I wrapped my arms round my waist and stomped my feet trying to keep warm as I waited to get into the Crown and Lion. I was dressed in a baggy jumper and loose jeans underneath a warm duffel coat but it was doing little to keep the cold off. The Crown and Lion wasn't the trendy "in place". It was what you would call an old man's pub. It had used to be my Dad's local before he had left four years ago when I was only fourteen. Even then my Dad would have been one of the more youthful customers.
"Morning love," Les called as he pushed past me and stuck the old rusty key into the front door. He moved inside and turned and held the door open for me. I was only 5'3" in my trainers and a good bit smaller than him, so ducking under his arm wasn't a problem. It was, however, more of an issue squeezing between his large belly and the door frame. His belly pushed against my chest as I managed to get into the pub.
"In you come love," he said a large smile across his face.
The pub was nice and warm and I began unbuttoning my jacket and removing my gloves.
"Thanks for the job," I said.
"It's a weeks trial," he corrected "You wont let me down will you, its just us two tonight."
My long brown ponytail brushing my neck as I shook my head.
He stared for a minute looking me up and down before finally nodding and moving behind the bar. He spent the next hour showing me how to work the till and where everything was kept. I was determined to do well, it was my first job since leaving school last May.
He stood behind me as I poured another pint of foam from the pump. I emptied it and went to try again feeling useless.
"Don't worry it can be hard for a little girl to pick up," he laughed.
"Try it like this," he said as he moved close enough for me to feel his belly push into my back. There was an overwhelming smell of sweat and stale beer from him which reminded me of my Dad. His arms wrapped round me as his large sweaty hand held my hand on the pump and his other on my wrist holding the pint glass at an angle. I let him guide me as he poured the pint. It actually felt nice and safe feeling small in his embrace.
"There you go sweetie, much better," he said as the glass filled with beer. He moved closer as the pint filled and as he did I felt his groin push against my firm bottom.
I looked over my shoulder at him more surprised than anything and saw him staring at my breasts. I had not been expecting that from a man old enough to be my granddad.
He moved away quickly before giving me a serious look.
"Another thing, if you want to earn some decent tips, you are going to need to show a bit more cleavage. With a set of tits like that you should be showing them off."
I was aware he was openly staring at my breasts. Instinctively my arms moved round to cover my 32E chest and I looked down embarrassed.
"Look love if you are embarrassed about guys ogling you are in the wrong job!" he snapped. "I'm not employing you for your brains. I need a nice pair of tits to talk nice to the customers. If you're not grown up enough for it then there's the door because I'm afraid getting stared at and the occasional grope are part of the job."
"No no," I quickly replied dropping my arms to my side. "Its just I'm not used to the attention." He stared at me and I felt I needed to explain to break the silence.
"There is far prettier girls you could get them me," I continued. it was true I'm not that pretty, I've never been the popular one at school, I was a nerd who spent most of my time studying. While my figure was pretty good I was what you would call a late developer.
He moved towards me and put one of his large arms round me. "Nonsense love, you just need to tart yourself up a bit and you would be a knockout."
"You think," I asked nervously.
"Trust Les, a bit of makeup, some sexier clothes and don't act so serious and you will be fighting us guys off," he laughed.
"So just act like a bimbo," I replied jokingly.
"Exactly," he replied.
I just nodded dumbly.
"Right I will see you at 7pm."
Picking up my bag and coat and headed for the door. I struggled to pull back the heavy pub door and turned and smiled at Les as I finally managed to pull it open.
As I left I looked down at my buzzing phone. Ian. I hit reject and put the phone back into my pocket. Ian was literally the boy next door. He was my first and only boyfriend. We grew up together. He was kind sweet respectful, everything a girl could hope for. In bed he really focused on me and we would never make love without him going down on me at least once. It was just it all felt a bit safe and boring. I had found myself watching porn more and more. I wanted something more.
This morning certainly had not been boring. I didn't know how to feel after this morning's training. I know I should have been in offended and told him where to stick his job but...
"I needed the money," I told myself. I knew that wasn't the real reason though. It was nice to get some male attention; to be wanted. Some real passion and lust. Les was old dirty and thought women were for only for one thing but for some reason that didn't bother me. After the last few years "dirty" sounded good. The idea that a proper experienced man like Les wanting me for my body was appealing. Also when he pushed into me he felt really big. Bigger than Ian certainly. I bit my lower lip embarrassed at finding myself turned on.
Not that I would do anything about it but as a fantasy it was appealing. It would be nice to have a bit more attention like this morning. It wasn't like anything serious was going to happen. It was just some harmless fun I told myself. If I turned up like some bimbo then I bet Les would be over the moon. It would be some way of thanking him for the job. It would be nice to be the object of everyone's attention for once in my life and some good tips would certainly come in handy. Where was the harm and it was not like any of my friends would be turning up at the Crown.
A couple of hours later I looked at myself in the mirror. My freshly dyed blonde hair hung loose round my face. I had went heavy with the makeup especially the eyeliner. I wore a white peasant top which was loose enough to show plenty of my black bra and even more of my breasts when I leant forward. I wore my shortest black skirt which was about mid thigh but long enough to cover a pair of tan stockings. I smiled happy at the results. I looked like some dumb bimbo. I stuck to my trainers realising I would be on my feet all night. I looked forward to seeing Les' reaction.
"Bloody hell," Les greeted me as I entered the pub. The half dozen regulars looked up from their beers as I entered. I quickly made my way behind the bar embarrassed but at the same time pleased at the sleazy (and often toothless) grins I was receiving.
