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By Barkeep (address withheld by request)

I rushed into work a few minutes late, hoping that my boss Pat wouldn't notice (he hates when we are not at work by 6pm to start stocking the bar for the night ahead). Fortunately, he was busy showing a new waitress around, so he didn't get the chance to remind me "that 6pm means 6pm." I knew that Beth was returning to school, but I didn't realize that she was leaving work and that we would have a new waitress to train.
I work at McMurray's, a quaint neighborhood, in a bustling Manhattan suburb, just a short ferry ride from the metropolis. For me, this means plenty of attractive women, not far removed from college, with more discretionary income that they know what to do with. It is just the sort of yuppie paradise that a bartender, who doesn't want to work in a resort town, can thrive in. Pat, the owner, likes McMurray's to offer the "complete Irish Pub package" offering Guinness and Bangers and Mash being served by Irish lads and lasses. Which means, that most of the waitresses and bartenders are in there mid to late 20's and attractive.
I have the advantage of being a not too distant graduate and hockey player from a New England college, who gains the added attractiveness of being able to spin a good story and provide a few free pints to improve my chances. I started off with a regular corporate job like so many of the patrons, but after while, I realized that I was far happier in a non-corporate job. Since, I tended bar to help put me through college, I decided that I would return to my roots. What a great decision it has been.
McMurray's is a relatively small bar and restaurant. We can comfortably fit 50 people at the bar and surrounding tables, and the restaurant section holds another 10 tables, plus there are some tables outside during the warmer months. On a good night, it can certainly keep the two bartenders and three waitresses quite busy. And tonight, despite being a Tuesday, appeared to be heading into that direction. Although not a sports bar, we do get good crowds when a game is on, and the Yankees were playing the Red Sox tonight, so there were a few more people here than normal.
I got straight to work bringing up a few cases of beer and stocking them on ice, while Tom, my partner behind the bar for the evening, was making sure we had enough spare liquor and fruit on hand. On the waitress side it would be Karen, a cute brunette with a killer body, who always seemed to tease and frustrate me; Justine, a blonde who had the most tenure and was my closet friend at the bar; and the new girl Erin.
When Pat finally got around to introducing Erin, he said, "Go easy on the her. She can really add some class to this joint."
Erin is a beautiful woman with long blonde hair pulled in a ponytail, who deftly filled out the white T-shirt and khakis (the dress code for waitresses) perfectly. She may be a touch short (5'3"), but certainly not for my taste. And in amazing shape. You could tell in a quick glance, that she had great legs, a cute face and great chest. We also learned, easily considering her accent that she recently moved here from Atlanta.
Erin started off with only a few tables; Justine and Karen taking up the slack, while we all got acclimated and watched how capable she was. She clearly had some waitressing experience, and appeared good with the regulars, but got flustered every now and then. McMurray's has a few tight spaces and neither Tom nor I are too forgiving to the new waitresses, for good reason...
The evening went quickly, since it was so busy. And the Yankees won a close game, so everyone stayed for a while and spent a little extra. The guys easily outnumbered the women two to one, which is better for the tips than the chances for an easy score. Nonetheless, there were still a few worth noting. One redhead who was batting her eyes at me any chance that she got and had plenty of cleavage to show off. There was a young cutie at the end of the bar, maybe I should have carded her and her friends, who left her phone number. And another who I would have paid more attention to if her boyfriend was not draped all over her. What a waste!
Eventually, the dinner crowd trickled out, and the waitresses flopped at a table with a bottle of wine. There were a few stragglers with nothing better to do then get drunk on a Tuesday, so Tom and I were working until almost midnight. We started cleaning up as soon as we could, knowing that we would like to join the girls as soon as we could. The last patron left shortly before closing time.
By the time that Tom and I joined the girls, they were on their second bottle of wine and the laughter surrounded the table. We quickly engaged in the conversation, Karen bellowed "you should have seen this geek hitting on me all night. And then he left a $5 tip."
Justine offered talk about her new boyfriend and how skillful he was in bed. "He went down on me and stayed there until I was so satisfied, by then he could have done anything to me."
Erin offered little other than telling us her roommate, "Stacy, a friend from college, Georgia Tech, landed a marketing position, so I decided that it was time for a change of scenery. Since I was single, I said what the hell. Packed my bags and moved here with her. I decided that I was lucky enough to find this job until I can find one teaching."
After a few more drinks, the conversation changed to the intricacies of McMurray's: Pat's rules and regulations; customers to cater to and those to avoid; food to recommend; corners that always seem to knock off trays; and most importantly, how to work with the bartenders on a busy evening. Since our money is made by patrons at the bar, and we get very little share of the waitress's tips, we will always focus on the bar unless the waitresses offer some assistance and justification. Over the past few years, Justine has developed a great way to assure that we are as cooperative as possible.
We have viewed it as a bit of hazing for the waitresses. Any time a new hire is brought aboard, she is told that the best way to assure success on the job is to win over a bartender. Now, she has the option on how to do this, whether offering a higher cut of her tips, or something more creative (we prefer the creativity).
As the night passes, we have digressed to shots and playing cards. Clearly, everyone is having a great time and passing the night away. After loosing another hand poker, Justine chimes in, "Erin you still need to make an offering to one of the bartenders."
Erin blushes, apparently she has not made up her mind how she can best smooth the waters. Karen suggests, "To help the boys out prepping the bars for a month."
Tom says "thanks, but no thanks. The last girl to help prep only added more work for Jimmy and I. Maybe clean-up for a few weeks or it will have to be something else."
I just nod my head in agreement, knowing that no one would want to stay late and clean up the bar when she could get out hours earlier.
Erin admits, "moving up here has been a challenge, and the until I find another job, I need to save every dollar that I can. Any other suggestions?"
