My names Steve Potter and for the last thirty odd years I've been a pub manager. For the last seven years I've managed the Wayward Inn, an historic coaching Inn that has apparently hosted both royalty and highwaymen over its checkered history. It no longer offers accommodation, so is more just a pub, but the history is still interesting and a great pull for visitors.
Until last year I managed it with my wife Bernadette, known to one and all as Berni. Unfortunately Berni got sick and, despite fighting so hard, she didn't get better. After Berni died I was in bits, convinced there was nothing left for me in life. I was in a dark place and nearly gave up.
I still miss Berni every day, her wisdom, her laughter and, if I have to be honest, I miss our sex life too. We never managed to have children but we had a lot of fun trying. As the years went by we kept it interesting by trying new things, one of these is that we started reading erotica together, our favourite site being Literotica. Berni's favourite categories were Loving Wives and Group Sex. When I asked her why, she said that if you're going to have fantasies you might as well make them big ones, like having an affair with a well hung stud or getting fucked senseless by a group of strangers. It made a sort of sense, I suppose.
For my part, I had a far less fertile imagination. My favourite stories were mainly in the Exhibitionist/Voyeur section and often fed into my interest in photography. I'd always been a keen photographer and had even won some local awards for some nature photography. Some of my better pictures of the local area are displayed on the walls of the pub.
When we read these stories we would sometimes role play, me being the randy photographer and Berni the sexy model who I persuade to show more and more skin before finally seducing her. Needless to say these photos are not up on the wall of the pub.
I didn't give up and what's mainly got me through this last year is the support of the staff that worked with us in the pub, many of whom have been with us from the beginning. They are more like family than employees.
One of these is Karen, a single mum in her late twenties who's been with us for over five years now. She normally works as a waitress during our busy lunchtimes when her children are at school and occasionally behind the bar in the evenings if she has a babysitter or the kids are with their father. She's very popular with our regular lunchtime crowd but is equally at home behind the bar, giving it a sassy barmaid vibe and well able for any cheeky customers who think that a pretty young girl is easy game. She just has a way of talking and listening to people that leaves them feeling better about themselves. As you can tell I'm very fond of her.
Recently I'd noticed that she hadn't been herself, looking distracted as if she had a lot on her mind. I'd asked her in passing whether everything was ok and she'd given me her usual lovely smile and assured me it was. Then a couple of days at work she just disappeared for short periods and was then late coming back from her breaks, something she would normally not do. I was worried that she might be unwell or pregnant or that something else was bothering her. I didn't want to confront her about it in case I made things worse, instead asking one of her friends if she knew what was going on. She said Karen wasn't unwell but that I needed to talk to her myself.
It sounded a bit ominous but I waited till things had quietened down and asked Karen if I could have a quick word with her. I explained that I'd noticed her work had changed and that I was more worried about her than the work, asking her what was going on.
She looked worried and I could see her thinking about what to say, taking a deep breath she said, "I've got an Only Fans page and things have gotten a bit out of hand."
I thought I knew what an Only Fans page was and was a bit shocked, but I couldn't see how that affected her work at the pub, "First of all I'm really glad you're not ill or something, second of all how is that affecting what you do here?"
She was starting to blush, "Well I took some photos here, when I was at work and they were really popular and now it's what a lot of my fans are asking for." She was now fully embarrassed and struggling to look at me.
I was struggling myself, struggling to get my head around it and what it actually meant. "So you took some photos here in the pub and put them on your page?" She nodded. "Can I presume these were saucy photos?" She nodded again, her head down, rubbing her hands nervously.
"I can understand if you need to sack me, I'm really sorry."
"God no, I don't want to sack you, I just need to get my head straight. Where did you take these photos?
"In the staff changing room mainly."
"Mainly?"
"Well I took some on the stairs and some in the lady's toilets also."
I shook my head in disbelief 'And did you have your uniform on?"
"Well on and off." This was such a funny, mad answer that I couldn't help but smile, Karen looking at me and the two of us laughing.
"You are crazy."
"I know but I promise that I always covered the bar logo on my shirt so no one could identify it. I also made sure there was nothing in any of the pictures that could identify the bar."
"That's something I suppose. And whatever about it being embarrassing for the pub there's also the fact that if people know you work here you could attract all sorts of nutters."
"I know, that's one of the reasons I've been so careful."
"I've no problem with people doing Only Fans pages and such like, that's your business. But I'm not sure how I feel about you taking photos here. I'll have to think about it. And it's not fair on the other staff if you keep disappearing and being late, that'll have to stop."
"It will I promise, and thank you for being so understanding."
"I've got to ask you, I've read about girls making mad money doing this sort of thing, is it true."
Karen went red again but said she'd only been doing it a few weeks but was already making good money. When she told me how much I nearly fell out of the chair.
