Martins Bar Rebecca Benet

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Published: April 11th 2013

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27 pages


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Martins Bar  by  Rebecca Benet

Martins Bar by Rebecca Benet
April 11th 2013 | Kindle Edition | PDF, EPUB, FB2, DjVu, talking book, mp3, ZIP | 27 pages | ISBN: | 7.25 Mb

When Renee goes to work she knows shes going to be ogled, fondled, poked, prodded, stripped and spanked. Thats half the fun of working at Martins Bar.This is a Bartholin Book. Bartholin Books do not use DRM.About 3,800 words.Excerpt:Wind whippedMoreWhen Renee goes to work she knows shes going to be ogled, fondled, poked, prodded, stripped and spanked. Thats half the fun of working at Martins Bar.This is a Bartholin Book. Bartholin Books do not use DRM.About 3,800 words.Excerpt:Wind whipped up my short skirt as I scurried across the parking lot.

I didn’t bother to smooth it down, just headed as fast as my teetering heels would take me to the door. Inside a blast of heat from the kitchen welcomed me. I sloughed off my jacket and smoothed the white scoop-necked t-shirt into place. My nipples stood erect under fabric thin enough to show their size and color.Martin stood under the neon Budweiser sign. “You’re late,” he barked. Easy for him to say. He didn’t have to shave his legs or put on makeup. He put on jeans and a button-down shirt every night and that was it.I scurried forward to grab one of the tiny aprons.

“Am not. I have two minutes ‘til we open.”“Supposed to be here ten minutes early,” he grumbled, but he slapped my ass as I went by, so he must not have been that pissed.Vanessa appeared from the front. “Hurry up, Renee. Almost ready.”I nodded and threw my coat in the break room. Sometimes I missed Hooters. There the men weren’t allowed to touch, and nobody could see anybody else’s areolae.

But Martin’s paid like Hooters never could and a girl had to make ends meet. And there were other perks at Martin’s Bar, as well. Like Martin. And if I were honest, this job was one huge ego-stroke.We lined up, six of us, for Martin’s inspection. He went down the line, fussing with hair, stopping to tweak Olivia’s nipples to make them stand out, and nodding his approval. “Important night,” he said, which he said every night.

But the Giants were on Monday Night Football, and that was king here. The bar would be full, the men would be drunk, and the tips would flow freely.“Go time,” Jessie, the hostess, said as the door opened out front. The cold air wouldn’t reach back here, but I shivered anyway. The nerves never went away, no matter how many times I did this.Jessie, dressed in a more modest costume of a knee-length skirt and Giants jersey, started letting people in.

The other waitresses and I checked each other over. How we looked drew almost as many tips as how much abuse we were able to take.I pushed Vanessa’s hair back behind her ears and she winked at me. “Important night.” We giggled together and went out to the bar arm in arm.After checking my stations I grabbed a tray and went to my first table.

Three guys, all big and beefy and ready to roar. Already a pile of peanuts had formed on the floor by their chairs.“Howdy, boys,” I said, setting down napkins in front of them, leaning forward enough that they could see down my top.

“Looking forward to the game?”“Yeah,” said the one on my left. “The game.” The others laughed.



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