Robyn isn’t convinced but Emma wants to try anyway.

Despite trying to convince the other that their idea is best, Robyn and Emma eventually have to agree that they will never agree and each do their own thing. Emma has her heart set on entering the bikini competition. Convinced she will win with her amazing set of tits. Robyn, ever the sensible one, feels she would be best suited to working at the local pub. That way she can still have some money coming in and have her mornings free for surfing.

The pair returned to the caravan park to get ready for their sperate activities. Robyn simply needed a shower and changed into a pair denim cut off shorts that she knew made her ass look great. She could picture the customers at the pub staring at her butt cheeks as she bent over to grab a bottle of beer from the bottom of the fridges and it kind of excited her to be honest. The owner had said there would be one of the staff singlets waiting for her when she arrived so she just needed to choose a comfortable pair of shoes to work behind the bar in. Her favourite Converse high tops would do nicely.

Emma by contrast took forever to get ready. Shower, shaving, plucking, painting, spraying and a myriad of another things Robyn could never be bothered to do. She also picked out her tiniest and most favourite itty-bitty swimsuit to ware in the comp. She took so long getting ready in fact that it was almost time for Robyn to start work by the time she was done. Emma dropped Robyn off at the pub before driving down to the surf tournament at the beach. Before she took off Emma, promised to come and see Robyn at work after the event to let her know how she’d done.

Just like the man had said, Robyn found the job releatively stress free. Whilst busy early, the surfing competition in town had drawn away most of the customers and Robyn was disapppionted to be left with just the old regualars to keep her company. Not at all who she had pictured when she had put her little denim shorts on, especially with how they had start to ride right up her butt. Emma must had done the washing last and shrunk them.

Still being a new face the tips had come flowing and Robyn calculated she’d probably had close to double what she would get paid tonight in her tip jar already. Doing the maths in her head, Robyn was sure she would walk out of the pub tonight with almost $200 more than she had when she’d got there. The owner had also rostered her on on Saturday and Sunday nights which were supposedly much busier.

It was getting close to the end of Robyn’s four-hour shift when Emma entered the bar looking dejected. Seeing the glum look on her friends face Robyn asked, “What happened? How did the competition go?”

“I got disqualified! Can you believe that?” was Emma’s unjust response.

“What for? What did you do?”

“I got kicked out for flashing everyone!” Emma told her friend.

Robyn lost it in hysterics at her friend and was joined in laughing by a coupe of old timer customers who’d been listening. Eventually Emma found it funny too and joined in on the laughter.

“Aww that’s too bad Ems,” Robyn said when she was able to contain herself. “Here let me buy you a beer. I’m just about to finish and will have one with you,” she offered as she counted up her tips and changed them up into higher denomination notes.

Changing out of her uniform, Robyn was happy to discover that the owner of the pub paid his staff in cash on the night. She found Emma sitting at the bar happily talking to the regulars, telling them all about how each of the other girls in the bikini comp had been either too ugly or too fat and how she should have won.

“These guys offered to buy our drinks if I flashed them instead.” Emma said explaining the extra empty glasses that sat in front of her. “I told them no but they wanted to buy them for us anyway. They said you did a really great job tonight and want you to come back again.”

Robyn could see that they were all getting along well with her friend Emma.

“First ones on me,” the owner said as he put down a pint in front of Robyn. “Feel free to stick around to talk to these old buggers. God knows I’ve heard their stories enough already,” he continued as he went about getting the place ready for closing.

All in all, Robyn considered her first night as a barmaid a success.