Katherine, or Kat as she introduced herself to people, looked at herself in the mirror as she brushed her long jet-black hair. It swept across her forehead, and the black eyeshadow did a good job of highlighting her emerald-green eyes. She knew she wasn't the most beautiful girl, not ugly but plain looking despite the make-up, She glanced downwards, looking at the curves of her plump yet not overly fat body, then at her prize asset, her 38DD breasts.
They were usually a very good distraction, prying eyes transfixed there instead of her stomach or fat thighs. Her choice of low-cut cleavage tops, or slightly too small so tight tops, combined with lacy bras, had the desired effect and also came in very handy with her job as a barmaid.
Kat had always been a flirty girl, even if she knew men were just ogling her tits she'd not be fussed and shy away, she enjoyed the attention even if nine times out of ten it meant nothing. If it meant men spending more time coming to the bar, and thus buying more drinks, then her bosses would be handy.
She'd worked for the company for the last ten years after starting at her local pub. The brewery had hired her for a new role, rather than work in one particular place she moved around, covering people on holiday or off sick, or if someone had been sacked he'd go in and run that pub until a new manager was found. Kat's only stipulation had been that each place must be no more than an hour's drive from her home. Single herself, sometimes she'd stay over where she was working rather than drive home late at night.
Now, after all this time, they'd asked her to be manager of their new flagship pub a few hours drive away, but had doubled her salary to go there. Tonight would be her last night covering for other people.
She was also eager to get out today after being told they needed her at The Harrier. It was a good-sized pub, but on the outskirts of a town so it was normally locals, a nice friendly lot who appreciated her being there. It also meant hopefully Billy would be there.
Billy was hot, but he also knew it. Captain of the town's football team that was climbing up the league pyramid, he managed the pub's football team and also played pool for them. He was a regular at the gym, with boy-band tousled hair. He was a bit of a local celebrity, especially to the girls around there, although he never seemed to be with any of them for a prolonged period.
He'd flirted with Kat on previous visits, but despite her best efforts she'd not managed to pull him. She'd resigned herself that he only went with stick-thin girls, and she wasn't his type. Kat knew deep down that even just one night with him would be more than enough for her, remembering it had been around a month since she'd had sex last.
She'd been at work for a few hours when she noticed the pub getting busier and busier, with far more people than normal. She went into the back store room where her fellow barmaid Tina was getting fresh bottles of mixers.
"Is it just me or is it busy tonight even though it's Friday?" she asked.
"Yeah, they're all here for the stripper," Tina laughed.
"No wonder it seems like it's mostly guys out there," Kat groaned, "I hadn't realised until you said that. What time is she on?"
"About twenty minutes ago," Tina answered, looking at her watch and frowning.
Kat went back behind the bar, hearing a few murmurs of discontent. She looked around and noticed Billy who walked over to her.
"When's the stripper here, people are getting angry, they've had to buy £10 tickets to get in tonight," he asked.
A few others looked towards Kat and voiced their displeasure, Kat saying she'd phone around and find out what was happening. Ten minutes later she walked back out looking forlorn. She pulled Tina to one side.
"Stripper's not coming, she's been being sick. She phoned the brewery to tell them and they've been phoning Dave even though he's on holiday," Kat explained.
"What are they going to do?" Tina asked.
"Nothing, they've told me to sort it. I've now got to tell around sixty people who've paid for tickets that the stripper isn't coming," Kat said.
"Oh, rather you than me, they're not going to be happy," Tina said.
Billy was still at the bar, telling Kat he'd got a round of shots in as he knew it was her last night here. Needing something to pluck up the courage to talk to the baying crowd, she swigged three shots one after the other then pulled a face. Right, here goes she thought to herself. She walked over, picked up a microphone and got up onto the stage.
"Right you lot, unfortunately, The stripper isn't going to get here, she's too sick and the company have everyone else booked out too," she announced.
Boos rang out from her watching audience.
"I can't offer you a refund tonight as we don't have enough cash to cover it, but we can do free drinks instead," Kat continued.
"Not the same, We paid to see a stripper, we can drink any time," someone shouted out.
A few others agreed with him, then another voice called out.
"Kat could strip for us, that would work wouldn't it gents?"
Kat looked towards the voice to see it came from Billy.
"Oh yeah, let's see Kat's tits." "Good call Billy." "Get them out Kat." voices cried out.
She looked around the crowd hesitantly, then saw Billy smiling and nodding. The shots still had a hold of her, her mind confused with thoughts.
"You want to see me strip?" she asked.
