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Erin's Initiation
By Barkeep (address withheld by request)

***

A new waitress starts at a local Irish pub and learns 
how to assure success with the customers and staff. (MF,
rom, reluc)

***

I rushed into work a few minutes late, hoping that my 
boss Pat wouldn't notice (he hates when we are not at 
work by 6pm to start stocking the bar for the night 
ahead). Fortunately, he was busy showing a new 
waitress around, so he didn't get the chance to 
remind me "that 6pm means 6pm." I knew that Beth was 
returning to school, but I didn't realize that she 
was leaving work and that we would have a new 
waitress to train.

I work at McMurray's, a quaint neighborhood, in a 
bustling Manhattan suburb, just a short ferry ride 
from the metropolis. For me, this means plenty of 
attractive women, not far removed from college, with 
more discretionary income that they know what to do 
with. It is just the sort of yuppie paradise that a 
bartender, who doesn't want to work in a resort town, 
can thrive in. Pat, the owner, likes McMurray's to 
offer the "complete Irish Pub package" offering 
Guinness and Bangers and Mash being served by Irish 
lads and lasses. Which means, that most of the 
waitresses and bartenders are in there mid to late 
20's and attractive.

I have the advantage of being a not too distant 
graduate and hockey player from a New England 
college, who gains the added attractiveness of being 
able to spin a good story and provide a few free 
pints to improve my chances. I started off with a 
regular corporate job like so many of the patrons, 
but after while, I realized that I was far happier in 
a non-corporate job. Since, I tended bar to help put 
me through college, I decided that I would return to 
my roots. What a great decision it has been.

McMurray's is a relatively small bar and restaurant. 
We can comfortably fit 50 people at the bar and 
surrounding tables, and the restaurant section holds 
another 10 tables, plus there are some tables outside 
during the warmer months. On a good night, it can 
certainly keep the two bartenders and three 
waitresses quite busy. And tonight, despite being a 
Tuesday, appeared to be heading into that direction. 
Although not a sports bar, we do get good crowds when 
a game is on, and the Yankees were playing the Red 
Sox tonight, so there were a few more people here 
than normal.

I got straight to work bringing up a few cases of 
beer and stocking them on ice, while Tom, my partner 
behind the bar for the evening, was making sure we 
had enough spare liquor and fruit on hand. On the 
waitress side it would be Karen, a cute brunette with 
a killer body, who always seemed to tease and 
frustrate me; Justine, a blonde who had the most 
tenure and was my closet friend at the bar; and the 
new girl Erin.

When Pat finally got around to introducing Erin, he 
said, "Go easy on the her. She can really add some 
class to this joint." 

Erin is a beautiful woman with long blonde hair 
pulled in a ponytail, who deftly filled out the white 
T-shirt and khakis (the dress code for waitresses) 
perfectly. She may be a touch short (5'3"), but 
certainly not for my taste. And in amazing shape. You 
could tell in a quick glance, that she had great 
legs, a cute face and great chest. We also learned, 
easily considering her accent that she recently moved 
here from Atlanta.

Erin started off with only a few tables; Justine and 
Karen taking up the slack, while we all got 
acclimated and watched how capable she was. She 
clearly had some waitressing experience, and appeared 
good with the regulars, but got flustered every now 
and then. McMurray's has a few tight spaces and 
neither Tom nor I are too forgiving to the new 
waitresses, for good reason...

The evening went quickly, since it was so busy. And 
the Yankees won a close game, so everyone stayed for 
a while and spent a little extra. The guys easily 
outnumbered the women two to one, which is better for 
the tips than the chances for an easy score. 
Nonetheless, there were still a few worth noting. One 
redhead who was batting her eyes at me any chance 
that she got and had plenty of cleavage to show off. 
There was a young cutie at the end of the bar, maybe 
I should have carded her and her friends, who left 
her phone number. And another who I would have paid 
more attention to if her boyfriend was not draped all 
over her. What a waste!

Eventually, the dinner crowd trickled out, and the 
waitresses flopped at a table with a bottle of wine. 
There were a few stragglers with nothing better to do 
then get drunk on a Tuesday, so Tom and I were 
working until almost midnight. We started cleaning up 
as soon as we could, knowing that we would like to 
join the girls as soon as we could. The last patron 
left shortly before closing time.

