Im addition to my secretary job, I also had a part time job working in a bar. Pay for males whatever their job was extremwly low and I needed the extra to survive.
The bar was owned by a woman called Harry.
Like all women she had roving hands which was something we barboys had to accept as we could not afford to lose our job.
In addition to Harry, the female customers also were more than ready to grope and abuse us. Some nights my bottom was bright red from the gropes and slaps administered to it.
As part of the conditions of our employment, we were required to wear very short skirts or dresses and high heels and stockings which made us very vunerable to groping hands and of course the constant need to bend or lean over exposed our lacy stocking tops to the amusement and excitement of the customers and to the humiliation of ourselves.
What is it about women that the sight of nylon covered male thigh and frilly undies excites them so.
As the bar closed at the end of one night Harry ordered me and two of the other boys to stay.
"On friday night we are hosting a Ladies Evening to watch the Rugby." She said.
I had seen that a big screen had been installed in the bar. Now I knew why.
She continued. "You three will serve for the night, and just to make it more entertaining for the guests, Ive got you some new costumes."
She produced some pink satin french maid costumes. They were extremely low cut at the front, which would ensure our boobs were well displayed,with a very short skirt flared almost horizontally by fluffy petticoats.
They would ensure that there would be plenty of our flesh on display and an evening of humiliation faced us.
"Take them home and wear them to come here on Friday." Harry instructed.
Wear your sexiest thong,a corst to push your boobs up, stockings and no bra."
"Any questions?"
We looked at each other horrified.Wearing the outfits in the bar would be bad enough, but having to travel to work in them would be awfull. It was summer and to hot to wear a top coat. We all walked to the bar and would be exposed to all sorts of possible violation wearing these outfits.
Ruby one of the other boys put her hand up.
"Can't we change here please Harry?" She said."you know what the streets are like for us boys."
"I want you here ready to work by 6.30. That's when the guests are arriving." If you don't want to work there are plenty of others who will."
Harry was oviously in no mood for argument. "Club together and get a taxi now stop wingeing and get off home. See you on Friday." We were dismissed.
The three of us walked home together for safety, running the gauntlet of the shouts and whistles from the gangs of drunken women out late looking for boys to abuse.
I got home safely and started to think about the coming evening on Friday.
The women would get very drunk and wearing the required costumes we would be totally at their mercy. I could only hope that there would be nothing worse than groping and verbal humiliation.
