The White Hart Ch 05

A couple of months later and the pub was rarely quiet. Urszula and Kimberley had slotted in wonderfully, and also quite regular were Urszula's three flat mates, Maria, Jana and Agata. They would often drop by for a drink. Urszula was probably the prettiest of the four, and certainly had the biggest tits, but the others were all lovely, Maria being small, slim and dark, Jana, a natural long haired blonde with 'C'ish tits and a beautiful smile, Agata was the one who made the most impression on Pete Bill and I, and probably all the other men who came into the bar as well. She was a flirt who loved showing off her legs, her knickers and comfortably large perky boobs. Again blonde, but had she been dark haired you might have thought she was a latino, she had a really fine bubble butt. She was always the first to rise to an innuendo or even a bet, so you can imagine she lost her panties fairly often.

Kimberley rarely brought her boyfriend Gabriel into the bar he was just a few years younger than her and a very good amateur athlete who took his training seriously. He seemed a really nice young man, about nineteen I would have guessed, and on the two occasions he had been in the bar appeared quite relaxed about seeing Kimberley fending off the guys hands as she cleared tables. He also said that they had had a great night on the couple of times that she had gone home plastered. He did actually ask me whether she and Urszula ever gave blowjobs in the bar, because she did appear to be getting better at them. I assured him that 'No, neither she nor Urszula had ever given any sexual favours.' Yes they got a few tips by letting guys pat their asses, or pinch their tits, which he had seen, but definitely nothing more than that. He seemed fine with that but I noticed that they never brought any friends in. I asked Kimberley one night when it was quiet whether Gabriel was happy with her coming in here now that he had seen what went on.

'More than happy I think. He regularly suggests what I should wear and, well, as you can see, the skirts are not getting any longer and he was the one who chose this crop-top in the market. He often asks me what has happened in the bar. In fact he has made me promise to tell him what has happened to me.'

'And do you?'

'Actually,' she said, 'I exaggerate a little. I often tell him that I have been groped and I could see that the guy had a big stiffy.'

That gave me food for thought. ' So would it be helpful perhaps if I gave you a little stimulation? Like this, for example?' I put my hand upon her thigh and eased it up under her skirt a few inches.

Kimberley didn't move, just smiled a little more and said, 'You will have to do better than that. He knows that happens all the time.'

I raised my hand to fondle her butt cheeks. Satin covered, 'Mmm.'

Still not a flicker. So I moved my hand round to the front. 'Oooh, very warm. Hot stuff.'

'Well, that might rate a mention, especially if you can keep it there until I get a little damper.'

So I did, but just as she began to enjoy it too much, I removed my hand and said, 'Why don't you tell Gabriel that John has asked you to wear stockings and suspenders.'

'Oohh. I think he would like that but I have never had any, just tights, and I have no money to buy them. Perhaps for £50.00 I could probably pick some up in the market.'

Fifty quid I thought, she won't need to spend half of that. But I understood the principle. 'Don't you worry about that John will give you that, and if he doesn't me and the boys will start a whip.'

'Sounds fun, in fact, the thought of them has just made me wet enough to have to do some explaining to Gabriel.' She laughed.

'Well in that case we could make it even cheaper for you by banning panties.' I said. 'You know Arlene has been banned from wearing them.'

'Noooo. I did not know that. I know she often does not wear them. I did not know they were banned. Who banned them? John?'

'Actually,' I said. 'Me. After a conversation a bit like this. But certainly John knows she doesn't wear them and seems to be happy about it.'

'Mmm. Well, aren't you an important person. If it's okay with you I might leave that for a few weeks until Gabriel needs a little more encouragement and is used to the stockings.'

I explained to Pete and Bill what I had done and suggested that a contribution of a tenner each would go a long way to encouraging John to give me the other twenty. At that moment John came out, and was more than happy to drop me twenty. I rolled the five notes up and next time Kimberley came our way I slipped my hand under her skirt and deposited the rolled up notes along her slit, under her panties. 'There,' I whispered. 'Get them nice and wet and then give them to Gabriel. Perhaps he will help you choose them.'

That would have been a Thursday, so the next time we saw her was the Saturday when both she and Urszula were both in. I congratulated myself. Arlene already looked good in her stockings. Who am I kidding, she just looked like a dirty Milf. Kimberley looked stunning. You could just see the start of the embroidered top. Nice. In a week or two I might mention that she should shorten the skirt?