By the time that Tom and I joined the girls, they 
were on their second bottle of wine and the laughter 
surrounded the table. We quickly engaged in the 
conversation, Karen bellowed "you should have seen 
this geek hitting on me all night. And then he left a 
$5 tip."

Justine offered talk about her new boyfriend and how 
skillful he was in bed. "He went down on me and 
stayed there until I was so satisfied, by then he 
could have done anything to me."

Erin offered little other than telling us her 
roommate, "Stacy, a friend from college, Georgia 
Tech, landed a marketing position, so I decided that 
it was time for a change of scenery. Since I was 
single, I said what the hell. Packed my bags and 
moved here with her. I decided that I was lucky 
enough to find this job until I can find one 
teaching."

After a few more drinks, the conversation changed to 
the intricacies of McMurray's: Pat's rules and 
regulations; customers to cater to and those to 
avoid; food to recommend; corners that always seem to 
knock off trays; and most importantly, how to work 
with the bartenders on a busy evening. Since our 
money is made by patrons at the bar, and we get very 
little share of the waitress's tips, we will always 
focus on the bar unless the waitresses offer some 
assistance and justification. Over the past few 
years, Justine has developed a great way to assure 
that we are as cooperative as possible.

We have viewed it as a bit of hazing for the 
waitresses. Any time a new hire is brought aboard, 
she is told that the best way to assure success on 
the job is to win over a bartender. Now, she has the 
option on how to do this, whether offering a higher 
cut of her tips, or something more creative (we 
prefer the creativity).

 As the night passes, we have digressed to shots and 
playing cards. Clearly, everyone is having a great 
time and passing the night away. After loosing 
another hand poker, Justine chimes in, "Erin you 
still need to make an offering to one of the 
bartenders."

 Erin blushes, apparently she has not made up her 
mind how she can best smooth the waters. Karen 
suggests, "To help the boys out prepping the bars for 
a month." 

Tom says "thanks, but no thanks. The last girl to 
help prep only added more work for Jimmy and I. Maybe 
clean-up for a few weeks or it will have to be 
something else."

I just nod my head in agreement, knowing that no one 
would want to stay late and clean up the bar when she 
could get out hours earlier.

Erin admits, "moving up here has been a challenge, 
and the until I find another job, I need to save 
every dollar that I can. Any other suggestions?"

Justine whispers in her ear that since she is so 
attractive, that maybe a sexual offering may please 
us. Erin didn't anticipate this, but the alcohol had 
started to take its affect, so she just giggled and 
shook her head no.

We all realized that we were at an impasse, and Karen 
and Justine warned Erin just how unfriendly the 
bartenders could be: ignoring the wait staff, mixing 
the wrong drinks, miss-naming the draft beers, 
spilling drinks, etc. She quickly understood that she 
had to do something. After a few more drinks, and 
more discussion, Erin offered "how about doing a 
little striptease for y'all?"

We all agreed that would have to due, and I think 
that even Karen and Justine would have enjoyed the 
show. Erin downed a large shot of Southern Comfort 
(fitting) and climbed onto the table, but once she 
gained her balance and started to kick off her shoes, 
she realized that the large windows allowed her show 
to be open to people other than the four at the 
table.

"People walking on the street will be able to see 
me!"

"Who else will be out at this hour?" Karen asked.

"I don't know, but I can't. I can't strip in public." 
Erin cried.

"How about a private dance for just one of the 
bartenders then?" Justine asked.

"I guess that would be OK," Erin said, "BUT, only if 
the girls get to pick the barkeep."

They could choose Tom, who had a girlfriend, but was 
known as a player. After a few drinks, he may take 
things a bit too far. Or myself, who despite the 
position, was on a bit of a cold streak. This is 
where my friendship with Justine comes in hand. I of 
course, was chosen as the lucky voyeur.

Erin and I retired to the office, a cramp room with 
little more than desk while the others agreed to 
finish locking up and hear about the dance later in 
the week. I positioned myself at the desk chair and 
Erin started to remove her T-shirt and dance. She 
looked more like a cheerleader than dancer, but what 
she lacked in experience, she easily made up for in 
beauty. With her top gone, her arms crossing her 
chest, but they could not completely hide the large 
breasts behind her arms and bra. She then removed her 
pants, leaving just a modest pair of briefs. She 
continued to dance, not sure if she wanted to 
continue.

