I left the bar after my shift to walk home.
In my 4" heels, I knew that it would take sometime and when I finally got there, my feet would know about it. but I simply could not afford a taxi. My wages were very low and all my spare cash had to go on clothes and make up to make me look good. In the 21st century a bar boy who was'nt attractive was unemployable. Attractive bar boys pulled the female customers in so here I was teetering home in 4" heels a mini dress that barely covered my stocking tops and my face attractively made up. Underneath I wore a lace bra and matching suspender belt which held up my lace topped black stockings and a thong which although sexy was quite uncomfortable.
As I walked, I felt the cool night air caressing my thighs above my stocking tops. A few late night female revellers whistled and called out to me and of course I had to submit to the normal gropes from the passing women.
I felt very vunerable as I walked on as quickly as my heels would permit me longing to get to the safety of my apartment in the cheaper part of town.
Would I make it unscathed. Such is the life of a city bar boy in the 21st Century
