The time I showed everything to a strange guy for money

I'm sure most of you know that college is expensive. Even with my GI Bill from my time in the Navy, I still worked weekends as a bartender to make ends meet.

I worked in a very middle-class lounge, holding down one end of the long bar with my partner bartender, Anne. She drew customers because she was very tall and slim, all legs, withhad a a sassy attitude.

I drew them in with my long hair, big boobs, and flirty manner.

The night this happened, the bar was near dead. There was a big game on, and the sports bars drew the customers. We had our regulars and a few new faces.

One new face took a table not far from my end of the bar, and I didn't have a waitress that night. He got his first drink, a Jack Black and Coke, a double, from me at the bar, then sat at the table and people-watched. Mostly me.

He would hold up his empty glass when he was ready, and I would pour and bring him a new one. He would not take his own eyes off me as I walked to his table. He paid for each drink with a 10-dollar bill, waving away the change every time.

As I brought him the third round, I caught myself putting a little more strut in my steps, a little sway to my hips, purposely sticking my chest out as far as I could without busting a button.

On the fourth round, he finally spoke.

"Let me buy you a drink." Holding up two $10s.

I gave him my best smile and a "thank you," taking both bills.

At the bar, I filled a glass with ice and then mock-poured myself one of Vodka. Switching cups behind the register, I picked up my cup of water and downed it.

His eyes lit up, and he got a huge smile on his face.

Drinks five and six went the same way, with him buying me a drink each time.

When I brought him around seven, I downed my "shot" and waved to Anne to cover my end as I went to the ladies' room.

The ladies' room had a little vestibule, probably four feet by three, between the club and the actual restroom, with a door on each end.

As I opened the vestibule door to return to the club, the new face guy was standing against the opposite wall.

"The men's room is next door," I said.

"I was hoping to see you." He says, smiling.

"Well, now you've seen me." As I smiled back at him.

"No, I was hoping to really see you. And your big, beautiful tits. Here's $50."

Stunned, shocked, and aroused, all I could say was " Say that again."

"I'll give you $50 to see your big tits right now." He says, drawing a money clip from his pocket and peeling off two $20s and a $10.

Looking left and right, the area all clear, I gave him a head nod towards the door. As he passed me coming into the vestibule, I took the money from his hand and pushed him back against the inner door, the one leading to the restroom. I put my back against the outer door, blocking it with the heel of my shoe, and turned to face him.

" You can look, but don't try to touch me."

I gathered the hem of my shirt in my hands, drawing it up over my belly, stopping just below my breasts. Pausing just long enough to hook my finger under the underwire of my bra, continued to raise my shirt and bra together.

I stood there for a full 30 seconds, with my tits on full display for the complete stranger.

" Your couch too, a hundred bucks," he says.

Holding my shirt up with my chin, I shoved my pants and panties down low enough for him to see my bald pussy and even went as far as to quickly swipe my fingers across myself, spreading my lips for just an instant.

Pulling everything up and then down, I held out my hand for the cash, which he readily handed over.

I got a handful of his shirt and pulled him towards the exit door, trading places with him and retested to the ladies' room.

Minutes late, once I had calmed down and gotten my senses back, I returned to the bar. The new face of strangers who had just seen me naked was gone. [email protected]