[Omega88]

[This started out a quick story but took on a life of its own to get the details as accurate as possible.]

The summer after HS and before going to college my GF got a short term job as a cocktail waitress in the bar of a local small inn / tavern. Her family was pretty well off so she wanted the job just for spending money. She was a very cute girl, about 5'2" tall, would guess about 105 lbs. and a 32B. She had to wear a "uniform" of a white blouse and black skirt; do not believe they were supplied by the place, she had to wear her own clothes. I was kind of PO'ed as it took away time we could have been together in the evenings as she had to work until closing well after midnight, weekends were later. She had turned 18 a couple months before but I had not so could not go in this place, they were really strict on following the law [legal drinking age was 18 at the time] and would guess the clientele did not want teenagers in there disturbing them. I seem to recall it was mostly thought of as a dark wood / poorly lit place where men went to drink, with an occasional inn guest maybe having a drink before going out to dinner.

To show my annoyance I ignored her job and never asked about it, that is until I did later that summer late one night she was not working. We had been drinking all night when I got curious and asked about her work. At first she said it was just a job, but after some prodding and asking some leading questions [knowing she was generally careless about letting others see her body whether upskirt or downblouse and wondering if anything had happened; have other posts about some of her mishaps] when she admitted that some of the customers were fresh on occasion. More questions and she admitted some of the men put their arms around her waist and hugged her hips to them, and some rubbed her ass when she served them or she passed by where they were sitting. Anything else? I asked. She said during her 1st week her boss said she should show a little a) to keep the customers happy and b) to earn better tips. The night her boss said that, she unbuttoned another button or 2 on her shirt and let it gape as she cleared glasses and brought more to the various tables. More drinks and more questions, she said her boss encouraged her and the other waitresses to be nice to the customers, implying she should let them have their innocent fun.

She admitted a week or so after starting the job she started to wear more sheer white tops and shorter skirts. And then the men sometimes ran their hands up her legs under her skirt as she stood next to the tables, putting down fresh drinks and clearing glasses, not really able to do anything about the hands as she had a tray with glasses in one hand and was trying to get the drink glasses exchanged as quickly as possible... at least that was her explanation. All of these revelations got us both pretty hot [though I was also mad she let that happen] and we had pretty some pretty hot sex in the basement rec room of her parents' house.

Later that summer on another night together with many beverages shortly before we both headed off to college I asked if things were still the same at her work or if anything else had happened. She said nothing else had happened other than her boss had said she was doing well. Knowing that was unlikely the real story and wondering what she had been doing well, kept pressing until she said her boss said the customers liked her, and then admitted her boss had developed the habit of patting her ass every time they passed each other, no matter where in the place. As she did not react to that, and she had not reacted when the customers did the same and more, the pats from the boss had become more rubbing whenever he was next to her, whether starting out as an arm around her shoulders, to sliding down to her waist and rubbing her back, to rubbing and feeling her ass. And the customers were getting more aggressive, but not too obvious as to make a scene or call attention to what they were doing. Know there was likely more, I started to rub on her asking if they did things like this... or that... She eventually revealed that some of the men had run their hands all the way up her legs under her skirt and some had pressed the side of their hands up against her pussy, but swore nothing more. The thought of my GF letting other men touch her had me full of emotion, both anger and arousal. She then said her boss had recently started to press himself against her ass when she was behind the bar getting whatever, and she could feel him. This revelation snapped me out fog of the beverages and the moment, and demanded to know if this had happened more than once. When she said he had done it several times the past week, I told her she had to quit that job. We had an argument but she did quit the job.

We both went to college a week or so later so her time there was at its end anyway. We continued a long distance relationship, though undoubtedly she had some fun with others, as did I, but we never discussed it.