EXTRACT FOR
The Bar
(Tony Slade)

Jenny had never imagined herself working in a bar. Trained as a hair stylist she'd become disillusioned with the lack of opportunities open to her. It seemed as though every other young woman in Kenya had chosen the same career, and every time a job did open up someone just beat her to the interview.

This is only temporary she told herself as she collected empty glasses from a long table that had been the site of an office party. The guys had been drunk and a little rowdy, she could handle that, they were also very touchy feely, her ass was still a little sore from the number of pinches it received as she tended to their needs. Again, that was something that she could handle, she knew Kenyan men, she understood them, and as a barmaid it was important to keep the customers happy. Especially in this area she reminded herself as she stepped behind the counter and adjusted her panties back into her crack. There were a great number of bars in the area, all offering the same drinks at roughly the same prices, customers stayed if the girl serving them was friendly. And friendly extended to more than just a warm smile, the guys wanted a girl who didn't get offended when they got frisky. Most were decent enough, content with a pat on a nicely rounded ass or a touch of innuendo, but a small percentage liked to take things a touch too far. Jenny had discovered such a man in the group, and unfortunately he'd been the boss, the man with the money, so it was important to keep him happy. Even before the real drinking had begun he'd made his intentions clear, giving the first order he had laughed and wrapped an arm around her waist pulling her close. It had happened before so Jenny hadn't been unduly concerned. His hand was firmly on her ass as he listed the different drinks the group wanted. Jenny had written the order on her pad, quickly totalling the bill in her head. Customers like that didn't come along every day, and she knew that this would be just the first of numerous rounds, she had to keep them there.

And it starts she thought as his hand slipped down to her thigh, fingers pressed against bare flesh and stroked gently, and then they began to rise. Think about the money she warned herself as the tip of a finger stroked against the narrow gusset of her panties.

"Is there anything else I can get for you?" she asked, the end of the order meant that she had a legitimate excuse to escape his clutches.

"Just hang on for a moment, I'm still thinking." he replied, then used the seconds that he'd bought to ease her underwear aside and slip two fingers into her ever wet pussy.

All of that afternoon and evening he found excuses to call her to his table, Jenny knew better than avoid him, the more he drunk the higher the chance that he would see evasion as an insult, so she tolerated what, in any other country, would be classed as sexual assault.

Now his group had left and Jenny smiled, he'd left her a very generous tip, and if she was being honest with herself she was actually feeling decidedly horny, it was impossible to get fingered so many times and feel nothing.