Voting has now closed!
I want to start out by saying a big thank-you to all who voted on the re-launch of my blog-poll. The turn out was huge with over 185 votes, which was way more than the 50 or so that I was hoping for. :-)
This poll has had many drawbacks, but I hope to turn these negatives into points to learn from in the future.
Obviously I spoke before about how it was clear to see that somebody had placed 30+ votes for one option in a short space of time, which severely altered the results, as the winning option has only got around 50 votes, so you can see how much of an impact that would have. On a side note – thanks to the gentleman who e-mailed me and owned up to doing this, your honesty is much appreciated! :-). However, it’s unclear to see if there were other issues with any other options, although nothing jumps out, perhaps a couple of people placing 5 or 6 votes wouldn’t stand out by itself, but could still impact the result significantly. So, I honestly can’t stand by the results of this poll being true and genuine, which is unfortunate.
But alas, we will move on, and I’ve already implemented the disabling of multiple voting to the above issues happening again. I was happy with the time-length of the poll – around the 3 week mark does get maximum exposure whilst not keeping it running too long. And another idea I’ve been pondering is to either shorten the options you have, or eliminate the least popular as we go along. For example, you had 8 choices on this one, which could be seen as too many, it would have been great to have had a evenly fought fight between 3 or 4 instead, as it would have been interesting to take the votes that were placed for the bottom 3 or 4 (some may call these ‘pointless votes’, like voting for the Green Party in the General Election etc lol) and see where those votes would have been placed out of the top three or four options. The alternate would have been to start with the 8 options, but then at the end of week 1, drop the two lowest scores, and then at the end of week 2, drop the next two lowest scores, and people can come back and revise their vote if their option has been eliminated early. I may look at implementing this for future polls. I hope to post another 2 polls this year at least, ideas permitting. Feedback for improvements is always appreciated.
Onto the results...
The Question was...
For one week in March, I’m going to have the word “slut” written on my body in marker pen, and you get to choose where I have it written. After the challenge is over, I will write a blog about the week, talking about what I had to do to disguise it, who may have seen it, reactions by people, and how I felt etc.
Blog-Poll Results!
1st – on my thigh at stocking top level – 30% (56 votes)
2nd – on the outside of my ankle – 27% (50 votes)
With the revised rules I posted, these two are the joint winners, and will get 3 days each.
Other results...
3rd – on my breast – 27% (50 votes) – I know, technically joint 2nd, but I over-ruled it as it was artificially high!
4th – on the inside of my wrist – 8% (14 votes)
5th – on my lower back – 3% (6 votes)
6th – on my lower thigh – 3% (5 votes)
7th – on the back of my neck – 2% (4 votes)
These results (or similar results, as I removed the impact of the votes for the joke “forehead” answer from the above), plus a fancy bar chart, can also be found on my blog-poll page until a new poll is posted in their place. (If it’s not up right now, it will be within a few hours, I just haven't updated the site yet!)
http://blogslut.bravehost.com/blogpoll.html
Am I happy with the results?
I’m pretty happy with the two winners. I couldn’t say my favourite before, but I think my favourite two were upper thigh and wrist. Upper thigh as I love any reason to flash some stocking tops and thigh! Lol. And wrist because it has the most possibilities in every-day life. Anything from general movements at work, to handing money over in shops and bars, and countless other ways where it will be potentially on display so easily, and it’s easy to forget it’s there as well, which offers a lot of ways it would have been seen before I’d even realised I needed to try and hide it. I was surprised it didn’t get more votes, but it obviously wasn’t too popular with you guys, and that’s fair enough, you’re in control!! Ankle has many possibilities too, and I’m glad that closed the gap on breast, which was the hardest to do anything with in ordinary life.
When will I be completing my challenge?
Within the next two weeks, I just need to work out the best schedule for it, to get the most out of it. My blog about what happened wouldn’t be much fun if I just said, “stayed at home for three days”, would it? Lol
What kind of things will I be doing whilst having ‘slut’ written on my thigh or ankle?
Lots of things, depending on when we think it will best fit in with my planned activities will depend on what outings they get. From my regular office day job, working at my bar job, going to the gym (in my short hot-pants style shorts), going to college on a weekend, I have a potential work night out coming up, a potential girls night out, I may try and squeeze in a dinner out for myself and J with some friends, maybe a shopping trip (trying on lots of shoes perhaps)... lots of possibilities. I just need to get the schedule right to get the best out of each one, as I want to do three consecutive days of each, so Sun-Tues with the one for example, and then Fri-Sun with the other. I don’t mind the break in the middle, but I don’t want to do thigh on Monday, ankle on Tuesday, thigh on Wednesday etc.
Do you have any say on what I do and wear whilst I do the challenge?
If you’re quick, then yes, get your suggestions in over the next 3-5 days and they’ll definitely be considered. Well, I’ll pass them onto J and he’ll tell me if there’s anything he specifically wants me to do or wear, or how to go about potentially flashing my “tattoo”, from your suggestions, or from his own perverted mind.
E-mail me (or us) on blogslut13@yahoo.co.uk – I read all e-mails sent here unless you write the word “Master” somewhere in the subject box, in which case it is for J’s eyes only. I would say if you actually want to be guaranteed a reply, don’t e-mail him! Lol. But if you just want to suggest something without me seeing it at all, then you can go with that route.
Of course you can also message us by filling in our contact form here:-
http://blogslut.bravehost.com/emailme.html
When will I blog the details of how it went?
As soon as possible upon full completion, so I’d probably say within about 3 weeks from now hopefully, definitely before the end of March anyway.
Take care and have fun everybody, and get those suggestions in quick if you have any.
Blogslut xx
Tuesday, 6 March 2012
Thursday, 1 March 2012
Valentines Day
Unfortunately this year, I was working on St. Valentines Day. I don’t mean working in the day – it was a Tuesday, so most of us 9 to 5’ers were working during the day – I mean working in the evening. So no romantic meal for two in a fancy over-priced restaurant!
But that doesn’t mean you can’t still have a good time.
It’s really got nothing to do with this story, but I will mention it anyway as it will probably help something along the way make sense, I’m sure... for the majority of the day I was ridiculously horny. We’re not talking about feeling a bit amorous, where you’re just looking forward to getting home that evening to make love to your other half. I’m talking about being what we’ve come to know as cock-slut-crazy horny. Maybe you too have felt this way before, or maybe it’s just me and my nymphomaniac tendencies, but I’m talking about the kind of horniness where everybody you look at, your mind wanders to a thought of them fucking you, where every time you bend over you stand back up with a real sense of disappointment that whilst you were bent over nobody had decided to pull your skirt up around your waist, roughly tear your panties from your body and stuff their nice hard cock deep inside you.
