kitchen. Fran’s daughter seemed to have taken the best parts of her folks, a tall and slightly chubby girl. Most of her weight showed in her big tits and ass, often seen drinking with a glass in between her F cups to keep her hands free. Her pouty lips pursed out even when she smiled, and a bright blonde ponytail bobbed behind the rest of her tanned and jiggly body. She wore jeans like her mom, but Patty actively kept her shirt a size or two lower to show off a bit of her slim belly.

“Got another jackass phone call about the name,” Fran huffed.

“One of them fart fetish fellah come askin’?”

“Who the hell would do that AND run a restaurant in it! Use your heads, people!” Fran snapped. “Suck their dick and let ‘em fuck your ass? Sure! That’s sanitary. You can clean up from that. If they wanted me to sit…” Fran trailed off and looked past Patty. She never minded cursing in front of the customers. It was never a PG sort of place since Mama LaBraun took over. Alexa, the short and chubby redhead who worked the front, was sitting down a young couple.

“Patty! Ya got customers atcher table,” she reminded her with a nod in their direction.

“Aw dang! Thanks, ma!” Patty scurried off, figuring she couldn’t play as dumb around her mom. She ran a tight ship for a place that specialized in country themes, decent steaks and sex for money. Patty was a capable kind of girl who could fix an engine or beat a man twice her weight into the dirt, but she would have been just as content to live her life doing nothing but lazing around the house. That said, if she had to have any sort of job, she was glad it was one she could have fun at. She didn’t even have to cover up her Southern accent.

“Hey, y’all! Welcome to Beefers! Can I getcha somethin’ ta drink?” Patty smiled at the cute-looking man and woman. In Patty’s tastes, it was pretty hard to find someone she didn’t find cute. So long as they had a dick or pussy for her to enjoy… or both, if she was really lucky.

“Heya,” the girl answered with an excited grin on her face. “I’ll have a ginger ale. It’s our first time here, so do we just order with you, or…?”

“Well that explains why I don’t recognize such a pretty face!” Patty giggled. She leaned into the table to press one of her hefty breasts against the boy’s cheek.  “So the menus all got a coupla things on ‘em. Got your calories and and your prices, and it’s got them colored checks next to ‘em. Down at the bottom it tells you what kinda sexy stuff that comes with. So how ‘bout you handsome? Somethin’ to getcher whistle nice and wet?”

“Yea, just a Yuengling,” he said, glancing at her rack before looking over the menu with earnest.

“Sounds great. I’ll get right back to ya’ll with that.” Patty strolled back behind the bar to get the drinks. She wasn’t watching too closely as she went because her massive rack smacked right into an even bigger pair. Linda cringed and let out a short breath as she nearly spilled her tray of shots from the resulting jiggle fest.

“Hmph!” Patty huffed, turning her nose up at the other girl. “Watch where y’all are goin’, Lin.”

“It’s fine. I didn’t drop anything,” Linda replied calmly. Her family was a mix of Indian and African heritage, giving her a deeply dark skintone. Her slightly lighter hair was a mix of thick curls in the front and several tighter braids woven into the back. She wore the usual jeans and t-shirt look, but her listless gaze showed she lacked the same extroverted energy that Patty showed. She certainly did well with the customers all the same; some people came just for that dismissive attitude of hers. …but most of them came because she was the only person Patty knew who was even bustier than she was. Her pornstar-level H cups looked like she was doing an awful job of stealing a pair of watermelons compared to Patty’s volleyballs. Patty didn’t always handle the news well.

“Well that was a good catch,” Patty huffed as she turned to let Linda pass. “Just what I’d expect from my rival!”

“Still not your rival, Pat,” Linda sighed.

“I don’t believe you!” Patty shouted dramatically. The apathetically juggy girl shrugged, bouncing her rack before she went back to her table. She bent over to rest her rack on the surface as she passed out her shots, leaving Patty to her business. She swung back around to her own table, delivering their drinks and smiling as she saw their blushing faces. That was usually a good sign.

