Jo Jo

Hi my name is Jo and I’m 37 years old, married and a mother of two, a daughter and son.

My husband is a police officer and we live in a small rural village in England.

I have fair to blonde straight hair which is just past shoulder length.
I am slim, often going running and swimming. I have small breasts and a round bottom.

My husband is very strict and very jealous, probably because of his job.

My story starts a few years ago when we moved in to our new home.

I met a neighbour at the school gates whose husband was a semi professional photographer.

His name was Nick and he had his own studio attached to the side of his house and as far as I was aware was only interested in weddings, portraits and event photography.

How wrong I was!!!!! But that's a story for another time.

Nick was always pestering me into having my photograph taken.
His wife and I had become good friends and both families used to socialise together.

Once a month we used to go out to a local pub / restaurant for an afternoon lunch whilst the kids were at school.

One Friday we entered the restaurant to discover the female staff all wearing low cut tops, short black skirts and stockings and suspenders.

The boys both made comments about the stockings and suspenders and the topic of conversation turned to us dressing up.
I thought that will never happen. I’m a bit of a prude; I married my first boyfriend and have never been with anyone else.

Anyway, most will appreciate that the UK is in a recession although some will say depression.
Money has been tight since moving into our new home and even worse now. We over committed financially and were finding it difficult paying the bills.
I couldn’t find work that corresponded with school start and finish times.

In desperation I phoned the restaurant and asked if they had any vacancies?

The male owner invited me down later that same day for an interview.

It was a nice sunny day, at least for the UK.

I had dropped off the kids at school and was now at home wondering what to wear.

Now that my time was my own I had had a relaxing bath and washed my hair.
I was standing in my bedroom wearing just my white knickers looking at various clothes in my wardrobe.

I decided on my light weight floral dress. It was mainly yellow with a floral pattern and did up at the front with a series of buttons. The dress hung on my shoulders by two very thin straps.
Because of the cut of the dress, I couldn’t wear a bra.

Anyway I got dressed and left for my appointment.

The restaurant was closed but the pub part was open.

There were a couple of the older regulars sat at the bar. Both were well into their 60’s if not 70’s!!!!

The manager sat me at a bar table and started to talk to me about the position.

I explained that I had never had any bar or waitress experience but that I was desperate for a job that suited my hours.

I think my desperation was evident and Nigel picked up on it in a flash.

He explained that on certain days the female staff were required to wear low cut tops and short skirts.

I explained that I had been in the restaurant on those days and realised it was part of the requirements but if possible I would prefer not to or not work those days.

Nigel told me that those were the requirements and that they were non negotiable.

I really needed the money and reluctantly agreed.

Nigel, picking up on my dilemma decided to push his luck.

“Jo, before I can consider you, I’ll need to see what you look like.” Nigel said.

After all Eye Candy is part of the attraction of this place.”

I wasn’t sure what he was getting at and looked at him blankly.

“Jo, I need to see what figure you have, your legs and whether you working here will attract new customers and retain the current ones?”

“What do you want me to do? I thought you just wanted me to take orders, serve food and drinks?”

I do but as I said the old boys like to look at a bit of eye candy. Hence the uniform. You’ve got a cute face but I need a little more!!!! These are tough times for everyone you know?”
He then asked me to stand up. I stood up in front of him and at his request did a slow turn.
Returning to face Nigel I saw him look me up and down. He then looked me in the eyes before looking down at my chest. He looked up again and this time gave me an instructional look as he looked down at my front.

“I can’t!!!!”

“No problem Jo, thanks for coming.”

“What?”

“Look you either want this job or not?”

“But…There are people over there” indication the two old boys sat at the bar.

“So, they are the same people that you need to impress so that they come back”

Again Nigel gave me the instructional look. I hesitated and bit my lower lip, looking down at the ground.

“Look Jo, you either want the job or not? I can find staff any day of the week. The money’s good and what’s more it’s cash in hand. You also get the opportunity of picking up tips. It all amounts to a nice little earner. Choice is yours so….”

I slowly lifted up the hem of my dress to reveal my long legs. I lifted the hem to just above my knees and hoped that would suffice?
It didn’t, Nigel just looked and indicated I needed to go higher.
I again hesitated but Nigel just let out a sigh of disappointment.

I lifted my dress higher, this time holding it level with the tops of my thighs but making sure my white knickers weren’t visible.

Nigel told me to turn around and as I did so I saw the old boys at the bar had turned around and were watching me.

I immediately dropped the hem of my dress and turned to face Nigel.

Nigel said, “That wasn’t too bad was it? Now ……” and looked at my front again.

I can’t and looked over my shoulders at the men at the bar.

“Jo!!!! Think of the money”

I really needed some extra income. The hours really suited my needs. I thought that maybe, just maybe I could do it and that no one would find out. Perhaps suggesting an alternative place to go out to in the future????

I put my hands up to my top button and fumble to un do it. I was really nervous and my hands were fumbling. Once undone I started on the next.
Eventually I had undone all of the buttons.
I stood in front of Nigel with my hands held in front of me.

The two old boys had moved from the bar and were now standing in front of me.

They were watching me and I saw a lust in their eyes that I had not seen before.

Nigel then instructed me again with a simple look.

I slowly moved one had to my shoulder and dropped the straps.

My dress dropped to the floor around my feet.
I put my hands up to cover my now exposed breasts feeling incredibly vulnerable.

Nigel instructed me to turn around and I slowly moved around 360 degrees.

Nigel then looked at my chests again. I knew what he was asking but couldn’t. My husband was the only male to ever see me topless. I never went topless on the beach and even sort a female doctor.