I can sense I’m getting some blank looks right now – it really is just me, isn’t it?! Lol
Digression over...
Well I did bend over a lot at work during the day, legs spread just enough to ensure the very high rear split of my near knee-length black skirt opened up nicely to show my tempting seamed-stocking encased thighs, a flash of bare thigh, and I’m sure if anybody was really looking they may have even caught a glimpse of my scarlet red lacy thong! But the disappointment raged on throughout the day as I was met with a string of refusals to my tantalising invitations to ravish me right there in the bustling office.
And as I made my way from my day job to my night job, still wearing the same outfit with the exception of a change in top – from the tight fitting red blouse I had been wearing to the much more revealing black wrap-around top that showed off the trim of my red spectacular-cleavage-enhancing bra perfectly – and a change in shoes – from red high heels to black high heels, I was hoping my disappointment wouldn’t continue much longer.
I was pretty sure it wouldn’t, I knew there’d be a “stranger” at the bar at some point who I’m sure wouldn’t be able to resist my ample charms.
Because tonight the sexy singleton barmaid blogslut was going to get to flirt with a handsome bachelor of a stranger called J. No, we haven’t gone back in time, we were just playing a little “stranger game” where we’d re-create to some degree our whirlwind courtship of nearly five and a half years ago, where we met in just such a situation. It wasn’t the easiest place to play a stranger game, as other members of staff and even a few of the customers will recognise J, from previous times that he’s visited me at work. But we’d give it a go and see how it works.
It was a different night at work, many of the familiar faces weren’t around, dragged away from their Tuesday night beer by their other halves, and there were many more couples popping in for a drink than usual, some staying for a while, others coming and going within half an hour or so, as they obviously had plans at a more prestige establishment than ours! Lol. But the crowd was always pretty good, and kept the staff busy throughout the night.
It was a good couple of hours into my shift before J walked through the door, I’d been glancing at the door constantly for a good hour, awaiting his arrival. He was lucky enough to be able to get a standing spot at the bar when he arrived, he may not have been so lucky if he’d left it any longer. I greeted him like he wasn’t the man responsible for the diamond on my ring finger... “What can I get you?” I said with a smile and a twinkle in my eye.
He stayed at the bar, slowly drinking his bottled beers, not wanting to drink too fast and have too many... he had plans for later that evening that would require him to not be intoxicated. Lol. And although I didn’t get to spend too much time with him, when I was stood behind the bar and not too busy, I would chat to him and let him do his best to chat me up. I didn’t make it easy for him, although I flirted back, leaning across the bar giving him a good look down my top, laughing at his jokes and following up on his sexual innuendo’s with some equally good sexually charged comments of my own, every so often I would spurn his advances with a witty remark or a playful roll of my eyes to let him know I wasn’t actually available, like I would with anybody else in fact.
The amount of time I was spending at the bar with him though did of course cause the green-eyed monster to come out in a few of my regular customers – those who didn’t know of the connection between J and myself – who thought I wasn’t giving them enough attention while the stranger at the bar was monopolising my time. So, next thing I know, I’m splitting my time at the bar between 4 guys who are all firmly fixed at the bar vying for my attentions. Luckily it wasn’t too consuming of my time as they were standing in two groups of 2, several feet apart from each other at the bar, as two guys who were drinking together stood together and the other guy ended up standing next to J. He was a few feet away at first, but as they both engaged themselves into the conversations I was having with the other, they just ended up next to each other, chatting amongst themselves while I wasn’t with them.
From my point of view, I thought this would ruin a plan that I knew J would have. As in our early courtship days when we had our across-the-bar flirting relationship, we’d do this thing where he’d compliment on my stockings, and then tease me a bit before he convinced me to flash my stocking tops to him to “prove” that they were actually stockings. I knew he’d have planned to do this again, but as he’d now gained company at the bar, I thought it would probably prevent it.
How wrong I was. He went for it anyway. Involving the other guy with it. I had my seamed stockings on, so he made the comment about them, asking if they were stockings, I of course told him they were. He joked around with it, saying he wasn’t sure and I should prove it. The other guy vouched for me, which I found quite funny, him standing there telling my fiance that he could guarantee that I was definitely a stocking wearer! But J was having none of it, and even played the “poor me” card, as he pondered aloud about how unfair it was that the other guy had proof of it while he didn’t. It was an interesting conversation, as it’s rare that I’m privy to this kind of conversation – people discussing how they view me. So I pressed the guy as to how he knew I was “definitely a stocking wearer”, and he gave us some examples of times I’d shown too much. Always interesting to hear – often you never really know if your “accidentally on purpose” flashes have the effect that you wanted them to have. I was actually very excited and exhilarated by the conversation, but to play along I feigned uncomfortable embarrassment, and made a joking generalised statement about how perverted the male sex is.
I did give them both a stocking top flash from behind the bar though. However, only one of them got a heavy make-out and groping session in the store-room when I snuck back there when they were coming back from the toilets. But which one was it? Lol. It’s an easy guess, I’m not THAT slutty, regardless of what you may think! hehe
And all of a sudden the traditional Valentines Day guy with a bucket of single red roses walks into the pub, and all four of my guys bought one and gave them to me. J asked if he could get a thank-you kiss, and I reluctantly yet playfully agreed and went for a kiss on the cheek. He turned into it though and got a full kiss, and took a liberty as he grabbed my ass. I scolded the “stranger” for his forwardness. Of course, all the others had to have a kiss too, and they also touched my ass, but in a much more discreet manner. When I say they got kisses, I’m talking about them lasting no more than a second, except J’s as he caught me off-guard as he pulled me into him, so his lasted 2+ seconds. By this time all four were standing together and chatting at the bar in a group.
It was near closing time, just when I thought that our little stranger game had worked remarkably well and hadn’t been ruined by the fact that some people may know him; very few people who have seen him before were there, staff included; that our charade was ruined. My boss, the pub owner/manager, who had been working out back all evening, came out to help work the bar and take last orders ready for closing. He saw J there, and greeted him, giving away that we were a couple with one simple and innocent comment!
