Hello once again and thank you for your very positive comments after my exploits earlier this year in America. I am still in contact with Bill and he hopes to make the trip over soon. Things however haven’t improved with Paul and me. The credit crunch has forced me out of my job which I loved. But at least I can become a full-time mummy to Kyla. I was nevertheless keen for a job, any job, that would keep my sanity. One Sunday Paul was reading the local paper whilst I was busying myself in the kitchen. He came in holding it and said “there's a perfect part time job for you”. I took the paper and had a look. The advert read, "Topless bar maid required 2 lunch times a week". After reading it over I looked up at my smiling husband. “Yeah” I said “Nice try, but it’s really not for me”. Anyway later on Paul took Kyla for a walk and I went to find the paper. I found the advert and re-read it. We do need the extra cash plus its only lunchtime work. I found myself nervously dialling the number. A guy called Gary answered the call and asked me to pop by at 3 on the Monday. On the Monday I was so nervous. I started the day by dropping of Kyla to my mums before going down to the tanning studio to top up. By lunchtime I was so fucking nervous, I couldn’t decide on what to wear or if I should really go. In the end I opted for the simple after all it was an interview, I probably wouldn’t get the job as there were younger girls with much better bodies than mine. I chose a plain white blouse, which clung to my body and showed off my 34c tits, which had been given a bit of help with a push up bra. I then pulled on the plain black pencil skirt I wore to America to see Bill. I topped the look off with a pair of strappy heals and looked at myself in the mirror. “Actually Claire you don’t scrub up too bad” I said to myself. At just gone three I walked into the pub and noticed about six or so men spread round the room. A guy from the bar noticed me enter and smiled. “Hey you must be Claire, I'm Gary”. I smiled and walked over. “What are you drinking?” I ordered a Vodka and Coke as I thought I could do with it and we sat down at a table near the pool table. Gary was not an attractive man. He wore a Chelsea top and his forearms were emblazoned with tattoos. He was a little overweight and wore dated glasses. But, to his credit Steve put me at ease and went through the general things that the job would entail and I sat patiently nodding at the right moments and smiling occasionally. Then the conversation went dead. Gary smiled and leaned over and said “I bet I won’t get much response to this”. He stood up and walks over to the door before saying “Right who’s leaving?” I nervously looked around and noticed a guy finish his pint before getting up to leave. As soon as he left Gary announces “I’m locking this door now”. There was a mumble of voices as the guys shuffled in their seats. He then returned to me and says “I knew I wouldn't get many takers. I told this filthy bunch earlier that I was interviewing for the new barmaid.” Gary then proceeded to explain the job in detail saying that he has only had the one girl interested so far and that really she wasn’t what he or the customers were after. He also explained that he had used agency girls before but his customers enjoy “looking with their hands” and that these girls are a little too touchy about being felt up. At this point I was thinking to myself “what the fuck are you getting yourself into Claire?” Nevertheless I didn’t interrupt Gary. “Finally” he grins, “toplessness”. I shuffled a little in my seat. “Sweetheart that top is driving me wild. I have never seen something so plain give me so much wood”. I laughed, “How about taking that and your bra off as I’m dying to seem those tities”. I had noticed that he had barely been able to draw his eyes from my tits since I came through the door. I smiled and laughed nervously before dwelling for a few seconds. With the population of the bar eagerly looking at me I stood up. A couple of guys responded by cheering “get your tits out for the lads” whilst the others began singing the theme from the stripper. I adored the attention and began to slowly unbutton my blouse turning around to my audience. I tossed it in the direction of the bar. Then I began to flick each of the bra straps off my shoulders before unclasping the back. It sending the guys into frenzy as my tits bounced free to great them. I walked back over to Gary and thrust my tits out to him. He stopped his applause and gave them a firm feel. Gary then proceeded to explain that he would expect the barmaid to have her tits fondled when she went round the tables collecting glasses and that hands and fingers would touch everywhere. I didn’t respond, as the thought of being felt up was actually very appealing. We then walked over to a small stage and Gary began to explain that every month there would be a strip. Once I stripped off I would then walk back to the bar