I'm Hired

So that was why I was standing in front of a long wooden structure loaded with glasses, bottles of **** and stools in front of them. I was dressed in a floral top and a pair of black shorts which I was told is alright for the interview but come opening had to be changed to a pair of pink shorts.

The interview must have gone well since I was handed a pad and pencil and told to take an order from Doctor Cartier, who came along for moral support. Doctor Cartier didn’t take it easy on me, ordering Scotch On The Rocks. Apparently I made his patient laugh when I asked if I had to go outside to collect the rocks! That was when I was given a pair of pink shorts and told that I should go change and get ready for my first shift.

After changing I came back down in time to see Doctor Cartier talking to his patient. Both spotted me and wolf whistled at me as I came down the stairs.

They shook hands then Doctor Cartier waved at me and left. My shift began and I have to say I was never told that guys who drank there were really helpful. Many of them placed at least one hand on my ass to make sure I didn’t fall backwards. I don’t know why Doctor Cartier ordered Scotch because most of the guys ordered a bottle of beer or a glass of beer!

At first, I had no idea what the pad was for, after all every guy always asked for the same thing, a glass of beer and what time I got off. I don’t know why they wanted to know, it wasn’t like I was going to go anywhere with them. Besides, I was never told when my shift ended , so I couldn’t answer them to begin with.

As it was, the shift went by with little incident, to my knowledge the bartender only had to call out, once for the guys at one table to quit touching the waitress. I don’t know why he did that because truth be told, I didn’t mind them touching my ass as I went by. The pinching of my ass cheek could quit and that wouldn’t bother me any!

Around midnight I couldn’t believe that some guy in dark sunglasses offered me a thousand dollars if I would flash him my breast. I was outright shocked when the guys around started offering me even more money to take my clothes off. I was going to say something when mom’s voice came to me.

“SEE WHAT **** AND MALES EQUAL, TEMPTATION TO DAMN YOUR MORTAL SOUL AND I KNOW THAT YOU DON’T HAVE WHAT IS NEEDED TO SAY NO, NOW THAT YOU HAVE BEEN FUCKED!”

“That’s it mother, feel FREE TO GET OUT!”

Apparently no one heard any of my words outside of, “Get Out!” Suddenly guys with muscles stood up and promptly escorted the guys bidding for me getting naked. There were only a handful of customers left and soon the bartender called “last drink”. An hour later the place was empty except for the bartender and myself.

“I can’t believe that guys would act like that when they saw a female in shorts!”