A Barmaid's Tale - Part 1. The Benefits Package - Sex Stories

A Barmaid's Tale - Part 1. The Benefits Package

I was bored. I had left school that summer with no qualifications and the stern warning from my teachers that, if I carried on like this, I would amount to nothing. Unemployed and living with my Mum and her latest boyfriend in a small flat on a run-down inner-city housing estate, life wasn’t that great.

Whilst the boys of my age constantly told me I was, “fit as fuck”, with my brunette hair and bleached blond highlights, and a taste for clothes that showed it off my tight little body, most of them were on drugs, selling drugs, or nicking cars; I could well do without some bloke who would be inside for the next few years, or spending his days wasted on the settee. And in any case, boys of my own age did little for me; older men were my thing. But that did mean I hadn’t been getting any for ages.

The other problem was money. Mum and her boyfriend demanded most of my benefits as board and lodging, which I suppose was fair enough. But it meant I was skint. And that meant nights out up west with the girls, where there might be some decent and more mature blokes, were few and far between. So not only was I bored and skint, I was horny. Really horny. And there is only so much a girl can do with her fingers and a hairbrush handle.

Salvation came when I saw an advert in the corner shop for a part-time barmaid in the local pub. It was a dive, with shuttered windows and a clientele made up of out-of-work middle-aged men. But it was a job.

The interview with the landlords ...

... was more of a chat. Mal and Jane were a married couple in their late 40s. With jet black hair, and dressed in tight blue denim jeans and a black spaghetti strap lace tank top that clung to her full figure, Jane was very much in charge, and, after years of running a pub in a run-down area, hard-faced and shrewd. Mal had a ready wit and a cheeky grin. Despite having gone to seed, he was still quite good-looking.

To my relief, they gave me a job, working five days a week. They both covered the busier evenings; hiring me allowed one of them at a time to take time during the day to do the accounts and order stock, or just take some time off. In confirming my hours and pay, Jane suggested it would help sales if I wore clothes that kept the mainly male clientele interested; “short skirts and tight tops sell pints, luv,” she smiled encouragingly.

The work was easy, although Jane was a demanding boss and made sure I pulled my weight. Mal was great at the front of house. He also had a roaming eye, which, when he thought I wasn’t looking, was fixed on me. It was quite a turn-on; pretending I hadn’t noticed, I made a point of bending over to pick up glasses, or leaning against the bar and pushing out my firm little arse, so that he could letch at me.

A few days after I started working there, Jane had announced she was taking a day off to see some of her mates.

“Just be you and me holding the fort, Tiff,” Mal grinned, with a twinkle in his eye. I responded with a wink, before ...