The other three looked a little confused and bemused. I made a hasty exit to go serve others, and left J to clean up this mess! Lol. They all seemed understanding to J’s explanation though, and were all laughing and joking as I returned to them a little red faced from the embarrassment of the situation.
After we closed up shortly after that, and cleaned up, and it was time to get going, I went and stripped out of my top and skirt, and just put my coat on over my underwear. I walked back out and my boss was just asking me a few questions when he kind of looked at me a bit funny and paused for a second before continuing talking. He stopped again shortly after that and asked, very matter of factly, “have you got changed?” It was obvious I wasn’t wearing what I was before, my skirt was knee length, whereas my coat only just covers my stocking tops, so either my skirt had shrunk, or disappeared! Lol. I replied with a slightly cheeky, “well, it depends what you mean by changed. I’m not wearing anything now that I wasn’t wearing before.” I thought my answer was vague, but my naughty smile must have given me away as he seemed to catch on to what I meant. “Lucky fella! What you still doing here then? Get out of here and enjoy your night!” is all he said in reply. I headed to the door saying that I planned to, before, spur of the moment, I turned back and opened my coat for a brief second, giving him a flash of my sexy red Valentine underwear, before quickly heading out the door.
I walked over to my car where J was waiting for me – he’d caught the train to the pub earlier so he could drink and I’d drive him home. I was about 10 or 15 feet away when J signalled that I should take my coat off, which I did, and gave a twirl and threw my coat over my shoulder, and catwalk strutted the rest of the way to my car. I then had to find my keys in my bag, freezing in the near midnight February winds. I should think these things through, shouldn’t I – my advice: get your keys out first! Which is when I heard some wolf-whistles and some rowdy cheers, as I noticed the three other of my bar-flirting partners standing on the street not a million miles away either waiting for taxi’s or chatting before their walk home. They couldn’t see anything clearly, but they saw enough!
J just chuckled and gave a wave. I gave a quick wave too before jumping into my car. When we were in, J jokingly suggested, “maybe we should offer them a lift”. I knew he wasn’t serious, but my answer consisted of two words, the first beginning with an F and the second one was Off! Lol. I mean, my car isn’t big enough for 3 passengers! Haha. And there was only one guy I wanted that night.
I drove the hell out of there after that, I had to drive by the guys, so I gave them a beep and a wave as I did, as they tried to peer in the windows. In their eyes, I think I just confirmed my status as the best barmaid in the world! Hehe
Less than 5 minutes later we were pulled over on a quiet country road on our way home and I was bent over the hood of my car, getting the animal-lust filled ravishing I’d been dying for all day. Finally!
But that doesn’t mean you can’t still have a good time.
It’s really got nothing to do with this story, but I will mention it anyway as it will probably help something along the way make sense, I’m sure... for the majority of the day I was ridiculously horny. We’re not talking about feeling a bit amorous, where you’re just looking forward to getting home that evening to make love to your other half. I’m talking about being what we’ve come to know as cock-slut-crazy horny. Maybe you too have felt this way before, or maybe it’s just me and my nymphomaniac tendencies, but I’m talking about the kind of horniness where everybody you look at, your mind wanders to a thought of them fucking you, where every time you bend over you stand back up with a real sense of disappointment that whilst you were bent over nobody had decided to pull your skirt up around your waist, roughly tear your panties from your body and stuff their nice hard cock deep inside you.
I can sense I’m getting some blank looks right now – it really is just me, isn’t it?! Lol
Digression over...
Well I did bend over a lot at work during the day, legs spread just enough to ensure the very high rear split of my near knee-length black skirt opened up nicely to show my tempting seamed-stocking encased thighs, a flash of bare thigh, and I’m sure if anybody was really looking they may have even caught a glimpse of my scarlet red lacy thong! But the disappointment raged on throughout the day as I was met with a string of refusals to my tantalising invitations to ravish me right there in the bustling office.
And as I made my way from my day job to my night job, still wearing the same outfit with the exception of a change in top – from the tight fitting red blouse I had been wearing to the much more revealing black wrap-around top that showed off the trim of my red spectacular-cleavage-enhancing bra perfectly – and a change in shoes – from red high heels to black high heels, I was hoping my disappointment wouldn’t continue much longer.
I was pretty sure it wouldn’t, I knew there’d be a “stranger” at the bar at some point who I’m sure wouldn’t be able to resist my ample charms.
Because tonight the sexy singleton barmaid blogslut was going to get to flirt with a handsome bachelor of a stranger called J. No, we haven’t gone back in time, we were just playing a little “stranger game” where we’d re-create to some degree our whirlwind courtship of nearly five and a half years ago, where we met in just such a situation. It wasn’t the easiest place to play a stranger game, as other members of staff and even a few of the customers will recognise J, from previous times that he’s visited me at work. But we’d give it a go and see how it works.
It was a different night at work, many of the familiar faces weren’t around, dragged away from their Tuesday night beer by their other halves, and there were many more couples popping in for a drink than usual, some staying for a while, others coming and going within half an hour or so, as they obviously had plans at a more prestige establishment than ours! Lol. But the crowd was always pretty good, and kept the staff busy throughout the night.
It was a good couple of hours into my shift before J walked through the door, I’d been glancing at the door constantly for a good hour, awaiting his arrival. He was lucky enough to be able to get a standing spot at the bar when he arrived, he may not have been so lucky if he’d left it any longer. I greeted him like he wasn’t the man responsible for the diamond on my ring finger... “What can I get you?” I said with a smile and a twinkle in my eye.
He stayed at the bar, slowly drinking his bottled beers, not wanting to drink too fast and have too many... he had plans for later that evening that would require him to not be intoxicated. Lol. And although I didn’t get to spend too much time with him, when I was stood behind the bar and not too busy, I would chat to him and let him do his best to chat me up. I didn’t make it easy for him, although I flirted back, leaning across the bar giving him a good look down my top, laughing at his jokes and following up on his sexual innuendo’s with some equally good sexually charged comments of my own, every so often I would spurn his advances with a witty remark or a playful roll of my eyes to let him know I wasn’t actually available, like I would with anybody else in fact.
The amount of time I was spending at the bar with him though did of course cause the green-eyed monster to come out in a few of my regular customers – those who didn’t know of the connection between J and myself – who thought I wasn’t giving them enough attention while the stranger at the bar was monopolising my time. So, next thing I know, I’m splitting my time at the bar between 4 guys who are all firmly fixed at the bar vying for my attentions. Luckily it wasn’t too consuming of my time as they were standing in two groups of 2, several feet apart from each other at the bar, as two guys who were drinking together stood together and the other guy ended up standing next to J. He was a few feet away at first, but as they both engaged themselves into the conversations I was having with the other, they just ended up next to each other, chatting amongst themselves while I wasn’t with them.