“Jo!!!” he said with a commanding force.

I slowly lowered my hands to reveal my breasts.

I was looking down at the ground biting my lip feeling very vulnerable but not scared.

“Jo”, Nigel said and I looked up making eye contact.

Nigel then looked down towards my white knickers.

“No!!!!” I exclaimed, “I can’t!!!!” I proclaimed.

All three just stood there looking. The two old boys were grinning and staring at me.

“There is no way!!!!,” I exclaimed, “You don’t need me to do THAT for a waitress job!!!!”

“True,” said Nigel as he got up and went behind the bar. I heard the cash register “ping” the drawer open and shut and then Nigel returned to his table.

“Jo, I know how short of cash you are and I’m a reasonable man. I’m offering you a chance to earn some more money. Something I’m prepared to pay for.”

He then produced a large wad of bank notes.

Slowly he placed a 20 note on the table and slid it towards me.

“No way”

Nigel then added a second 20. I shook my head.
A third and forth 20 note was slid towards me.

I started to wonder. After all he was only asking me to stand in front of him, nothing sexual. Could I? Would I? There was nearly a hundred pounds on the table.

I was staring at the money when I heard Nigel place a fifth 20 note on the table.

“Jo, that’s 100 pounds for standing around doing nothing. That makes a pretty good hourly rate!!!! It’s now or never and he went to recover all of the money”

“OK, OK” I agreed, “I’ll do it”

I then put my hands to my sides and grasped the top of my knickers. I slowly pulled them down until finally releasing them and allowing them to fall to my ankles. I stood up and placed a hand across my chest and the other in front of pubic area.

“Jo, I haven’t just paid you a hundred pounds to cover yourself up!!!”

I moved my hands to my sides and stood there.

“Turn around”

I turned around and as I got half way with my back to them, Nigel told me to stop.

“Bend over and touch your toes!!!”

I snapped, “No” and looked over my shoulder at them.

Nigel was already holding another 20 note.

I looked and stared at the money in his hands. He then added a second 20 note and placed them on the table before sliding it to the pile mounting in front of me.

I turned around, took a big breath and then leant forward and touched my toes.

“Spread your feet”

I looked behind me and saw another 20 note being offered.

I looked back and then moved my feet apart.

“Further”

I heard another 20 being added to the table and so opened my legs further.

I don’t do anything special between my legs. I shave my bikini line and that’s about it. Because I am blonde, my pubic hair is somewhat sparse.
From my experience trimming myself I had a very good idea of the view they were getting.

“Open your lips”

I stood up and said “No!!!!!” in a very firm voice.

Nigel then placed a second and third note on the table and slid them towards me.

I’d lost count but thought the stash was approaching a couple of hundred pounds.

That would pay for the weekly shop and at least ease some of the financial stress we were under.

I looked at Nigel who again added another note to the mounting pile.

I slowly turned around and again opened my legs. I moved my hands up to my lips and slowly opened my lips.

I was suddenly aware of the sensation and a tell tell tale of moisture.
I was getting “turned on” in what should have been the most degrading experience of my life!!!!!

“Slip a finger in”

“I can’t”

“Yes you can”

“No, it’s the position. The bloods going to my head!!!”

“OK, come and sit on the bar top.”

I was walked over to the bar top by all three with Nigel and one of the old men taking hold of my arms.

As I turned to step on to a bar stool I felt a hand slip between my legs and felt a finger touch me!!!!!

I jumped in shock and turned around placing my bottom on the bar top.

My feet were placed wide apart exposing everything for all to see.

I slowly inserted my finger into my self.

I was wet, very wet.

Nigel then reached up and touched my breast. He cupped and lifted it before turning his attention to my nipple.

“Uh ah” I said and looked towards the table and the pile of money lying there.

Nigel picked up a new pint glass, walked over to the table and placed all the notes in the glass, adding a new note for this latest service.

The old men then simultaneously reached in to their wallets and placed notes in to the glass jar before each grabbing a breast. All three worked on my nipples but with three hands on to two it was a bit crowed. That and the fact I still hand a hand reaching down between my legs. There attention to my chest was also pushing me backwards and with the drop behind I didn’t want to be pushed off the bar top.

I moved my hands behind me and leant backwards, supporting myself with hands holding on to the work surface.

One of then men saw his opportunity and placed a note in the glass before putting his hand to my lips.

He separated my lips and started to stroke from my entrance to my clit, spreading my juices as he went. I then felt his finger enter me.

I heard the glass being placed on the work surface and the sound of it almost falling over.

I then felt a second hand playing with me. A second finger was inserted into me and I gasped.

I was then turned sideways and forced down on my back.

My legs were lifted in to the air.

Nigel walked around the other side of the bar and started feeling my tit. He was squeezing the nipple making it erect before he lowered his mouth.

I felt his tongue circle my nipple, applying pressure, one way and then the next.

I had at least two fingers probing inside of me.

My other breast was receiving similar attention.

I was so wet as the fingers worked in and out of me. I moved my hand down to my clitoris and started to rub it.

I then felt one of the fingers exit before being replaced lower down.

No one has ever touched the entrance to my back passage.

I felt this wet digit circle my sphincter, depositing juices all over my entrance.

My feet were forced upwards and backwards towards my face.

In doing so my bottom raised slightly.

Pressure was applied and then I felt it slip in to my inner most sanctum.

*** Please let me know if you like my experience and want me to share more? This was my first time!!!! and if requested I will continue and even write about a few more experinces.