She sucks

The door swung open and a group of half a dozen men entered the bar and sat down at a table. Lisa figured they were merchant pilots from the way they dressed. And probably had a few drinks already from the way they were shouting. Lisa approached with a nervous smile.

The group fell silent as she came near and Lisa could feel their eyes all over her. "Uhm, welcome, guys, what can I get you?" she said, barely making herself heard over the music.

"A jug of beer. Wait, better make that two. Large ones," one of them said with a grin.

"Ok, one pair of big jugs for you," Lisa replied, not taking her eyes from her notepad. For some reason, the whole group started laughing when she repeated the order. Lisa went around the table and all of them ordered two large jugs. "Wow, these guys are thirsty", she thought to herself. "Well so far so good..."

She had to make several trips to the bar, balancing a huge tray of dangerously sloshing mugs of beer each time, setting them down on the table.

"Thanks, sweetheart," one of the men grinned, just as Lisa was leaning in to set the last couple of jugs down. "Now can I get some of that juicy ass too?"

The man gave Lisa's ass a rough pinch. She squeaked in surprise and jerked away – tipping the tray over her head and spilling beer all over herself. The table roared with laughter.

Lisa ran from the table – chocked, humiliated and soaking wet. She was a pilot just like them, and now they treated her like this! She just wanted to hide somewhere and cry. But there was no time for that as more and more customers poured into the bar.

"Hey, bitch! How about some service over here?" an impatient man barked at her from one table.

"And how about some service right here?" another one grinned while grabbing his crotch.

Lisa hurried between the tables like a bumbling idiot, spilling drinks and mixing up orders. Everywhere she went, men groped her, gave her indecent proposals, called her vulgar names or tried to pull her down into their laps. And what was worse, none of them were tipping.

Tanya seemed to be doing great though. She gracefully floated around the room, and expertly balanced drinks while she took orders and flirted with customers. She laughed along at their crude jokes and she even humoured some of them by sitting down in their lap.

Lisa was totally exhausted when the shift was finally over. She and Tanya retired to their shabby little room upstairs – and there was the next problem. The room only had one bed. A small one. Tanya didn't seem to mind sharing though.

"Seriously Lisa, you need to work harder and start earning some tips. At this rate we'll never get the Monarch back," she said while counting their meagre earnings from the night.

"Just smile and play along... and for god's sake, wear something else than those pilot fatigues. I think I saw some old waitress uniform up here," she said and started to undress for the night.

"I promise, captain. I'll do my best", Lisa sighed while rubbing her ass, sore from a whole day's pinches and slaps.

"Good". Tanya stripped down to a small thong and a tight tank top. "Just don't do anything I wouldn't do. Nothing inappropriate, okay? And that's an order", she said and crawled into bed.

"Well, are you coming or are you just going to stand there all night?"

Lisa awkwardly stripped down into her bra and panties and crawled under the sheets too. Tanya rolled over to the side and soon started snoring softly. But Lisa couldn't sleep. Never in her life had she been treated like today. She had been groped, stared at, called degrading names – and to her surprise, and shame, she felt a hot sensation building up between her legs when she thought about it. The warm skin of her captain's ass against her thigh didn't make matters better and Lisa squirmed uneasily. After what felt like an eternity she drifted off into a few hours of restless sleep. Lisa dreamt about gigantic jugs of beer with long arms groping her.

The next day Lisa followed her captain's orders and put on a waitress uniform: A tight white blouse, a dangerously short black skirt and pair of high heels. And during the following days, she really tried her best to smile and to put up with the customers. But things only got worse. There was more groping and name-calling and Lisa got even clumsier. She dropped drinks, forgot orders and hardly made any tips at all. She even started to cry a few times, much to the amusement from the rowdy patrons.

Day after day, the tough work environment and the constant sexual harassment weakened her already fragile self-esteem. At night she lay exhausted next to her hot captain, torn between anxiety and sexual tension. The final straw came after a week as she passed a company of drunk sailors from a military vessel.

"Hey, big tits, come here!" one of the uniformed ruffians called out. "I wonder if you could help us with a bet." That sounded innocent enough. Relatively speaking. Lisa approached the grinning man and smiled, "How can I help you, sir?"

"We've been admiring your big fucking titties here all evening ... and some of us are convinced that your nipples are pierced while others argue that they aren't. Why don't you enlighten us and settle this bet once and for all?"

Lisa couldn't take it anymore. With tears running down her cheeks she ran upstairs and stormed straight into Hosk's office without knocking.

"Ah, Lisa, welcome!"

The bar owner sat behind a large desk and gave her a friendly smile, "What can I do for you?"