From my point of view, I thought this would ruin a plan that I knew J would have. As in our early courtship days when we had our across-the-bar flirting relationship, we’d do this thing where he’d compliment on my stockings, and then tease me a bit before he convinced me to flash my stocking tops to him to “prove” that they were actually stockings. I knew he’d have planned to do this again, but as he’d now gained company at the bar, I thought it would probably prevent it.
How wrong I was. He went for it anyway. Involving the other guy with it. I had my seamed stockings on, so he made the comment about them, asking if they were stockings, I of course told him they were. He joked around with it, saying he wasn’t sure and I should prove it. The other guy vouched for me, which I found quite funny, him standing there telling my fiance that he could guarantee that I was definitely a stocking wearer! But J was having none of it, and even played the “poor me” card, as he pondered aloud about how unfair it was that the other guy had proof of it while he didn’t. It was an interesting conversation, as it’s rare that I’m privy to this kind of conversation – people discussing how they view me. So I pressed the guy as to how he knew I was “definitely a stocking wearer”, and he gave us some examples of times I’d shown too much. Always interesting to hear – often you never really know if your “accidentally on purpose” flashes have the effect that you wanted them to have. I was actually very excited and exhilarated by the conversation, but to play along I feigned uncomfortable embarrassment, and made a joking generalised statement about how perverted the male sex is.
I did give them both a stocking top flash from behind the bar though. However, only one of them got a heavy make-out and groping session in the store-room when I snuck back there when they were coming back from the toilets. But which one was it? Lol. It’s an easy guess, I’m not THAT slutty, regardless of what you may think! hehe
And all of a sudden the traditional Valentines Day guy with a bucket of single red roses walks into the pub, and all four of my guys bought one and gave them to me. J asked if he could get a thank-you kiss, and I reluctantly yet playfully agreed and went for a kiss on the cheek. He turned into it though and got a full kiss, and took a liberty as he grabbed my ass. I scolded the “stranger” for his forwardness. Of course, all the others had to have a kiss too, and they also touched my ass, but in a much more discreet manner. When I say they got kisses, I’m talking about them lasting no more than a second, except J’s as he caught me off-guard as he pulled me into him, so his lasted 2+ seconds. By this time all four were standing together and chatting at the bar in a group.
It was near closing time, just when I thought that our little stranger game had worked remarkably well and hadn’t been ruined by the fact that some people may know him; very few people who have seen him before were there, staff included; that our charade was ruined. My boss, the pub owner/manager, who had been working out back all evening, came out to help work the bar and take last orders ready for closing. He saw J there, and greeted him, giving away that we were a couple with one simple and innocent comment!
The other three looked a little confused and bemused. I made a hasty exit to go serve others, and left J to clean up this mess! Lol. They all seemed understanding to J’s explanation though, and were all laughing and joking as I returned to them a little red faced from the embarrassment of the situation.
After we closed up shortly after that, and cleaned up, and it was time to get going, I went and stripped out of my top and skirt, and just put my coat on over my underwear. I walked back out and my boss was just asking me a few questions when he kind of looked at me a bit funny and paused for a second before continuing talking. He stopped again shortly after that and asked, very matter of factly, “have you got changed?” It was obvious I wasn’t wearing what I was before, my skirt was knee length, whereas my coat only just covers my stocking tops, so either my skirt had shrunk, or disappeared! Lol. I replied with a slightly cheeky, “well, it depends what you mean by changed. I’m not wearing anything now that I wasn’t wearing before.” I thought my answer was vague, but my naughty smile must have given me away as he seemed to catch on to what I meant. “Lucky fella! What you still doing here then? Get out of here and enjoy your night!” is all he said in reply. I headed to the door saying that I planned to, before, spur of the moment, I turned back and opened my coat for a brief second, giving him a flash of my sexy red Valentine underwear, before quickly heading out the door.
I walked over to my car where J was waiting for me – he’d caught the train to the pub earlier so he could drink and I’d drive him home. I was about 10 or 15 feet away when J signalled that I should take my coat off, which I did, and gave a twirl and threw my coat over my shoulder, and catwalk strutted the rest of the way to my car. I then had to find my keys in my bag, freezing in the near midnight February winds. I should think these things through, shouldn’t I – my advice: get your keys out first! Which is when I heard some wolf-whistles and some rowdy cheers, as I noticed the three other of my bar-flirting partners standing on the street not a million miles away either waiting for taxi’s or chatting before their walk home. They couldn’t see anything clearly, but they saw enough!
J just chuckled and gave a wave. I gave a quick wave too before jumping into my car. When we were in, J jokingly suggested, “maybe we should offer them a lift”. I knew he wasn’t serious, but my answer consisted of two words, the first beginning with an F and the second one was Off! Lol. I mean, my car isn’t big enough for 3 passengers! Haha. And there was only one guy I wanted that night.
I drove the hell out of there after that, I had to drive by the guys, so I gave them a beep and a wave as I did, as they tried to peer in the windows. In their eyes, I think I just confirmed my status as the best barmaid in the world! Hehe
Less than 5 minutes later we were pulled over on a quiet country road on our way home and I was bent over the hood of my car, getting the animal-lust filled ravishing I’d been dying for all day. Finally!
Sunday, 26 February 2012
Blog Poll Update
Okay, so there has been some unusual voting patterns on my blog-poll recently.
It's partly my fault, as I left it open so that people were allowed to vote more than once, as I didn't expect people to take advantage of that system, and I wanted those who were torn between a couple of choices to be able to vote on both if they needed to. And also, to be honest, I was hoping it would get me a few extra votes and massage my ego a little as I was expecting quite a low vote turn-out.
But, in one day last week, one of the options on my poll went from being a distant third to a clear first, leading by about 25 votes. Meaning it got about 40 votes in one day (or less than 1 day), and suddenly had 55% of all votes that had been made on the poll.
Is that a clear indication of somebody “fixing” the poll? I don't know, there is the off chance that it's coincidence and that it just so happened that many people happened to read my blog/poll that day that all had similar opinions. However, that is unlikely. The fact that it got so few votes before that, and has got so few votes since then, would indicate some very suspicious voting patterns on that day, and any fixing or cheating of course ruins the fun of this poll for everybody. Unfortunately, I can't track who has voted and how many times they've voted.