"How about just doing a lap dance dressed as you 
are?" I offered.

Next thing I know, this beautiful and voluptuous 
southern belle was gyrating in my lap, and without a 
doubt realizing how excited I was by her actions.

I slowly caressed her legs and my hands help guide 
her around my lap. I could tell by her motions that 
she was starting to enjoy it as well. I moved her 
ponytail and kissed at her neck. She moaned slightly 
and relaxed into my strong arms. I then moved my 
hands up and started to massage her breasts. She 
released her bra to allow closer attention, and I 
willfully focused my attention on her sizable breasts 
and stiffening nipples. She was a comfortable C-cup 
and I could see as she started to arch her back, that 
her areola consumed a large part of each tit.

Erin then tilted her head and we became locked in a 
passionate kiss. I continued to focus on her heaving 
chest and she slowly moved her hands down to open my 
pants. She slid down my waist as she removed my 
pants, leaving only my boxers between her deep 
breaths and my eager and growing cock. She quickly 
removed these as well, and before I realized how this 
apparently shy southern belle was transformed, her 
soft lips and luscious tongue were surrounding my 
member. Erin was quite skillful at giving head, and 
extremely willing at this point. Her ponytail was 
quickly bobbing up and down as her eyes were fixed on 
mine. Her small hands were wrapped around me as best 
she could and helped guide me deep into her throat. 
She swallowed and sucked with delight, while removing 
my white oxford.

"Not yet, my master" she said, as she finally came up 
for air. "I am not done pleasing you yet."

Her tongue continued to lap at my tip, while her 
hands, covered in her saliva, coated my throbbing 
cock. She seemed like she could breathe without 
coming off me for an instant.

Erin then came off me and slid up my chest. Glaring 
at me with beautiful large brown eyes, she said, "I 
still have more to please you with."

"What do you have in mind?" I inquired.

"Making sure that you are satisfied and that you make 
my time at McMurray's a memorable experience. Why 
don't you get onto the desk? I want you in more than 
just my mouth."

I repositioned onto the top of the desk, luckily Pat 
rarely leaves anything on it, and Erin removed her 
last remnants of clothing. She then climbed on top of 
me. As she slid onto to me, I realized that she had 
been as excited as I was. She was incredibly warm and 
inviting. She rested her hands on my legs and moved 
herself up and down, ponytail and chest bouncing with 
each moan. In no time, she was completely engrossed 
in the moment.

"Come on master. Let me feel you cum with me. 
Ahhhhh...

"...A little more. I wanted you from the moment that 
I interviewed here. As soon as I saw you, I knew that 
I had to work here."

She continued to fuck me and then, she exploded with 
ecstasy. Climaxing and squeezing my cock within her.

I knew I was close, but wanted to enjoy this for a 
little longer. Erin was just too damn good looking, 
to end this quickly. She climaxed at least twice more 
in quick succession, and started to look tired.

"Well, let's try something a little different," Erin 
suggested. "Why don't you take me from behind?"

She left the desk and stood holding the edge. I 
positioned behind her and guided my wonton cock in 
her once more.

"Yea, Erin. That's it," I said, enjoying myself to 
get much more out.

From this position, I could see what a great ass she 
had. Just perfect. Tight, with great tone. You could 
tell in an instant that she ran often. As I continued 
to enter her with joy, I leaned over and cupped her 
breasts. Gently squeezing each nipple. Erin cooed 
with excitement and began to orgasm again.

This time it was too much for me to handle. I finally 
released my load into her and continued to pump her. 
We slowly slowed do to just a long embrace and 
reclined to the chair.

"Can we retire back to your place to continue? I 
really prefer beds," she asked.

"Of course, it's only a short walk away" I offered.

We got dressed enough to run back to my place. It 
wasn't long until we were naked again and embraced 
making love. We made love until the sunrise, and 
eventually fell asleep in each other's arms.

When we awoke, "I should really be getting home," 
Erin said. "Do you mind if I shower quickly first?

"Of course, go ahead," I said, knowing that I would 
catch another glimpse of her beautiful toned body.

As she came out of the bathroom, dressed and looking 
great, she asked "I hope that once a week is enough 
for you? I am not sure if I could do this every night 
I work."

END

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