“Y’all look like you’ve decided,” Patty teased with a curl of her pouty lips. “What can I getcha?”

“We decided to go with The Skewer,” the girl said with an excitedly awkward smile.

“That one’s great!” Patty praised. “Y’all want that as an appetizer or bring that out while you eat?”

“We’ll take it first,” the lady of the group continued.

“Perfect! Nice way for a cute couple like yourselves to work up an appetite.” Patty jotted down the last of their meal and dropped it off by the kitchen before she came right back. Patty didn’t give them much of a warning before she leaned over and kissed the woman, wrapping her arm around her shoulders to pull her into the lengthy embrace. Her bigger breasts dwarfed the visitor’s, burying the under the juicy flesh as her full lips and thick tongue pushed their way into her mouth. The dark-haired young woman moaned and melted in her grasp and Patty opened her eyes to wink at the man across the table. He was watching with wide-eyed attention, and Patty confirmed that he was enjoying himself as she slid her hand under the table, brushing over the bulge in his shorts. She gave it a firm squeeze before sliding her hand inside his shorts to get a more direct feel of his erection.

Even without looking, Patty expertly handled his dick without even bumping against the table legs. She kept putting on a show as she simultaneously pleased his girlfriend. Patty was always glad to get some extra attention, whether from a paying customer or just some prying eyes on the street. She never seemed to stick with one person long enough to actually get a boyfriend, so the fact that Linda was dating the bartender just made Patty even more jealous.

Patty lifted up the girlfriend’s shirt, popping one of her smallish tits from her bra. The curvy country girl wrapped her puckered lips around the excited nipple, lightly pressing her teeth against the soft skin until the modest girl couldn’t help but let out a passionate moan. Patty giggled playfully before she kissed her way down the woman’s belly, finally reaching her knees in front of her lap. Patty shifted beneath the table, which was high enough that even a tall girl like her could fit beneath when she went to all fours. Each hand pulled on one customer’s lap, lowering the boy’s shorts, the woman’s skirt and both of their underwear in one smooth motion. With both of them effectively stripped from the waist down, Patty shifted her hips until they plopped over the boyfriend’s lap. She shifted around until she leveled his cock between her ass cheeks, grinding against his stiff and leaking cock before giving one higher thrust, stuffing him deep into her invitingly wet pussy.

“Ooh! You got a good fella there, missy,” Patty praised as she winked at the girl. “Betcha he makes you feel all types of purdy.” She didn’t wait for an answer before she buried her face in the other girl’s snatch, slowly sliding her tongue up her slit like a hungry dog.  The girlfriend gasped and crossed her legs, squeezing her thighs around the chesty blonde’s face like she never wanted Patty to leave. Patty was glad to oblige as she kept slurping wetly, plunging her tongue into her customer’s folds until she could spiral it against her clit.

Patty just moaned in delight as she was effectively spitroasted by her customers. It was why she always loved it when her customers ordered The Skewer. It was centered around her while pretty easy to do. The boyfriend kept pounding her thick ass cheeks, bumping her into his girlfriend to tongue even deeper. That slid her across the girl’s clit, making her hump back and push Patty’s hips back on his cock. It kept her in constant motion, her hefty boobs sliding between the girl’s legs and even brushing her hard nipples against the floor.

The stocky gal did better than she was planning. With her thick cheeks clapping against the boy’s lap, the extra friction quickly got him cumming into her pussy. Patty let out a surprised squeal, arching her back and curling her tongue. The flexing appendage pressed and curled against the girlfriend’s clit, and seeing her boyfriend cumming pushed her over the edge as well. Patty tensed as they squirted hot girlcum over her pouty lips and thick tongue.

“Wow… you too?” the boyfriend asked as he smiled over at his girl.

“Yea... oh! But she’s not as good as you, sweetie,” she said with a wink.

“I’ll just have to try harder next time,” Patty giggled as she slid out from under the table. She easily popped her hips off the customer’s cock and tugged her pants back up. “Y’all’s orders should be up pretty soon, so just gimme a holler if you need any refills~.” 

