Amy's Introduction to a Skimpy Bar
I had been talking about it for a while. She had been curious and eager to go and see one after I explained what it was. We had some drinks after work coming up with some friends, so finally, I checked which bars the Skimpy's would be working and arranged to meet our friends at 4:30pm.
I met Amy at her work, a little late, but we finally got to the car and headed off. I text our friends that we wouldn't arrive until a little later. As it turned out we got there before them anyway. We walked in and I guided Amy to a table while checking out who was behind the bar, and who was in the room. There were a few groups of blokes at tables with beers, some younger couples and a couple of older couples, nothing like what I had been used to in the past. I did warn Amy that the place could be a bit rough and loud with all the tradies spending a couple of hours drinking and perving on the skimpy bar girls before heading off home.
Amy sat at the table as I went to order a Moscato and a beer. There was a bloke behind the counter who was about two pick handles across the shoulders and a chest the size of a 400-year-old gum tree, with a black T shirt on. There was also a short lady in a black T shirt. He didn't look like he was going to dress down into his underwear, fortunately, and nor did she, so I felt I had been robbed by their website. No skimpy's. Maybe they start later I thought, but unlikely.
I took the drinks back to Amy and apologised, as she was really looking forward to seeing skimpy's for the first time, even though she didn't know what to expect. So, I suggested we wait for our friends, have a drink and move somewhere else or just stay, now that we were here.
Yen and Steve finally arrived. They didn't know that I had picked a skimpy bar. They both nearly broke their necks turning to look towards the bar when I told them. When they didn't understand what was going on, I explained that we were here for Amy to see skimpy's but I had been dudded by their website. They didn't seem to mind and got drinks and joined us. We held our glasses up and said cheers to the non-skimpy bar.
Half way through our drinks, and after 5pm, our lady friend Yen asked me if I had asked the staff about the skimpy's. I hadn't, but it was my intention to complain when I got my next drink, but her prompt made me get off my bum and go ask.
"Excuse me mate, were you supposed to have skimpy's behind the bar tonight," I said in a nice friendly manner, not wanting to upset him.
"Yes, and we do," he replied.
"Okay good, what time do they start,"
"They started at 4pm mate, they're in the sports bar next door," he said with a laugh.
"Oh right, what the hell am I doing in here then," I said to no one in particular as I turned to come back to our table. I told the guys and said I'll go and do a recce for a table. So off I went, beer in hand. The sports bar had one table left. I grabbed it, dragged two extra chairs up and text the guys to mosey on in. While waiting I looked around. There were two skimpy's. One in black and the other in red. Both were showing most of their tits and all their bum. Black skimpy had the smaller boobs and the bigger bum and had on a two-piece revealing bikini style outfit. Red skimpy had the bigger boobs and the smaller bum and had on a one piece, and very revealing at the front.
When I had nearly finished my beer, I asked Amy if she would be kind enough to go get me another, and one for herself. She looked a bit petrified. I told her to just go up to the bar, where all the guys were, have a good look at the girls and order the drinks, easy. She was a bit shy about doing that, she put her head on my shoulder and asked me to come with her. So much for hoping for one or more of the male patrons trying to chat her up, which I would have liked to see. Anyway, off we went, I found a gap at the bar and moved her to the front. She could see both girls, bums and boobs bouncing around as they moved back and forward filling up pints of beer. Finally, Black skimpy, who had several $5 notes tucked into her knickers, came to us, and we ordered. Her bikini style top only just covered her areola, and her bum only had a skinny piece of fabric that was sucked into her bum crack.
A little while later Amy indicated that I had forgotten to get her a water. I did, so I mentioned she could go to the bar again, look at the girls bums again and get a glass of water, which she did this time on her own without any coercing. She got served by Red skimpy. She was happy, as Red skimpy had said 'what can I get you, beautiful'. I tell her that every day but she was very excited that a skimpy had said it. Amy then asked me if the skimpy would call all the other ladies beautiful when they got drinks. Looking around at the ladies in the bar, I said probably not, it would usually be something like 'love' or 'hon'. Most of the few ladies in the bar were in Hi-Viz and not dressed like Amy who had put on something special for tonight, which wasn't your typical tradie look, that actually told a story to discerning others at a place like this.