This short blog entry is just to say three things...
Firstly, due to this, I am changing the rules of this poll challenge slightly. As I believe the winning entry has been (assuming it retains it's winning status) manipulated, but I cannot prove that so it would be wrong of me to disqualify that entry, the new rules of this poll is that the TWO highest voted entries will now be crowned joint winners. I will have the word “slut” written on me in each of those two places for three days each. All other rules and guidelines of the poll remain the same.
Secondly, I have now deactivated multiple voting from the same IP address. You can press vote as many times as you like now, but only your first vote will be counted.
And thirdly and finally, if somebody wants to confess to fixing my poll results, then I would be very grateful for your honesty. I'm not mad, you just took advantage of the system that I put in place, but if you'd like to send me a quick e-mail to confess and perhaps apologise or tell me why that particular option is so important to you, it would restore my faith in people! You can even message me anonymously by using my e-mail contact form, which I don't think requires an e-mail address, or at the very least doesn't require a truthful or valid e-mail address...
http://blogslut.bravehost.com/emailme.html
There's still a week or so to vote on my poll, if you haven't voted yet, or even if you just want to vote again as now the top two highest votes will win, so you can try and get your favourite into the top two. Hey, maybe the recent influx in votes to one particular option was real, so if it gets another 40 votes I can hang my head in shame for being accusatory today!!
Vote using the link below...
http://blogslut.bravehost.com/blogpoll.html
Current poll standings are:-
1st – 39% - Breast
2nd – 23% - Upper thigh (stocking top level)
3rd – 22% - Ankle
4th – 4% Lower Back
5th= - 3% Wrist, Back of neck, and lower thigh
Until next time (my belated Valentines Day blog will be posted in the next few days), bye for now!
Blogslut x
It's partly my fault, as I left it open so that people were allowed to vote more than once, as I didn't expect people to take advantage of that system, and I wanted those who were torn between a couple of choices to be able to vote on both if they needed to. And also, to be honest, I was hoping it would get me a few extra votes and massage my ego a little as I was expecting quite a low vote turn-out.
But, in one day last week, one of the options on my poll went from being a distant third to a clear first, leading by about 25 votes. Meaning it got about 40 votes in one day (or less than 1 day), and suddenly had 55% of all votes that had been made on the poll.
Is that a clear indication of somebody “fixing” the poll? I don't know, there is the off chance that it's coincidence and that it just so happened that many people happened to read my blog/poll that day that all had similar opinions. However, that is unlikely. The fact that it got so few votes before that, and has got so few votes since then, would indicate some very suspicious voting patterns on that day, and any fixing or cheating of course ruins the fun of this poll for everybody. Unfortunately, I can't track who has voted and how many times they've voted.
This short blog entry is just to say three things...
Firstly, due to this, I am changing the rules of this poll challenge slightly. As I believe the winning entry has been (assuming it retains it's winning status) manipulated, but I cannot prove that so it would be wrong of me to disqualify that entry, the new rules of this poll is that the TWO highest voted entries will now be crowned joint winners. I will have the word “slut” written on me in each of those two places for three days each. All other rules and guidelines of the poll remain the same.
Secondly, I have now deactivated multiple voting from the same IP address. You can press vote as many times as you like now, but only your first vote will be counted.
And thirdly and finally, if somebody wants to confess to fixing my poll results, then I would be very grateful for your honesty. I'm not mad, you just took advantage of the system that I put in place, but if you'd like to send me a quick e-mail to confess and perhaps apologise or tell me why that particular option is so important to you, it would restore my faith in people! You can even message me anonymously by using my e-mail contact form, which I don't think requires an e-mail address, or at the very least doesn't require a truthful or valid e-mail address...
http://blogslut.bravehost.com/emailme.html
There's still a week or so to vote on my poll, if you haven't voted yet, or even if you just want to vote again as now the top two highest votes will win, so you can try and get your favourite into the top two. Hey, maybe the recent influx in votes to one particular option was real, so if it gets another 40 votes I can hang my head in shame for being accusatory today!!
Vote using the link below...
http://blogslut.bravehost.com/blogpoll.html
Current poll standings are:-
1st – 39% - Breast
2nd – 23% - Upper thigh (stocking top level)
3rd – 22% - Ankle
4th – 4% Lower Back
5th= - 3% Wrist, Back of neck, and lower thigh
Until next time (my belated Valentines Day blog will be posted in the next few days), bye for now!
Blogslut x
Wednesday, 15 February 2012
The Blog-Poll Feb 2012!
It’s blog-poll time!!
Okay, since this is my first poll in God knows how long, I thought I’d keep the question quite simple.
I have some good ideas for some future polls, but I’m sure you guys have even better ideas, so send your ideas for poll questions to me, as I’d really love to hear them...
To start off by setting the scene; a few years ago I posted a fairly popular blog about “temporary tattoos” – having a naughty or obscene word written on my body in black marker pen. I got a bit of feedback about that blog from several people who really enjoyed that story, and enjoyed the idea of a sub having things written on her body in marker pen.
So for this challenge, I am going to do this again, and I’m going to have a naughty word written somewhere on my body for a whole week, and this blog poll lets you decide where I have this word written.
So to give the full blog question:-
For one week in March, I’m going to have the word “slut” written on my body in marker pen, and you get to choose where I have it written. After the challenge is over, I will write a blog about the week, talking about what I had to do to disguise it, who may have seen it, reactions by people, and how I felt etc.
Your choices are:-
1) on the inside of my wrist – perhaps to be attempted to be hidden by bracelets or by trying not to display my wrist to anybody. I won’t wear tops that completely cover it.
2) on the outside of my ankle – not much chance to hide this except with shoe straps and stockings etc.
3) on the back of my neck – to be hidden by my just past the shoulder length hair
4) on my lower back, just above skirt hemline, to potentially be seen if my skirt sits low and/or my top rides up.
5) on my thigh at around stocking top level – easy to hide, but the challenge is to give people the opportunity to potentially see it, so this one may encourage the wearing of shorter skirts and more stocking top flashes.
6) on my thigh at around skirt hemline level – my penchant for stockings and short skirts always brings people’s attention to my thighs, who may focus clearly enough to see the word written on my thigh?
7) on my breast, to potentially be seen to the eagle-eyed voyeur who tries to get a good look down my top, perhaps in low cut or loose fitting tops to enable an unobstructed glimpse to people.