“Pat! Driveby!”

A firm whack against her ass got the big girl to jump. She spun around as Jackie rolled past her, smirking at her confidently. Being wheelchair-bound didn’t keep Jackie from being a playful bitch. She was on the lean side with freckles and a small chest compared to the rest, but her dyed green hair, several tattoos, and her cocky grin made it clear she was always up for the fun kind of trouble. She made a bold first impression, and an even stronger second one when you noticed she had crudely carved “Immortal” into the side of her chair.

The customers giggled at the display as Jackie rotated her chair to hold up the tray of their food.

“Thank ya, Jack,” Patty giggled along. “I can always use a little somethin’ to wake me up after a biggun’ like that one. Lookin’ like it might be a busy night.”

“Wouldn’t worry about that too much. Looks like Linda’s got the worst of it tonight.” Jackie set down the plates as she nodded towards the other side of Beefers. Patty followed her gaze and saw the darker, bustier waitress squatting in front of another table. Five boys were crowded around her, a cock wrapped up in each of her hands. She had her mouth opened wide to hold two dicks in her mouth, bulging her cheeks outward while the last held her meaty tits, bounding them up and down around his dick. Even taking five men at once and with one shooting his load over her cheek, Linda still looked rather as bland and unphased as usual.

“Grr… that Linda,” Patty huffed.

“Yea, she’s a giver, huh?” Jackie asked with a knowing grin. Patty’s jealousy and professional rivalry with Linda was always good for a laugh as far as she was concerned. 

“She’s such a showoff,” Patty grumbled. “Oh, but y’all enjoy your meal! If y’all don’t need anything, I’ma clean up and check back in on ya in a bit, okay?”

“Definitely. Thanks,” the boyfriend agreed as the started to dig into their meals. Patty flashed them a smile, letting Jackie move on to her own customers and heading back to the company showers. There were some nights where it was too busy to bother cleaning up (and sometimes she just liked the feeling of carrying some cum inside her), but she could use a minute to cool off. She stripped down and tossed her uniform aside, wrangling her massive breasts out of her equally oversized bra and entering the large shower stall. It wasn’t standard fare for a restaurant, but it was certainly better than having everyone walk around their food smelling like sex all day.

She had just finished rinsing off and scrubbing the cum out of her vagina when she heard the curtain between the shower and the locker room open. She glanced up and frowned as Linda entered, the bustier girl paying her no mind. She clearly had bigger concerns. There were several thick streaks of white all across her skin, standing out against her dark hair and complexion. Linda gave her a casual nod before simply turning on her shower.

“Busy night?” Patty asked with a slight edge to her voice.

“It’s not that bad. They were a bunch of quickdraws tonight. Just wanted to get that out of the way,” Linda dismissed. She shrugged, making her breasts wobble and splashing some of the cum off her rack. “How about you?”

“I’m fine,” Patty insisted, turning away from her self-declared rival with a pout. “I had a cute couple and they came really big to me too.”

“Not what I’m asking. Did you cum?”

That made Patty’s stern expression drop. She bit her lip as she realized how pent up she was. The customers doubleteaming her had been nice, but even with the stranger’s cum scrubbed out of her, she was still plenty wet.

“I thought so. You need to take your time once in a while,” Linda calmly explained. “Otherwise you’re going to just build yourself up all night and get crabbier and hornier.”

“And what? You don’t?”

“I have Eddie,” she said bluntly. “If I need anything, he’s more than happy to handle me after a hard night. So to speak, anyway.” Linda maintained her composed expression but she did seem to instinctively rub her pussy. The beefy jock behind the bar was much more lively than she was, so Patty had often wondered what they saw in each other. Besides giant titties and dick of course.

“Well don’t worry about me,” Patty insisted, turning away from her coworker. “I’ve been here longer’n you, and I’m doing just fiiIIIIIINE~!” 

Pattie straightened up as Linda reached around her hips. Her big breasts mashed against the country girl’s back, bracing her wet chest against her as she groped Patty’s pussy. 

