Nodding, she stepped a little further behind the counter but stayed where Bren could see her. Closing her eyes, she thought of a slow and sensual tune she'd heard once and began gently swaying back and forth as she reached up to unlace her bodice.
Over the next few minutes, Kahrin played her body like a finely tuned fiddle, walking around Deena during her slow striptease and using the same light touches and brushes to get her worked up to a fever pitch. It didn't take long before she completely forgot about her audience. The more clothes she removed, the more intense the barkeep's touch became until she was silently begging with her eyes for the woman to do... something. Her mind was so deep in a haze of lust by that point she couldn't even tell the woman what she wanted
Kahrin seemed to know and twisted her hand in Deena's hair before directing her to bend over the back counter with her rear toward her audience. A couple more minutes of the woman's light touches on her sex, bottom, and inner thighs had her shoving her arm in her mouth trying to keep from moaning. Even more frustrating was that Kahrin hadn't even touched her clit and she was so lost in the moment it didn't cross her mind to reach down and do it herself.
When her legs began trembling from being so close to climax, the barkeep pulled her up by the hair and spun her around. Maintaining her grip, the woman pulled her head back, making her back arch and proudly displaying her large breasts. While Deena shivered with excitement, Kahrin's fingers traced their way from her shoulder down to her sex. The feeling of the woman's fingers fluttering across her sensitive nipples made her entire body jerk.
As the barkeep's fingers arrived at her sex, a much larger hand pressed against her back as a second one came up and covered her mouth. She'd barely leaned against Bren's offered support when Kahrin's fingers began flying over her clit. Deena's only respite was a moment when the woman dipped her fingers into her sex to wet them and taking the brief opportunity to rub that special spot just inside her pussy. I felt like only seconds later that Kahrin pressed Deena's head into Bren's hand in an vain attempt to keep the orgasming woman silent. She was certain if it weren't for the big man holding her up that she would have collapsed.
Breathing heavily through her nose, Deena's face went bright red as she realized what she had just done. Her anxiety spiked at the idea of looking up and seeing all the men who just watched her have one of the biggest orgasms of her life and only got worse as she realized that there was no way that the inn's other patrons hadn't heard her. The woman's thoughts were interrupted by a chorus of 'aww's from her audience and a slight sucking noise above her. Opening her eyes, Deena saw Kahrin's fingers coming away from Bren's mouth. She didn't think it was possible, but somehow her face got even redder.
Looking down, the large man noticed her peering up at him and pulled his hand away from her mouth. "Are you good?" he asked. His deep voice felt like it made her bones vibrate and she swore she could feel the floorboards beneath her feet buzz as he spoke. Deena nodded, she was immediately grateful for his assistance when standing back up, her legs were still very shaky.
The new barmaid had expected the men to disperse after her little show but nearly all of them were still watching her expectantly. In two places there were small piles of coins where some of the spectators had left. Kahrin reached down and plucked Deena's small moneypurse from her belongings, collecting the piles and dropping them inside before putting the small bag back down with her clothes.
"Don't be offended, lass. Those two probably had messes they needed ta clean up," said the barkeep while making a loose fist town by her crotch. Moving her hand down she splayed out her fingers. It was easy to tell what kind of messes she was hinting at. "Not that I think any o' the boys here could blame them." Kahrin's comment met with murmured 'no's and shaking of heads. "A lot o' these men'll be yer customers, if yer inclined ta take 'em. But fer some o' these gents, this'll be the only time they'll ever get ta see that beautiful chest o' yours."
Deena pulled the plain white shift over her head then let Ada's dress drop down onto her shoulders. After a moment of hesitation, she reached into the unlaced bodice and pulled out both of her breasts for the men to look at while she cinched up the waist of the dress. "Only time?" she asked. "You don't do this often?"
Kahrin shook her head. "Ye won't be doin' this again. We've nearly shut the place down fer yer little show so those out there who don't want to see something like this don't have to. We canna afford ta do that much, so we decided that new girls do it once if they want and that's it. We're not a brothel after all."