Of course Pete, Bill, John and I were not the only ones who noticed. A lot of the lads were running their hands up her legs, - just to make sure they were stockings? I thought it might help to point out to Urszula how busy Kimberley was, and that she seemed to be getting more tips. Did she think it was because she was wearing stockings and suspenders?'

I could see that for a while she watched, and yes, I was right. She was picking up a few tips, and she was in demand as people grabbed her arm and asked for refills. I knew it was only a matter of time. Sure enough by Tuesday Urszula was also wearing stockings. I broached the subject with her. 'Ursz, you look really good in those stockings. Do they feel good.' She was close by, so naturally I ran my fingers up her leg to the stocking top. 'They feel good to me.'

She laughed, 'Ben, you really are a sleaze.' I noticed her English was getting better. 'But yes actually. I have never worn them before but they feel good. And they are definitely popular with the customers.'

'What would probably make you even more popular is if you wear them without panties. You know that Arlene never wears any, and she still gets the attention even when you and Kim are here. You will have seen the crowd at the bar when she is getting the beer bottles from the bottom shelf. It would probably make you even more popular than Kim. It would help with the tips.'

'You may be a sleaze Ben, but that does make sense. I will slip out to the toilets and take them off. I will see whether it makes a difference.'

I stopped her. 'No don't do that. Let me announce that you are going to do it at ten o'clock. Here in the bar. You don't have to show anything, just slip them down and throw them into the crowd. And there will be a crowd. You know that. If we don't announce it you will have to keep bending over so that the guys will know that you have taken them off. This way it is more subtle, you don't look like a tart and we can have whip round for you to do it. If you say that you are never going to wear them again I am sure we will get a good few quid in the pot.'

'Why do I think I am being conned. But yes, what you say makes sense. You will do the whip?'

'Sure. It's 8.30 so I will do it now. Ok?'

She nodded. No sooner the word than the deed. I didn't even bother to mention it to John. I knew he would be happy about it.

'Gentlemen,' I called. ' Urszula here thinks that you guys have been a little mean with your tips recently, so she has declared that if that improves, and that by ten o'clock there is a beer glass full of money on the bar, she will take her panties off and promises never to wear them in the bar again.'

You can imagine the cheer that rent the room. I passed an empty tankard to my right and let it circulate. Within half an hour it had been returned with nearly one hundred pounds in it. I left it on the bar and pointed it out to everybody who came in later. Even Urszula was impressed.

At ten sharp I cleared a little space in the middle of the room and called her forward. She blushed a little but slipped her hands under the skirt and dropped them to the floor, lifting them and flicking them into the crowd. A big cheer went up as she waved to the crowd. A voice from the back, - it could have been Bill?- shouted 'How do we know you don't have two pairs on?.' And a big cry of 'Raise your skirt, Raise your skirt, Raise your skirt,' echoed around the room. Urszula had not expected this, blushed and thought for a second or two.

She was quick to offer 'How about I take a witness to the toilets? John perhaps?'

'Happy to help,' said John, but the cry 'Raise your skirt, Raise your skirt, Raise your skirt,' continued to echo around. Recognising the inevitable, Urszula raised the back of her skirt to her waist to reveal a delightfully pale bum, did a three hundred and sixty degree spin and marched firmly to the bar to collect her money to applause. A good compromise.

Of course the next time that Kimberley was working, it seemed logical to tell her exactly what happened. Well maybe not exactly, but enough that Urszula had decided to remove her panties in the middle of the bar for a whip-round. I suspected that she recognised that Arlene never wore them and felt she would get more tips? How would Gabriel feel did she think? I even managed it with a straight face. I hoped that the next time that the two girls worked together they would be unlikely to discuss my manipulations.

It transpired of course that Gabriel was really enjoying the stockings.

'It is the sort of thing I should warn him about so I will not throw them into the crowd but put them back on before I go home. He will have agreed before I come in again on Saturday. Will you make the announcement for me.'

I was of course delighted to do so and passed the pot, this time to the left. She was also delighted with the collection.

I was buttonholed by Sheila. 'Ben I see your dirty little mind behind the fact that these two girls have recently lost their knickers in the middle of the bar and declared that they were now knicker-free? Huh, what do you reckon?'