“See? You’re soaking wet down here. You need to take better care of yourself. I know you know how, ever since I found you masturbating the break room. Maybe if you didn’t make up that stupid rivalry thing...”

“I didn’t make it up,” Patty tried to huff but Linda really did know what she was doing between her legs. 

“Okay,” Linda dismissed just as quickly and far less heatedly. She squeezed a hand about the blonde girl’s breast, squishing and lightly bouncing it as two fingers curled around her clit. Her wet fingertips slid up and down either side rapidly. “Geez, and the size of this thing… you need to get that clit under control before it takes all the blood from your brain.” 

Patty might have argued, but to Linda’s credit, she wasn’t up for much thinking right now. Her painted nails teased the walls of her pussy while her fingertips rapidly tapped her clit. It kept sending numbing pulses up Patty’s hips that had her all but ragdolling against her coworker, arching her back against Linda’s beanbag chairs of tits. With one more firm press and flourish of her fingers, Patty let out a heated howl. She grabbed Linda’s hair for balance, squeezing a handful of her dreads to stay upright. Her hips pushed out aggressively far as her tits wobbled in Linda’s hand, her pouty lips stuck open while her eyelids fluttered. Her stocky legs wobbled for a few seconds before finally bracing them under herself again.

“That better?” Linda asked.

“Yea…” Patty mewled dizzily.

“Can you stand?” 

“Yea…” she repeated.

“Good. I’ve got to get back to my table.” Linda gave her a gentle push, and once she confirmed Patty was back up she gave herself a quick once over with some body wash. “Your couple’s probably wondering where you are too. Not all of us can ride on the fact that your mom owns the restaurant.”

Linda quickly rinsed Patty’s warm cum from her hands before shaking out her hair. She switched off the shower and went to grab a towel on the far side of the room, rapidly drying herself off.

“Right…” Patty muttered as she regained her wits. “So, uh… Linda?”

“Yea, Pat?”

“About whatcha said… I still ain’t givin’ up on beatin’ ya! I’ll bang twice as many dudes as you do tonight! Y’hear me!?”

Linda sighed and rolled her eyes. “Cool. I DO not care,” she repeated and went to get dressed. Linda really did treat Beefers like any other job, but the competition between them really meant all sorts of things to their coworkers. Jackie thought it was hilarious. Francine thought it was a great excuse to get Patty motivated about her job. The cute busboy Billy thought it was cute unless Patty got in the competitive mood and he got caught up in the crossfire. As for her boyfriend...

“Sup, girl?” Eddie beamed at his girlfriend as she slid him a tray of empty glasses. He was tall, brawny and hung, stuffing his tight jeans and snug-fitting shirt with slicked black hair. He was also about as smart as he looked. Linda liked that most of all. She was a dull and straightforward girl at heart. She wasn’t looking for a complicated guy.

“More beers for table 2,” she reminded him in her same unflappable tone. “I just washed off their bukake so they’re probably getting their fluids back.”

“Five at once, huh?” Her brawny boyfriend raised an eyebrow at the table full of guys. “Nice. That’s my girl. Knew you could handle ‘em.”

Linda smirked as he got to work refilling her drinks. They had known each other before Beefers opened, and had signed up together. They had no delusions about what they were doing with their customers, and Eddie himself was known to work a few tables when the demand arose. He wasn’t just understanding or forging. He was the type to be proud about how many people found his girlfriend so attractive. One of the customers even met his gaze by coincidence. Eddie flashed him a genuine thumbs up and another quirk of his eyebrow towards Linda. A silence indicator of “Nice, right?”

“Thanks, babe.” Linda picked up her tray and gave his hand a lazy squeeze. “Just a heads up on Patty,. Might want to get some refills ready. She’s got that rival shit going on again and she’s coming out of the shower with some fire under her ass.”

“Yea? Something go wrong with the stoves?” Eddie asked, furrowing his brow.

Linda just shook her head and squeezed his hand. “Eddie? Please stay this stupid forever.”

“Can do, bae.”