accompanied by either Gary or the doorman so things don't go too far. It was approaching half three and Gary said that whilst we had some time he might as well show me round. We walked off the stage with half a dozen eager little eyes watching my tits bounce around as I walked down the few steps. We walked back over to the bar and as I did so I smiled at those guys that had bothered to make eye (as opposed to tit) contact with me. Behind the bar were some steps leading down to a storeroom. As we walked down the stone steps I noticed how cold it was, nevertheless Gary explained that I could lock things down here like my handbag and keys as well as change before and after my bar work. By the time we got to the bottom it was freezing and Gary noticed my nipples were like bullets. “I suppose you want me perky before I start my work” I giggled. We went back up the stairs. “So I still haven’t put you off yet?” he smirked. “No not yet” I said, as I was saying this I felt Gary begin to unbutton the back of my skirt. Before I could say “What the fuc...” my skirt suddenly fell and accumulated around my heals. Apart from my shoes I was naked. I heard a “fucking hell she’s as bald as a coot” come from the guys. Gary hurried round and had a look. “You’re not wrong,” he laughed. “Well then let’s have a look at your pussy”. Now I hadn’t counted on this, as far as I was aware I was going to show my tits and that would be that, I was even prepared for a little fondle. However, there was something about this place. There was something even about Gary. I smiled and strolled over to the pool table. I hoped up and laid back on the bear stained cloth, I then opened my legs to my new customers. “Well that all looks fine to me” he said and judging by the response from the others I guessed the other guys were in agreement. “Just one more test “as he walks over undoing his jeans “can the boss fuck you when ever he wants?” I looked up and saw his mighty cock and braced myself for a good hard fucking, “Of course he can” I replied. Gary rested the head of his huge cock on my clit and began stroking it up and down my lips. They were so moist, and it was such a giveaway I was too turned on. He then eased his way into me, and I felt myself take his full length and gasped out. He slowly built up speed ramming into me as my tits flew all over my chest. His cock was so hard and he was fucking me so fast. I was gasping for breath when I felt his veins bulge inside me. Suddenly he erupted; wave after wave of hot spunk flowed into my body and squirted deep inside of me. As Gary clambered off he wiped his cock clean down my thigh leaving a sticky trail. He then looked round at the other guys that had now gathered round me. “Well…don't just wait for her call your name she don't know them yet,” he barked at the others. On this call to arms a lad in his 20’s climbs on top of me and starts banging into my sopping wet fanny and cums within seconds. As he pulled his exhausted frame off me an older bearded guy enthusiastically shouted, “Here let a proper man show you how to fuck the slag.” As he positioned himself someone forced their cock into my mouth whilst I felt others wanking over my tits. The bearded one took about five minutes of patent nudging inside me before he let go. Towards the end of his session I felt so bored and so sorry for help I obliged by faking an orgasm to make him feel better. I wish I hadn’t as behind him was a queue of others shouting “hurry up it”, or one who I heard say “It’ll be nice to eventually get my fucking cock in that slut some time today”. It was a marathon effort as everyone fucked me at least once; some eager ones got a second and a third. There were some fucking gorgeous studs sliding into me as well! Gary then gained some energy and announced, “Right you lot, you’ve had your go, I want to fuck her again as I've got to open up soon.” I climbed onto all fours as Gary steamed into me with such force. My body bucked and twitched as my new boss came once more in my used and thoroughly violated body. He got off and helped me get to my feet, I stood up and noticed the cum dribbling down my tanned thighs and even onto my feet. It was everywhere. He looked at me and smiled. “You want the job?”. At this point my phone began to ring in my bag, I walked over and noticed it was my mum. I took the call and asked her if she could look after Kyla for a bit longer. After hanging up I turned to my new fan club before smiling and saying “Sure, when I start?” There were cheers around the bar to my response. Gary looked to the clock behind the bar and said “fancy starting in half an hour – I open at 5? Seeing as it’s your first night we won’t fuck you”. “Anyway there’s a shower upstairs you had better get ready”. And that was how I got my new part time job. Paul is none the wiser, thinking that I got a nice little job at the local flower arranges. Well, it helps explain all the bunches of flowers I get from my customers!!