Steffi grabs the cloth from under the counter and starts cleaning. It was quite the challenging evening, extra busy due to the finals of some important sports game that of course had to be watched on the various screens in the pub. Oh well, "they", the team to which most visitors shouted enthusiastic, but unheard by the players, encouragement, fortunately won, which resulted in even more bar sales and tips.
She's tired now, she can barely stand on her legs. The pub is empty, the last customer has just left, on shaky legs, slurring a farewell greeting to her and Roddie, the manager. They are alone now; an involuntary shiver runs down her spine at this realization.
And sure enough, there's the hand already, Roddie is standing behind her and pressing his erection against her back, she moans.
'Well, that was a great evening,' Roddie grunts happily, running one hand over the curves of her young, slender body, while loosening his fly with the other, 'cause for celebration, come here.'
Steffi automatically turns around and looks at him expectantly. Without saying a word, he takes her upper arm in a firm grip and places a hand on her head, applying light pressure, she immediately knows what his intention is. As she sinks to her knees, she thinks back to the past evening, the admiring, or rather horny, looks that most of the clientele had cast on her ass and tits, and the interested looks of one man in particularly, his name is Nick, if she remembers correctly. Unfortunately, he was suddenly gone just before closing time, she was hoping he might want to hang out with her after work for a while...
Thinking about Nick helps, she decides, it makes what she is about to do less unpleasant. Unpleasant, that word doesn't even begin to describe it, Roddie, a short, skinny man of about fifty, with bad teeth, medium-length, unwashed hair, a spiky mustache and a goatee, is a notorious pervert, always pressing her to do things that she doesn't really want to do, but she can't help herself, saying no is something she never seems to have got a grip on. He's also starting to smell more and more strongly, she notices, as if he hasn't washed himself in weeks, especially at this particular spot, she is horrified when she comes face to face with his measly little willy. She thinks about Nick again, she estimates him to be in his early thirties, tall, wide, he must be almost two meters long, she bets his manhood is in proportion, and probably looks considerably better than Ronnie's.
Suddenly something inside her snaps. She must be crazy for letting this happen, it's not like there's anything in it for her benefit, not even the validation she thought it gave her in the beginning, being desired. Every guy who walks into this pub pretty much wants to sleep with her, she knows that. She has gone with quite a few, sometimes for a shag in the alley next to the pub, others she has gone home with, she is quite an easy lay, but somehow, she's not able to stop herself, and that makes her feel even more worthless about herself than she already did.
But all of a sudden, she's had enough, she is disgusted by the smell that exudes from Roddie's unwashed body, it almost makes her vomit. She jerks her arm free, which his hand is still clasped around, the sudden violent movement catches her boss by surprise and he lets her go, with a stunned expression on his face. Steffi quickly gets up and, grabbing her bag from behind the bar, walks out through the connecting door leading to the storage room, leaving the building in a hurry, all the while looking back to see if that creep isn't coming after her. But his only response is a loud, 'You're fired, you filthy slut!'
She lets those words slide past her without giving them a single thought, he has said that so many times. He wouldn't know what to do without her, she is indispensable for sales, the men come in not only to drink but just as well to see her and have a chat with her, she is an incorrigible flirt. Moreover, she also works twice as hard as anyone he has ever had in service and cash differences do not occur with Steffi; he has experienced that differently in the past.
She has now arrived via the courtyard in the alley between the pub and the adjacent building, still looking intently over her shoulder. This costs her dearly, as soon as she reaches the end of the alley, she bumps into something large and solid, she feels her T-shirt tear as it catches on a rusty nail sticking out of the wall. Oh well, she thinks, I can write that off, too bad, the semi-transparent shirt is her favorite item of clothing, it has already earned her a lot of extra tips. She falls, her whole body is on alert, she has to absorb the fall as best she can, she can't afford broken bones. But just before she hits the pavement, she feels two strong arms catch her and put her back on her feet, as if she were a feather. She looks up and stares in surprise into the gray-blue eyes of Nick, the customer she found so attractive. Could he... She looks at him questioningly.
'Well,' he chuckles, 'you were in a hurry, it looks like you're running from something. Or maybe you had to catch the bus?' He looks at her with appreciation.
'Uh, no,' she stammers shyly, a little hoarse from the effort and the shock, 'I just...'
'Hmm, in that case, maybe you still have time for a chat?' She nods, she doesn't mind that at all, in an all too familiar reflex she automatically goes into flirt mode, coquettishly shakes back her blonde curls, pushes her breasts provocatively forward and gives him a dazzling smile. A satisfied smile appears on Nick's face, exactly the reaction he had hoped for.
During his observations in the pub, he noticed two, rather obvious, things: first, that she has a beautiful body and a sweet face, and second, that, judging by her unabashed flirtation, she is probably very easy-going. And Nick is horny, hasn't met a nice woman in a while, and is looking for a one-night stand. And it seems he has found it, waiting for her to leave the bar has paid off.
Neither of them wastes time, Steffi wraps her arms around his neck and offers her lips, Nick eagerly accepts, she kisses wonderfully. Meanwhile, he runs his hands over her young, tight body with enthusiasm, and he can tell from the moans that it produces that it is appreciated. After they have been touching each other up for a while, just around the corner in the dim alley, Nick decides that it would be a shame to just screw her, standing against a damp stone wall in the half-darkness, maybe he should take her home with him, he is actually very curious about what is underneath that thin transparent T-shirt and that scandalously short skirt.
'Steffi?' That's your name, right?' She nods and looks at him expectantly.
'Do you want me to-,' she glances at his now exposed and proudly standing cock, he shakes his head.
