Bar maid

You briefly consider explaining that you aren’t Ingrid but you pause. It might be fun to see what it’s like working as a busty brew house bar maid. You don’t need the money but you have nothing else to do and being a sexy bar maid like the other girls here looks like it might be an entertaining diversion.

You clutch the uniform and head on to the back of the brew house, passing by a busy young women who seems to be snowed under carrying precarious clusters full steins to a table of drunken and over enthusiastic guys that look like them might be the local football team.

The “dressing room” is not much more than a glorified broom closet with a poky staff kitchen. You close the door and remove your tank top and leggings. You don’t have a bra on … so braless is the only option. Your tiny ser of panties wasn’t really chosen to wear under a skirt and you feel almost naked as you put on the skirt of the supplied outfit. Lacing the corset takes a bit of finesse and you only lace the bottom to support your breasts. The Bavarian bar maid uniform fits surprisingly well, hugging your curves in a way that makes you feel both self-conscious and a bit flirtatious. “Das ist goot, ja?” You say in poor German, the thrill of exhibitionism making your eager pussy damp.

Walking back out into the main beer hall, you spot the pretty brunette named Sonya who is juggling a handful drinks and looking overwhelmed. She glances at you with relief. “Oh, you’re new. The manager says you’re a natural!” She winks playfully as she puts her beers down and tosses you a towel. “Here, dry off those tables. And keep your eyes peeled for any handsy customers. They’re more hands-on than usual today!”

You nod as you take the cloth and move on to the dirty table near the footballers. As you bend over to start wiping it down you feel a hand slip up under your skirt, slide up between your legs, push aside your panties and start to rub your sex. It is a quick deft move that catches you by surprise. Rather then pull away you blush, lean into the fingers and savour the sensation for perhaps more than a moment before pulling away and turning around.

It’s a muscular line backer from the football team, grinning broadly. His team mates laugh at his antics. Your eyebrow rises. “Touching costs extra!” You tell him and flick him with the towel. You should be angry but instead you’re aroused.

Sonya laughs and rolls her eyes at the linebacker. “Leave the new girl alone, Tomas!” she scolds him, but there’s a knowing smile on her face. The football team hoots and hollers in response. You shoot her a look that's half embarrassment, half excitement. She just shrugs and says, “You’ll get used to it, Ingrid. Just part of the job here. But expect a good tip!”

You navigate through the crowded beer hall, the air thick with the scent of lager and the clanking of beer steins. The atmosphere is lively and charged with a mix of testosterone and booze. Your revealing costume is definitely working its magic; you catch the appreciative glances of patrons and feel a thrill knowing you’re the centre of attention. As Sonya said, the patrons are handsy and it’s all you can do to stop your uniform from being removed from your body half the time. Your cheeks are flushed, and your heart races with every “accidental” brush with a customer. You’re definitely wet between the legs and your nipples are proudly outlined by your top.

And the tips are crazy generous! The more you bend to give them a view down your generous cleavage or your shapely ass the more they tip.

You really enjoy the work, flirting and teasing the customers as you serve them, seeing how far you can go and feeling a growing sense of excitement. Sonya seems to have taken you under her wing, whispering tips and winks as you both navigate the rowdy crowd. You learn quickly, carrying heavy handfuls of beer with surprising ease, your body moving in rhythm with a sway of hips and a jiggle of breasts. The attention is addictive, and you can't help but enjoy the feeling of being desired by so many.

As the shift progresses, the football team's drunken behaviour escalates. Tomas, the linebacker, keeps finding reasons to lean closer, his hand lingering a little too long on your ass or grazing up your inner thigh up to your obviously wet pussy. He rubs your breast and grabs your nipple. You swat him away playfully, but the electricity between you is palpable and he keeps ordering rounds to make you return for more attention. His teammates egg him on, and you can feel their eyes on you, hungry and curious.

Sonya notices the tension and, when the beer nazi manager is taking a break, she gives you a knowing nod to the back room, whispering, "If you want to take a break..." Her words hang in the air, hinting at something more than just a breather from work.

You nod at Sonya, understanding her unspoken offer, and decide to embrace the thrill of the situation. The football team's table is calling for more drinks, and as you approach, Tomas' hand finds its way under your skirt again. This time, instead of brushing him off, you lean in close, whispering in his ear, "You want to see if I'm as good at serving in private as I am in the public bar?" His eyes widen, and he nods eagerly. Sonya smirks, giving you a thumbs-up as you head to the back room. “Follow me then Tomas…”

The back room is dimly lit, with only a single bulb hanging from the ceiling. You lean against the wall, watching as Tomas follows you, his eyes never leaving your chest. The room is small and cluttered with cleaning supplies and extra barrels of beer, but it's enough space for what you have in mind. He takes a step closer, and you let your hands trace the outline of your breasts, making his eyes darken with lust.

“Are your breasts as perfect as I imagined?” He asks with a leer.

“See for yourself…” you reply.