Justine whispers in her ear that since she is so attractive, that maybe a sexual offering may please us. Erin didn't anticipate this, but the alcohol had started to take its affect, so she just giggled and shook her head no.
We all realized that we were at an impasse, and Karen and Justine warned Erin just how unfriendly the bartenders could be: ignoring the wait staff, mixing the wrong drinks, miss-naming the draft beers, spilling drinks, etc. She quickly understood that she had to do something. After a few more drinks, and more discussion, Erin offered "how about doing a little striptease for y'all?"
We all agreed that would have to due, and I think that even Karen and Justine would have enjoyed the show. Erin downed a large shot of Southern Comfort (fitting) and climbed onto the table, but once she gained her balance and started to kick off her shoes, she realized that the large windows allowed her show to be open to people other than the four at the table.
"People walking on the street will be able to see me!"
"Who else will be out at this hour?" Karen asked.
"I don't know, but I can't. I can't strip in public." Erin cried.
"How about a private dance for just one of the bartenders then?" Justine asked.
"I guess that would be OK," Erin said, "BUT, only if the girls get to pick the barkeep."
They could choose Tom, who had a girlfriend, but was known as a player. After a few drinks, he may take things a bit too far. Or myself, who despite the position, was on a bit of a cold streak. This is where my friendship with Justine comes in hand. I of course, was chosen as the lucky voyeur.
Erin and I retired to the office, a cramp room with little more than desk while the others agreed to finish locking up and hear about the dance later in the week. I positioned myself at the desk chair and Erin started to remove her T-shirt and dance. She looked more like a cheerleader than dancer, but what she lacked in experience, she easily made up for in beauty. With her top gone, her arms crossing her chest, but they could not completely hide the large breasts behind her arms and bra. She then removed her pants, leaving just a modest pair of briefs. She continued to dance, not sure if she wanted to continue.
"How about just doing a lap dance dressed as you are?" I offered.
Next thing I know, this beautiful and voluptuous southern belle was gyrating in my lap, and without a doubt realizing how excited I was by her actions.
I slowly caressed her legs and my hands help guide her around my lap. I could tell by her motions that she was starting to enjoy it as well. I moved her ponytail and kissed at her neck. She moaned slightly and relaxed into my strong arms. I then moved my hands up and started to massage her breasts. She released her bra to allow closer attention, and I willfully focused my attention on her sizable breasts and stiffening nipples. She was a comfortable C-cup and I could see as she started to arch her back, that her areola consumed a large part of each tit.
Erin then tilted her head and we became locked in a passionate kiss. I continued to focus on her heaving chest and she slowly moved her hands down to open my pants. She slid down my waist as she removed my pants, leaving only my boxers between her deep breaths and my eager and growing cock. She quickly removed these as well, and before I realized how this apparently shy southern belle was transformed, her soft lips and luscious tongue were surrounding my member. Erin was quite skillful at giving head, and extremely willing at this point. Her ponytail was quickly bobbing up and down as her eyes were fixed on mine. Her small hands were wrapped around me as best she could and helped guide me deep into her throat. She swallowed and sucked with delight, while removing my white oxford.
"Not yet, my master" she said, as she finally came up for air. "I am not done pleasing you yet."
Her tongue continued to lap at my tip, while her hands, covered in her saliva, coated my throbbing cock. She seemed like she could breathe without coming off me for an instant.
Erin then came off me and slid up my chest. Glaring at me with beautiful large brown eyes, she said, "I still have more to please you with."
"What do you have in mind?" I inquired.
"Making sure that you are satisfied and that you make my time at McMurray's a memorable experience. Why don't you get onto the desk? I want you in more than just my mouth."
I repositioned onto the top of the desk, luckily Pat rarely leaves anything on it, and Erin removed her last remnants of clothing. She then climbed on top of me. As she slid onto to me, I realized that she had been as excited as I was. She was incredibly warm and inviting. She rested her hands on my legs and moved herself up and down, ponytail and chest bouncing with each moan. In no time, she was completely engrossed in the moment.
"Come on master. Let me feel you cum with me. Ahhhhh...
"...A little more. I wanted you from the moment that I interviewed here. As soon as I saw you, I knew that I had to work here."
She continued to fuck me and then, she exploded with ecstasy. Climaxing and squeezing my cock within her.
I knew I was close, but wanted to enjoy this for a little longer. Erin was just too damn good looking, to end this quickly. She climaxed at least twice more in quick succession, and started to look tired.
"Well, let's try something a little different," Erin suggested. "Why don't you take me from behind?"
She left the desk and stood holding the edge. I positioned behind her and guided my wonton cock in her once more.
"Yea, Erin. That's it," I said, enjoying myself to get much more out.
From this position, I could see what a great ass she had. Just perfect. Tight, with great tone. You could tell in an instant that she ran often. As I continued to enter her with joy, I leaned over and cupped her breasts. Gently squeezing each nipple. Erin cooed with excitement and began to orgasm again.
This time it was too much for me to handle. I finally released my load into her and continued to pump her. We slowly slowed do to just a long embrace and reclined to the chair.
"Can we retire back to your place to continue? I really prefer beds," she asked.
"Of course, it's only a short walk away" I offered.
We got dressed enough to run back to my place. It wasn't long until we were naked again and embraced making love. We made love until the sunrise, and eventually fell asleep in each other's arms.
When we awoke, "I should really be getting home," Erin said. "Do you mind if I shower quickly first?
"Of course, go ahead," I said, knowing that I would catch another glimpse of her beautiful toned body.
As she came out of the bathroom, dressed and looking great, she asked "I hope that once a week is enough for you? I am not sure if I could do this every night I work."