Deena reached down and picked up her undergarments holding the soaked strip of fabric up by one side before turning around and rooting through the pack the sprite had given her for some new ones. She was enjoying how the men weren't acting like a bunch of lechers, so she flipped the skirt of the dress up onto her back while she searched. Grabbing a new pair, she stood and turned back to the men but was instead looking at the cloth in her hand.
"Kahrin? I'm still... wet. Do you have anything I could wipe with?"
"Tongue or towel?"
The question caught her off guard for a moment. "T... towel," she stammered.
"Oh phoo," said the barkeep. Grabbing a folded towel from the back counter, she gave Deena a mischievious grin. "You or me?"
With a slight smirk, the woman glanced at the men and pulled her dress up in the front.
"Thinkin' I'm gonna like you," said Kahrin as she brought the cloth to Deena's pussy and thoroughly, perhaps more thoroughly than necessary, dried off her sex and inner thighs.
The guys got one last little treat when she asked Kahrin to help her put her panties on then bent over the back counter with her dress again flipped up onto her back. As expected, the woman was happy to help but couldn't resist taking a long lick all the way from her clit to her pucker before pulling Deena's panties up and hiding her bottom from view. When she stood up and turned around there was another small stack of coins without a hand covering it on the counter.
As she tucked her breasts back into her dress and began lacing up the front, the full implication of what she had just done slammed into her. It wasn't nearly as bad as she expected. Yes, she was embarrassed, and she was also shocked that she had been so bold. But she didn't feel ashamed, and that surprised her. Looking up at the men, she noticed that while hunger burned in quite a few of their eyes, there was genuine appreciation on their faces and not the piggish leering she was accustomed to. That probably had a lot to do with it.
As Deena finished situating herself, Kahrin went down the counter and collected the coins under the men's hands, sliding them off into the barmaid's coinpurse. She explained later that in the past, one of the men had lifted his hand and hadn't left a single coin. He nearly ended up getting beaten by those around him right then and there. Now, the only way someone knew how much a man offered up was if he left before the girl was finished.
After collecting the coins, one man asked if he could buy Deena's panties. Soon after, another asked about the towel Kahrin had used. More coppers went clinking into her moneypurse while Deena blushed fiercely.
With the show over and their money taken, the men slowly dispersed as she finished adjusting the dress. Tugging the arm of the dress down, she tied the cuff into place around her wrist, thankful for the long sleeves that hid the teeth marks she left from trying to be quiet earlier.
Kahrin called her over to the back counter when she finally had her dress in order. Deena's eyes threatened to bulge out of her head when she saw an impressive pile of coppers and a surprisingly large stack of silver coins lying in front of the barkeep with her moneypurse next to them.
"I'm not sure how much ye had aforehand, but nearly every one of them must've left ye a silver unless a couple o' the gents left ya two." Taking two silver pieces off the stack, she grabbed the rest and squatted down, opening the small safe down by her legs. The barmaid's heart sank, she figured that the inn would take a cut. Sadly, she wasn't even surprised at the amount, it was only slightly more than her old boss would have taken. She stared as the barkeep stood back up and put a gold piece on the counter next to the remaining silver pieces.
"There ya go dear, and well-earned I'd say."
Quickly recovering from her surprise, she hesitantly asked, "How much do I owe you?"
Kahrin raised an eyebrow. "Nothing, and if'n you decide ta spend a night with a customer we don't take any of that either, even though Bren'll be keepin' an ear out ta make sure yer okay. Also, if ye choose to make some extra money then me or whoever is workin' the bar will take yer purse once they've paid ya. I'm bot havin' one o' our girls getting beaten so some arsehole can get his coin back. Payment upfront only, no exceptions."
"How much is my room and board then?"
"Again, nothing. The flip side o' that is that what ye get paid likely isn't what other inns might offer, and yer room isn't much more'n a large closet. Yer biggest issue is that it's me old room so it's right next to mine and Bren's, meanin' ye might have ta learn how ta sleep through me wailin' and Bren trying ta break our bed... again."
The new barmaid mulled over Kahrin's words for a moment, wary that the situation was quickly becoming too good to be true. "I don't understand. Every inn I've worked at I was only ever left with a couple of coppers in my pocket and I always felt like I was locked in my situation. You sound like you are leaving the door wide open for me. With what I've made tonight, I could run off and live well for a long time."
