(c) Embers
"Attention, gents! May I have your attention, please!"
With wide swoops of her arm, Eugenia raked a bottle back and forth across the balustrade. Even the pub's most crapulous denizens knew it was much too early for last call, and since it was rare that "Easy Eu" ever made announcements otherwise, everyone muted their chatter with piqued curiosity.
"Good evening, all you handsome chaps! I have some news for you. Of course you all know me, Easy Eu, your favorite good-time gal. And some of you may even know that a particular item has been off my menu of late, much to the chagrin of the ardent buggers amongst you. Which, let's be frank, is pretty much the lot of you," she said, forcing a smile.
A handful of gruff chuckles could be heard amongst the men, though the majority of them merely stared with vacant impatience. Although Eugenia had dolled herself up somewhat, with her hair pressed flat and a corset hiking her bust up to bawdy proportions, she knew that her fruits were by now mundanely familiar to these men; she'd have to capture their imaginations quickly.
Keenly aware of their rapidly dissolving attention, she stepped out to a more conspicuous space by the doorway, bounced on her tip-toes, and raised her voice.
"But we have a new girl here at the pub! And she will be offering a special service tonight."
Now the men around her began to mumble with renewed interest, and she used the moment to point towards the velvet gate at the back of the establishment.
"I would like to introduce her to you all," she said, pausing for effect.
"...Her name is Backdoor Betty."
As Betty lifted up the heavy cloth, she was assaulted with thundering applause. She looked about her in confusion and surprise, trying her best to balance herself in her high heels.
She felt dozens of eyes upon her, ogling her figure with blatant prurience, and quickly thereafter a cloud of indecent comments roared at her from every angle.
"Jesus in heaven, look at the ass on that tart!" yelled a portly man with severe rosacea, who roughly squeezed her bottom as she passed by him.
Another man let out an odorous belch and smacked her other buttock, mumbling profanities she scarcely even recognized. She walked about the bar, allowing each man to get a good look at her while Eugenia spoke.
"Backdoor Betty's specialty is taking it up the rear, of course. And what a fine rear it is, isn't it? What do you think, men?"
The men all cheered in agreement as Betty awkwardly moved about, trying to remember the "sexy walk" Eugenia had taught her—arch the back, rotate the thighs with each step, keep hands on hips. Her short skirt left little to the imagination, and she knew that the lower half of her pale rear end was clearly visible to all who desired to look.
"...In fact, she loves it up the stinker so much that she's declared her coochie off-limits. That's right, gentlemen, this one's a bonafide virgin, and don't get your hopes up—she's gonna keep her cherry as long as she works for us, so any o' you wanting some slit will have to get it from good ol' Easy Eu as always."
This revelation seemed to only further amuse the drunken audience. A mature bearded man with a glass eye tapped Betty's rear with his cane and laughed. She winced, but remembered her instructions: smile it off. She struggled to curl her lips up, and kept moving.
Another man leaned over and expressed his desire to "make her farts sound like flute music." Shivering, she nervously laughed and passed him by quickly.