Vote for your choice here:- http://blogslut.bravehost.com/blogpoll.html
Voting will close in early March, and voting results will be published at that point, and the challenge will be accepted and undertaken shortly after that.
And remember everybody, if you enjoy the thought of the interactive poll, and being able to, as a group, control something about me, then please vote, as I can only continue doing polls as long as the interest is there. You may not be interested in this specific poll, but support it anyway as I’m sure there’ll be other polls that you will love. Be it choosing a suitable punishment for me when I’ve been bad, or picking my outfit, deciding just how slutty I should be, or who I should be slutty around etc etc. There’s so much we can do with this poll, and as I said, your ideas and feedback are more than welcome! As well as running polls where you make the decisions, I’m also going to hopefully throw in some opinion based polls now and then where you can share your opinion on certain subjects.
I’ll be posting a regular blog in the next few days as well... I’m really spoiling you all so far in 2012!
Okay, since this is my first poll in God knows how long, I thought I’d keep the question quite simple.
I have some good ideas for some future polls, but I’m sure you guys have even better ideas, so send your ideas for poll questions to me, as I’d really love to hear them...
To start off by setting the scene; a few years ago I posted a fairly popular blog about “temporary tattoos” – having a naughty or obscene word written on my body in black marker pen. I got a bit of feedback about that blog from several people who really enjoyed that story, and enjoyed the idea of a sub having things written on her body in marker pen.
So for this challenge, I am going to do this again, and I’m going to have a naughty word written somewhere on my body for a whole week, and this blog poll lets you decide where I have this word written.
So to give the full blog question:-
For one week in March, I’m going to have the word “slut” written on my body in marker pen, and you get to choose where I have it written. After the challenge is over, I will write a blog about the week, talking about what I had to do to disguise it, who may have seen it, reactions by people, and how I felt etc.
Your choices are:-
1) on the inside of my wrist – perhaps to be attempted to be hidden by bracelets or by trying not to display my wrist to anybody. I won’t wear tops that completely cover it.
2) on the outside of my ankle – not much chance to hide this except with shoe straps and stockings etc.
3) on the back of my neck – to be hidden by my just past the shoulder length hair
4) on my lower back, just above skirt hemline, to potentially be seen if my skirt sits low and/or my top rides up.
5) on my thigh at around stocking top level – easy to hide, but the challenge is to give people the opportunity to potentially see it, so this one may encourage the wearing of shorter skirts and more stocking top flashes.
6) on my thigh at around skirt hemline level – my penchant for stockings and short skirts always brings people’s attention to my thighs, who may focus clearly enough to see the word written on my thigh?
7) on my breast, to potentially be seen to the eagle-eyed voyeur who tries to get a good look down my top, perhaps in low cut or loose fitting tops to enable an unobstructed glimpse to people.
Vote for your choice here:- http://blogslut.bravehost.com/blogpoll.html
Voting will close in early March, and voting results will be published at that point, and the challenge will be accepted and undertaken shortly after that.
And remember everybody, if you enjoy the thought of the interactive poll, and being able to, as a group, control something about me, then please vote, as I can only continue doing polls as long as the interest is there. You may not be interested in this specific poll, but support it anyway as I’m sure there’ll be other polls that you will love. Be it choosing a suitable punishment for me when I’ve been bad, or picking my outfit, deciding just how slutty I should be, or who I should be slutty around etc etc. There’s so much we can do with this poll, and as I said, your ideas and feedback are more than welcome! As well as running polls where you make the decisions, I’m also going to hopefully throw in some opinion based polls now and then where you can share your opinion on certain subjects.
I’ll be posting a regular blog in the next few days as well... I’m really spoiling you all so far in 2012!
Wednesday, 8 February 2012
I get great tips!
This is another one of those topics that some of you may already know about, and others won’t.
I talk about my day-job – without going into excessive detail – quite a bit in my blog. But I don’t talk about my second job quite so much. But I do have a second job, one I do more for love than for money, although the little extra bit of cash does come in handy to support my ten years of accumulated credit card debt and my shopping addiction. ;-p
I work in a pub / bar two evenings a week, and every other Sunday. It’s not much, I generally work 4 hours on my evening shifts and 5-6 hours on my Sunday shift, so it’s only 8-14 hours per week on top of my 38 hour p/w day job. And it’s practically minimum wage, so I don’t earn much from it. Like I said, it’s more about love than money. I know it sounds strange to “love” a job as a barmaid/waitress, but it really fits in with my personality well. While the office job lets the intelligent numbers-geek side of me shine, the bar job lets my fun, bubbly flirty personality have its moment in the sun. I like meeting people, and an office job doesn’t give too much opportunity for that when you stare at the same 4 walls and the same dozen faces all day every day.
I especially love the shifts I do. From a financial point of view, most people want the busy nights, because firstly the rate of pay is slightly higher for Friday’s and Saturday’s, which I don’t work unless I have to, plus the tips can be higher as you’ll generally serve 3-4+ times more drinks on a Friday night, compared to a Tuesday night for example. I disagree with the tips theory overall though, as the Tuesday night crowd that I get won’t be as big, but they’re more likely to tip better as they generally aren’t the early 20-somethings out to get as much drink as possible for the few pounds in their pockets, it’s more 30-50+ aged more mature type people grabbing a bite to eat and a few glasses of wine in mid-week. Some of the other girls call Tuesday night “Dirty Old Man” night, because of the leary 40’s/50’s crowd who spend all evening hitting on you, as they get a bit over excited, ’escaping the old ball and chain at home for a few hours’ as they put it. But they’re harmless. The fact that nobody really like’s working that night is one of the reason’s why I got it when I started working there as they needed somebody to do that shift, and it was perfect for me as I just wanted a couple of quieter mid-week nights. So it’s more than fine by me to have to do the Tuesday, it’s my favourite night to work, and I’m more than happy to handle a few “dirty old men”! lol.
