John was stood at the end of the bar so we went over to him and I shook his hand. “Wow Lucy, you look stunning. Are you ready for your first time pulling pints?” John said. “Sure am; will I have to take my top off as well?” Lucy asked. “Well it is Topless Thursday.” John said, “Didn’t you realise? Is that going to be a problem? Mind you, with that skirt you may as well be naked.” “I can do that as well if you like.” Lucy said. “Let’s start with just topless.” John said. With that Lucy put her bag on the bar and peeled her top straight off, letting her un-tethered long hair fall back down her back. “Start as you mean to go on;” John said, “I like that.” John called the topless barmaid over and introduced her as Daisy then said, “Daisy here will show you the ropes. Off you go, you can’t keep the punters waiting.” As Daisy and Lucy walked off behind the bar I got talking to John. It started off about his business, then mine. All the time we were watching Daisy and Lucy. When Lucy bent over to get a bottle form the bottom shelf her skirt rode right up showing us her beautiful butt. “It looks like your Lucy hasn’t got any knickers on, or maybe a thong. That’ll please the punters when it gets busy later. “Lucy doesn’t wear knickers or thongs; she’s always naked under her skirts.” I said. “Yeah,” John replied, “I noticed that the other day, her skirt was quite short then and she accidentally gave me a few beaver shots. I hope that you didn’t mind me looking.” “Not at all mate, I’m not the jealous type, and Lucy certainly likes people looking at her.” I went on to tell John a bit about our holiday in Greece before he had to go and help the girls. As he left he said, “You’re a lucky son of a bitch.” “Yeah, I know.” I said to myself because John was already half way across the room.
John was stood at the end of the bar so we went over to him and I shook his hand. “Wow Lucy, you look stunning. Are you ready for your first time pulling pints?” John said. “Sure am; will I have to take my top off as well?” Lucy asked. “Well it is Topless Thursday.” John said, “Didn’t you realise? Is that going to be a problem? Mind you, with that skirt you may as well be naked.” “I can do that as well if you like.” Lucy said. “Let’s start with just topless.” John said. With that Lucy put her bag on the bar and peeled her top straight off, letting her un-tethered long hair fall back down her back. “Start as you mean to go on;” John said, “I like that.” John called the topless barmaid over and introduced her as Daisy then said, “Daisy here will show you the ropes. Off you go, you can’t keep the punters waiting.” As Daisy and Lucy walked off behind the bar I got talking to John. It started off about his business, then mine. All the time we were watching Daisy and Lucy. When Lucy bent over to get a bottle form the bottom shelf her skirt rode right up showing us her beautiful butt. “It looks like your Lucy hasn’t got any knickers on, or maybe a thong. That’ll please the punters when it gets busy later. “Lucy doesn’t wear knickers or thongs; she’s always naked under her skirts.” I said. “Yeah,” John replied, “I noticed that the other day, her skirt was quite short then and she accidentally gave me a few beaver shots. I hope that you didn’t mind me looking.” “Not at all mate, I’m not the jealous type, and Lucy certainly likes people looking at her.” I went on to tell John a bit about our holiday in Greece before he had to go and help the girls. As he left he said, “You’re a lucky son of a bitch.” “Yeah, I know.” I said to myself because John was already half way across the room.
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