'Well I obviously know all about it as I actually started the collection. But I understand that they are doing it, possibly to show solidarity with Arlene, nut mainly because they have worked that the tips are better. Are you considering it as well?' I asked innocently.

'Well I am obviously going to have to join them but I am not going to announce it as it will look like I am just catching up. I have my position as senior barmaid to consider, but if I don't announce it, I will not get the whip round.'

She looked suspiciously at me when I suggested, 'Why don't I just spread the word that you have been like that for a while but didn't like to just announce it. I will just send the pot around with a note. You will have to be prepared for a lot of guys checking of course?'

And that is what happened. She got a respectable amount in her pot. Not as much as the other two, but she was happy with it as only I knew how much the first two collected. I did add a tenner to it on the basis that perhaps I should have suggested it to her first.

I was now looking forward to Saturday night when, with a little bit of luck, Urszula's friends would be in as well.

I was in two minds, whether to just tell the girls that it was now a preferred knickerless bar, and that if they followed the girl's examples, Urszula would make even more tips, or should I try to persuade John to offer a discount to knickerless girls. I decided on the latter, on the basis that I could always go to Plan B if John said no. And originally he did. I pointed out that all the girls were now knickerless and the pub was doing well as the word spread. We obviously could not advertise the fact but the pub was getting a very sexy reputation. And this would only help that. There was also the added advantage that all the girls who wanted to claim the discount would have to prove it to him. This was the clincher. I managed to get him to agree to twenty percent on the basis that it was a big enough discount to encourage all the husbands and boy-friends to make sure their partners complied.

All evening we discreetly mentioned it to everybody who came in. Without exception, if they had a girl with them, they would buy a drink and then discreetly talk to their girl about it. Nobody had yet come up for that second drink before Maria, Jana and Agata came in. We greeted them effusively and I offered to buy them a drink if they paid for it and I reimbursed them. They looked strangely at me and I explained that John had decided to try and have a knickerless pub. Of course being Eastern European they thought of Christmas and St Nicholas, and it was only October. 'No, no panties, no knickers,' I explained. ''Haven't you noticed that Urszula hasn't been wearing panties.'

Agata jumped at this. 'Ben, you are not catching me again, betting my panties on a ridiculous bet. Wait thought, I will offer to bet you my panties that this is not true. In fact we all will won't we girls. In return I expect you to buy us drinks all night if I am right. Bet?' She put up her hand to shake, which I quickly grasped. So quickly that I could see she was worried.

Jana called Urszula over. 'Urs, we have a bet.'

'Oh no,' laughed Urszula. 'What have you bet now?'

Agata started, 'Ben here says that you are not wearing panties, and nor are the other girls. And that there is a twenty percent discount if we take our panties off. Come off it Ben, that was so ridiculous. Urs, ridiculous huh? I immediately turned it into a bet and we are going to get free drinks from Ben all night,' she laughed.

Sheila and Kimberley had wandered over wondering what the noise and the fuss was all about. The three of them looked at each other, and, almost as if it had been rehearsed raised their skirts to the waist. Agata's face was a picture. I did not see the faces of her friends behind her as I only had eyes for Agata.

'Okay but the discount cannot be right.' A last desperate attempt to win the bet. She looked at John who lifted up a small chalk-board bearing the words, ''20% discount for suitably (un)dressed ladies. Proof required.''

'When will I learn. Ben you are bastard. '

'What did I do,' I laughed. 'You suggested the bet.'

Agata had the grace to admit that was true and ordered a bottle of prosecco for the three of them.

John coughed and tapped the 'Proof required' words.

She shimmied them down and, seeing that he was waiting, lifted her skirt to the waist. 'Thank you Miss, Ladies?' he questioned, 'or do I only discount one third of the price?' Mumbling together in their own language Jana and Maria dropped their knickers and raised their skirts like Agata had. I of course paid for the duly discounted bottle as I had offered in the first place, and by the end of the fourth bottle, one from Bob, one from Pete, and one from John the girls were flashing their pussies at any newcomers coming through the doors as they explained the discount.

Ours is a really good pub, ours is. I look forward to seeing you in The White Hart with your girl-friend. 20% drink discount?