Like I said though, I don’t agree that you necessarily get more tips on the busier Friday and Saturday shifts... we generally pool our tips and they get divided up across everybody who worked that day. Anything you get given as a tip goes into the jar. And anybody who pays by card and chooses to add a tip at that point, that will get added on by management when they work it out too. But anyway, the average that each person takes home on Tuesday for example is about £10 if that, it’s been known to be as low as £2 or £3 per person, whereas you’re probably looking at £25 quite easily for the busier nights. So yes, the theory is right, but I think the lowest amount of tips that I’ve personally put in the jar on any of my shifts is £25, so I think that if we took our own tips home rather than pooling and splitting evenly, I’d come out better on my “crappy” shifts than many would on the busy shifts. The most tips I can remember putting in was £143 for a four and a half hour shift or so, and I only got given £25 tips for that night after it was divided up. The jar got pooled between 6 people that day, as it’s split between everybody on all shifts for that day, that means the tips total was about £150. If you like your numbers like I do, you’ll note that my share would have been 95% of that total, compared to the 16% of it I took home. I think everybody did very well out of me that night! I felt a bit aggrieved I must admit, as if everyone wanted to make good tips that night they should have barely worn the outfit that I did! Lol. Nobody knows who puts what in the jar though, unless you add up your own tips as you go along (like I usually do!).
That big tips day was back in February 2011, the day after Valentine’s Day, and the place was almost dead with only about 12-15 people max in at any point that I was there. But I was wearing an outfit that combined being very short with also being exceptionally low cut as my C-cup breasts spilled out of my top, and it mostly came from one group of 5 cheeky guys around their late 40’s who were there on their semi-regular Tuesday boys night out. I see them there a lot on Tuesday’s and we’ve built a friendly flirty relationship, I let them get away with lewd comments that many of the girls wouldn’t, and I’m often a bit of a tease around them, bending over unnecessarily a few too many times with a seductive smile and a twinkle in my eye. And I think they all appreciate having a fully grown-up woman waiting on them rather than the barely out of nappies 18 or 19 year old Uni students that is what a large chunk of the staff is made up of. LOL.
And forgetting the sultry slutiness, I do my standard job very well too. As long as it’s not too busy I’ll always go the extra mile and offer to bring their drinks to their table rather than have them collect them themselves, which is the standard process, but I do that for everybody, they’re not that special! And they usually tip well, compared to their actual bill, for the great friendly service I give them.
And on this particular evening, they were practically half the customers in the bar, and were pretty much there for my entire 4 hour shift, so I spent quite a bit of time chatting with them just to pass the time. There were two of us working the bar, and the five guys came in shortly after I got there, and headed straight for me and we greeted each other with big smiles and the usual small talk for a few minutes, it had been a good 5 or 6 weeks since I’d seen them last as I’d missed a few Tuesday shifts in the previous few weeks for various reasons and they came in on Tuesday every few weeks, so our paths just hadn’t crossed for a while. I took their order and I told them to go sit down and I’d bring them over. They went over to one of the bigger tables on the empty side of the bar – there were only 2 or 3 other tables occupied, but they were on the other side of the bar.
After that we just kind of waited for more people to arrive and for things to get busier, as it normally does as we get closer to 9pm, but with the exception of a few people coming in, which was offset by a few people leaving during the same time period, it never got busy. By this time, as I served people at the bar, to be nice I’d already been telling them that while things were so quiet, if they needed anything to just get my attention and I’d come over. Some took me up on the offer, others must have felt a bit weird waving across the room, so still walked up to the bar regardless.
Of course, my bunch of guys took me up on the offer, and were having a bit of fun with it. “Waitress” they’d jokingly call out to me when I was in earshot. They’d also use my name sometimes too, which they knew because they were regulars, plus it’s on my name-tag! And they started calling me over regularly for silly reasons, such as refilling their glasses – they were ordering bottles of wine rather than glasses, so one of them would have an empty glass while there was a half bottle of wine sat on their table; usually people just top themselves up! They wouldn’t even wait until they all had empty glasses, they started calling me over individually whenever any one of them had an empty glass. I was almost in a constant walk to or from their table for a while there! They were enjoying me sexily sauntering to and from them, with my heels clicking sexily against the floor. But I was quite thankful for the entertainment as well, as it was so quiet I was getting immensely bored, and I was in a flirty mood, so several times I stopped and chatted to them for a few minutes, even pulling up a chair to join them briefly a few times. Joining them for some innuendo interspersed chat and they were telling me about a wine-tasting event they were going to soon and were showing me how to taste wine properly, by sniffing it and swilling it around your mouth, which of course led to some “spits or swallows” jokes as I swirled wine around my mouth. I swallowed, of course! ;-p
As the night wore on, I was bringing their change back to them after they’d paid for another bottle of wine, and while I was leaning over the table giving them an eyeful of cleavage while I poured wine into a few of their glasses, one of them picked up a £10 note from his change and just slipped it right into my bra, which was slightly on display as they gazed down my top. I didn’t really know what to say, but they all laughed, and I joined in. I went back to the bar with that £10 note sticking out of my bra and put it in the tip jar.
After that it became a bit of an ongoing joke, they were all tipping me £5 and £10 notes, providing I let them stick the money directly into my bra! A few times they copped a little feel as they did so, and I’m sure a couple of times they pulled my bra away from my breast to create some room for their money and potentially got a glimpse of nipple for their troubles. At one point they handed me a £20 note and asked if I could change it for four £5’s. I went to the bar, got them four £5’s and came back, only for them to distribute them amongst themselves so they could each slip a £5 note into my bra.
Not the usual way to act in work really, but it was quiet, nobody else could really see what was going on because of where they were sat, slightly away from everybody else, and I was bored and in a bit of a flirty and naughty mood, so it was all a bit of harmless fun! :-)
And it all earned me £120 to add onto the £23 of tips I got from everybody else that night for being a friendly hostess providing exceptional service, which is how I earned my £143 of tips that night. And no, nobody got to put any coins into my bra! lol
By deduction, everybody else combined in that whole day made a grand total of £7, giving the tip jar £150 to be distributed between the 6 staff members that worked any of the shifts that Tuesday. I walked away with £25 as did all the others, and the other staff members that day earned a massive £24 extra each purely because I let 5 guys feel up my boobs!
Isn’t life unfair! Lol
I talk about my day-job – without going into excessive detail – quite a bit in my blog. But I don’t talk about my second job quite so much. But I do have a second job, one I do more for love than for money, although the little extra bit of cash does come in handy to support my ten years of accumulated credit card debt and my shopping addiction. ;-p
I work in a pub / bar two evenings a week, and every other Sunday. It’s not much, I generally work 4 hours on my evening shifts and 5-6 hours on my Sunday shift, so it’s only 8-14 hours per week on top of my 38 hour p/w day job. And it’s practically minimum wage, so I don’t earn much from it. Like I said, it’s more about love than money. I know it sounds strange to “love” a job as a barmaid/waitress, but it really fits in with my personality well. While the office job lets the intelligent numbers-geek side of me shine, the bar job lets my fun, bubbly flirty personality have its moment in the sun. I like meeting people, and an office job doesn’t give too much opportunity for that when you stare at the same 4 walls and the same dozen faces all day every day.
