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.