While chatting away and drinking with our friends, I noticed Red skimpy was wandering around with a jug, asking patrons for tips for the two girls for their service tonight. She finally got to us. As she chatted to Amy, I pulled out a $5 note, gave it to Amy to put in the jug. She did, and Red skimpy gave her a big kiss on the cheek, leaving behind a bright red mark in the shape of her lips. Amy was thrilled, Red skimpy had called her beautiful and had now given her a big kiss. They excitedly chatted some more, and I heard Amy ask how many skimpy outfits Red skimpy had.
"About ten," Red skimpy said, "I change them every bar session I do, so the customers don't get bored," she added.
"What do they look like," Amy asked. Red skimpy could tell Amy was very interested. I could to. I think Amy maybe had a fantasy now of wanting to be a skimpy, with all the men enjoying looking at her cute slim mostly naked, and being Chinese, gold toned body. Maybe she just wanted to know what it would be like wearing a thin bra and showing off her gorgeous plump nipples and her cute arse in front of fifty horny guys.
"What time are you leaving the bar," Red skimpy asked Amy, who looked at me.
"Not sure yet," I replied.
"Okay," looking at her watch, "The bar closes in 20 minutes, would you like to see them," she asked Amy, then looked at me.
"Have we got time," Amy asked me in a manner that said yes we have.
I wanted to see where this was leading, so I said, "yes, we have all night in fact." No kids tonight and I could tell Amy was little horny right now.
Amy looked back at Red skimpy who said, "okay when I knock off, I'll come over and get you." All the while, our friends had been chatting and were not privy to what had just happened. By the time Red skimpy would be ready, we would have finished our drinks and would normally have gone home. Not long after that discussion, our friends finished their drinks and said thanks for the invite and headed off. We had both slowed our drinking so we would still have some left when they had finished. We were now on our own with 10 minutes to go before Red skimpy knocked off. My thoughts were on what might happen during the outfit viewing. Would Amy dress up in some and get all horny or would Red skimpy want to go a little further. Just then, for no reason, Amy kissed me. Now I had a real problem.
Red skimpy showed up at our table with a small glass of wine for both Amy and herself and a stubby of Asahi for me. She told us she always has one drink after work before she went to her apartment, which was next to the hotel. That's handy, I thought. Her name was Laura and she had a female house mate who also did skimpy. Also, nice to know. Problem getting worse.
Finally, 20 minutes later, Laura said, "Okay guys shall we go and see my outfits." Amy had told her she likes buying clothes, and being Chinese they were mainly on line from China but she didn't have any skimpy type outfits and would love to see them, just for fashion reasons of course. That's what they had been chatting about while I pretended, I was enthralled at the conversation, but in reality, I was thinking of all sorts of possibilities that might emerge from the "viewing of the outfits". This could be a good night, turning into a great night.
Just as we were about to leave, and as the last of the patrons were leaving, and the doors were being locked by one of the bar guys, Joe asked Laura if she was staying behind for the usual game of pool like she sometimes did. "I was going to," she said "but I have a friend here that I was going to show my skimpy costumes and outfits to."
"Oh good, you could ask her to join us, it could be fun, if you know what I mean," he said as he was busying himself with his, closed for the night duties. Amy was listening.
"Her hubbies here as well," she said looking at me, as if that might change anything.
"That's okay, he's also welcome," Joe said.
Laura explained about sometimes having a game of pool after they all knocked off, then looked at Amy and me and said "This is not your normal game of pool; its winners choose what the losers do. Joe has been my boyfriend for a few months now and he often plays this pool game after the bar closes. Sometimes it's just us two, sometimes its doubles with another skimpy and sometimes triples with another bar guy. If you lose, you have to, ah.......... you know, do something naughty during the game, obviously if there are females involved. It's fun but it may not be for you guys. And, just so you know, there is also a dare on the loser at the end. But it's up to you, stay or go, I'm easy. I've played a few times, and lost."
I looked at Amy, she hadn't said a thing and didn't look like moving. This had obviously interested her, so I knew I had to ask. While Laura and Joe were talking, I asked, "what do you think."
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"I am hopeless at pool," Amy replied, but said in a way that meant she wanted to stay. At that moment the other bar guy, Jack, came in after locking up. He also got us another drink each, and turned off most of the lights, leaving a cosy little atmosphere just in the pool room where we had all drifted to.