It had been a very busy Friday night in the bar. My feet were killing me and it was just my luck that I was one of the waitresses on clean up duty that night, along with Sasha. I hated it when it was my turn on clean-up duty. All the other girls would go home while we were left to clean the glasses, wipe down the tables, clean the floor and the toilets and get everything ready for the next day.
I had just finished wiping the last table when two men came into the bar. I looked up towards them.
"I'm sorry but we're closed." I said.
They didn't stop but came all the way in and closed the door.
"I said we're closed. It's after midnight You're more than welcome to come back tomorrow, happy hour is 6 till 7." I tried to say with authority.
I was starting to get nervous and breathed a massive sigh of relief when Sasha appeared along with the owner, Mark.
"It's OK Emma, these are policemen. I asked them to be here." Mark said.
I looked at him with a frown on my face. Why would we need the police? Nothing had gone wrong that night.
Mark continued. "I have been checking the takings, and we are frequently short of money in the till. I checked how the losses correlated with who was working, and it seems that any time either you or Sasha are working there is money missing."
I couldn't believe it. How dare he suggest such a thing. I was always very careful to get the money right and made sure that all the tips went into the jar to be shared out equally among the girls at the end of the night.
The taller of the two policemen was around 6 foot tall, quite thin and had very short dark hair. He looked like he should be in the military. He turned around and slid both door bolts across. The other policeman was shorter, maybe 5 feet 8 inches tall, but much broader, as if he worked out in the gym at least once a day. He walked over and took a long look at me.
"I'm Police Constable Harris." he said. He flipped open his notebook and then looked me up and down.
"Shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes, pale complexion, slim and tall. You must be Emma?"
"Yes," I said, "and I totally refute any suggestion that I have been stealing from here!" I stared angrily at Mark.
"That is up to us to decide I think".
He walked slowly around me, continually looking me up and down. The waitress uniform was designed to attract the young male punter that Mark wanted in his bar. Above the obligatory black high heeled shoes was a long black skirt with a split that ran almost to the top. The split finished just at the point where the lace topped black stockings finished, showing tantalising glimpses of stocking top as you walked, something the men loved. If they were really lucky they would get a good view of the garter belt as well. On top there was a nice white blouse, with three quarter length sleeves that ended half way down the forearm. It buttoned up the front and generally the more buttons you were willing to undo the better the tips would be. It was like voyeuristic prostitution. Usually I opted for black satin panties and a white lacy bra as underwear, partly for comfort and partly because if the guys did get to see them it was a good option in terms of tips.
Sahsa was dressed in virtually the same way, just with subtle differences. She had the most beautiful dark silky hair which cascaded over her shoulders and half way down her back. My blonde curls only reached down to my shoulders. Her blouse was stretched by her 38D chest, something that helped her get much more attention than I did with my 36C breasts. I always had to show much more cleavage if I was to get the same reaction. She was quite a bit shorter than me and really fitted the picture of a buxom wench.
PC Harris walked over to Sasha and repeated his visual examination. I could see she was uncomfortable as his eyes roamed over her body.
"This is ridiculous." Sasha cried. "You must have made a mistake."
"I think you are the one who has made the mistake, but I shouldn't pre-judge you. You'll have your chance to prove your innocence."
Both policemen laughed as PC Harris finished his sentence.
"Assuming these girls have any innocence left." Mark joked.
My face went red with rage as I stared at Mark in anger. How dare he say such things. I'd make him pay for that, but right now I couldn't believe the situation we were in.
"PC Wilkes, let's start with this dark haired beauty and see if we can help her prove she is telling us the truth"
The other policeman walked over to Sasha and stood behind her while PC Harris placed his notebook back in his pocket.
"Look sir…" Sasha started to say, but he cut her off.
"Call me Carl." he smiled.
"Carl, I can show you my bag. There's nothing in it. Please let me show you. It's just over there."
She looked over to the door to the staff area on the other side of the room.
"I'm sure you can," Carl replied, "but that is a bit too obvious."
"But…but..you have to let me…."
Suddenly Carl bought his hand up and slapped Sasha hard across her face. She was almost knocked off her feet, but recovered her balance and slowly turned back to face him.
"Don't you dare tell me what I have, or don't have, to do!" he told her sternly. "Keep your mouth shut unless asked something, and then answer as briefly as you can. Got it?"
"Ye.. ye .. ye.. yes" Sasha stuttered, before another slap was unleashed into the other side of her face.
She stood there trembling, a tear rolling slowly down her cheek. Carl looked over to me and stared into my eyes. His face was totally emotionless and I knew not to try anything. These guys were in control and we had better do what they say or we'd be made to suffer, I could be sure of that. Carl returned his attention to Sasha.
"Hold your arms up and out to your side. Hold them straight and keep them there!".
