The next day of work.

Druuna slept well that night, and was awoken early in the morning by one of the other servers knocking on her door. Druuna got up and looked at the uniform she was to wear.

The uniform consisted of a short black dress with plenty of cleavage showing, white socks, a pair of black shoes, a white apron and a pair of cheap white undies. Druuna quickly put the uniform on and walked to the kitchen. Walter was already waiting for her there and smiled when he saw her “Druuna! There you are.”
Druuna frowned and replied “Oh! I’m sorry, am I late?”
The innkeeper laughed and shook his head “No, no, your not late at all! I just wanted to wish you good luck on your first day of work! Here,” he said as he handed her a small pad of yellowed paper and a small pencil “use this notepad to take down customers orders. Take the orders to the chef, he’ll make the order, and you take the order back to them. If they order **** you take to me at the bar and I’ll fill the order, got it?”
Druuna nodded and smiled “Sure mister Mimflin. I’m going to go start my rounds now.”
Walter nodded and wished her good luck.

(The morning was easy, mainly a handful of fishermen wandering in for a light breakfast or a bit of beer. Around noon things began to pick up and hoards of hungry sailors and pirates began filtering into the inn. They were all impatient and lust men who enjoyed Druuna very much…)

Druuna bustled over to a table of nine sailors with a tray of fresh beers. The **** men cheered as she came near and one of the men leaned over the table to grab a glass. As he did so he gave Druuna’s left breast a small squeeze and smiled at her, muttering “Sorry about that fun bags, my hand slipped!” the other men laughed loudly at what seemed to them to be the height of witty commentary. Druuna scowled and went to a newly filled table to take the men’s orders. The group of pirates grinned as Druuna got near, and she could feel them ogling her chest. She smiled sweetly and said “Hello, welcome to the Lusty Mermaid Inn, what can I get for you gentlemen?”
The biggest of the men, a tanned, bald man covered in tribal tattoos grinned and said “I think I’d like to have you, slut.” the other men laughed and called Druuna various names.
Druuna frowned and said “I’m not on the menu. Not what can I get you?”
The big man reached out and squeezed one of Druuna’s breast and grinned at her “Oh? You sure about that? I’ll pay you seventy bottle caps. That should be a high price for a slut like you!” The other men at the table laughed and called Druuna a slut
Druuna yelped and pushed the mans hand away “Please sir, this is my job. I need the money, so please order or get out.”
The tattooed man chuckled and replied “This ain’t a proper place for a slut like you to work. If you need money so much, maybe you should be blowing sailors over on the docks! Eh, fine whatever bitch. We’ll have eighteen beers, and make it snappy!”

Druuna grimaced and quickly fetched the rowdy crowd of pirates their alcoholic beverages, hoping to have as little as possible for them. When she came to delivered the beers, one of the men; a scrawny man with false teeth, lunged forward at her and ripped Druuna’s shirt off with a quick tug. Druuna shrieked in surprise as the man began fondling and lick her chest. The bouncer, alerted by the sound of her yelling, ran over and beat the men out of the inn. Walter helped Druuna get a new shirt and she continued working until eight that night.

That day Druuna made seventy-two caps, plus thirty-one caps in tips from lusty sailors and pirates. Added to what she already had, money wise, Druuna now had a hundred and twenty-nine caps. She pondered what do next in her small room at the inn. The customers at the inn were really rowdy and Druuna was somewhat fearful of what might happen to her while working there. It was safer than working as a prostitute at the docks, but she was really quite scared of what might happen to her.

Too tired to think about it for long, Druuna washed out her thigh wound and changed the bandage. The wound was nearly gone, and Druuna was sure it wouldn’t leave any permanent marks. With that Druuna undressed and curled up in bed for the night, tired from her twelve hour shift.