Barwench

The Bartender scratched his beard, "I think Melody could use some extra help waiting tables..."

The barmaid placed her hand on your shoulder, "I can grab him a uniform."

She was sweet and smelt of lavender. Her hand brushed against the back of your head.

"Take him upstairs," The Bartender said, "We need him ready before the rush."

Melody ushers you up the stairs you take a moment to watch her round supple a sister bounce in the right dress she wears. She takes you to a small bedroom with one bed and a wardrobe.

"Don't worry about, Griff," Melody says, "He's a strict boss, but he's fair. You'll be sleeping here with me while you are on the job."

"Wow," you say, "Not even any foreplay."

She shakes her head, her red hair waving as she rummaged through the wardrobe.