I especially love the shifts I do. From a financial point of view, most people want the busy nights, because firstly the rate of pay is slightly higher for Friday’s and Saturday’s, which I don’t work unless I have to, plus the tips can be higher as you’ll generally serve 3-4+ times more drinks on a Friday night, compared to a Tuesday night for example. I disagree with the tips theory overall though, as the Tuesday night crowd that I get won’t be as big, but they’re more likely to tip better as they generally aren’t the early 20-somethings out to get as much drink as possible for the few pounds in their pockets, it’s more 30-50+ aged more mature type people grabbing a bite to eat and a few glasses of wine in mid-week. Some of the other girls call Tuesday night “Dirty Old Man” night, because of the leary 40’s/50’s crowd who spend all evening hitting on you, as they get a bit over excited, ’escaping the old ball and chain at home for a few hours’ as they put it. But they’re harmless. The fact that nobody really like’s working that night is one of the reason’s why I got it when I started working there as they needed somebody to do that shift, and it was perfect for me as I just wanted a couple of quieter mid-week nights. So it’s more than fine by me to have to do the Tuesday, it’s my favourite night to work, and I’m more than happy to handle a few “dirty old men”! lol.
Like I said though, I don’t agree that you necessarily get more tips on the busier Friday and Saturday shifts... we generally pool our tips and they get divided up across everybody who worked that day. Anything you get given as a tip goes into the jar. And anybody who pays by card and chooses to add a tip at that point, that will get added on by management when they work it out too. But anyway, the average that each person takes home on Tuesday for example is about £10 if that, it’s been known to be as low as £2 or £3 per person, whereas you’re probably looking at £25 quite easily for the busier nights. So yes, the theory is right, but I think the lowest amount of tips that I’ve personally put in the jar on any of my shifts is £25, so I think that if we took our own tips home rather than pooling and splitting evenly, I’d come out better on my “crappy” shifts than many would on the busy shifts. The most tips I can remember putting in was £143 for a four and a half hour shift or so, and I only got given £25 tips for that night after it was divided up. The jar got pooled between 6 people that day, as it’s split between everybody on all shifts for that day, that means the tips total was about £150. If you like your numbers like I do, you’ll note that my share would have been 95% of that total, compared to the 16% of it I took home. I think everybody did very well out of me that night! I felt a bit aggrieved I must admit, as if everyone wanted to make good tips that night they should have barely worn the outfit that I did! Lol. Nobody knows who puts what in the jar though, unless you add up your own tips as you go along (like I usually do!).
That big tips day was back in February 2011, the day after Valentine’s Day, and the place was almost dead with only about 12-15 people max in at any point that I was there. But I was wearing an outfit that combined being very short with also being exceptionally low cut as my C-cup breasts spilled out of my top, and it mostly came from one group of 5 cheeky guys around their late 40’s who were there on their semi-regular Tuesday boys night out. I see them there a lot on Tuesday’s and we’ve built a friendly flirty relationship, I let them get away with lewd comments that many of the girls wouldn’t, and I’m often a bit of a tease around them, bending over unnecessarily a few too many times with a seductive smile and a twinkle in my eye. And I think they all appreciate having a fully grown-up woman waiting on them rather than the barely out of nappies 18 or 19 year old Uni students that is what a large chunk of the staff is made up of. LOL.
And forgetting the sultry slutiness, I do my standard job very well too. As long as it’s not too busy I’ll always go the extra mile and offer to bring their drinks to their table rather than have them collect them themselves, which is the standard process, but I do that for everybody, they’re not that special! And they usually tip well, compared to their actual bill, for the great friendly service I give them.
And on this particular evening, they were practically half the customers in the bar, and were pretty much there for my entire 4 hour shift, so I spent quite a bit of time chatting with them just to pass the time. There were two of us working the bar, and the five guys came in shortly after I got there, and headed straight for me and we greeted each other with big smiles and the usual small talk for a few minutes, it had been a good 5 or 6 weeks since I’d seen them last as I’d missed a few Tuesday shifts in the previous few weeks for various reasons and they came in on Tuesday every few weeks, so our paths just hadn’t crossed for a while. I took their order and I told them to go sit down and I’d bring them over. They went over to one of the bigger tables on the empty side of the bar – there were only 2 or 3 other tables occupied, but they were on the other side of the bar.
After that we just kind of waited for more people to arrive and for things to get busier, as it normally does as we get closer to 9pm, but with the exception of a few people coming in, which was offset by a few people leaving during the same time period, it never got busy. By this time, as I served people at the bar, to be nice I’d already been telling them that while things were so quiet, if they needed anything to just get my attention and I’d come over. Some took me up on the offer, others must have felt a bit weird waving across the room, so still walked up to the bar regardless.
Of course, my bunch of guys took me up on the offer, and were having a bit of fun with it. “Waitress” they’d jokingly call out to me when I was in earshot. They’d also use my name sometimes too, which they knew because they were regulars, plus it’s on my name-tag! And they started calling me over regularly for silly reasons, such as refilling their glasses – they were ordering bottles of wine rather than glasses, so one of them would have an empty glass while there was a half bottle of wine sat on their table; usually people just top themselves up! They wouldn’t even wait until they all had empty glasses, they started calling me over individually whenever any one of them had an empty glass. I was almost in a constant walk to or from their table for a while there! They were enjoying me sexily sauntering to and from them, with my heels clicking sexily against the floor. But I was quite thankful for the entertainment as well, as it was so quiet I was getting immensely bored, and I was in a flirty mood, so several times I stopped and chatted to them for a few minutes, even pulling up a chair to join them briefly a few times. Joining them for some innuendo interspersed chat and they were telling me about a wine-tasting event they were going to soon and were showing me how to taste wine properly, by sniffing it and swilling it around your mouth, which of course led to some “spits or swallows” jokes as I swirled wine around my mouth. I swallowed, of course! ;-p
As the night wore on, I was bringing their change back to them after they’d paid for another bottle of wine, and while I was leaning over the table giving them an eyeful of cleavage while I poured wine into a few of their glasses, one of them picked up a £10 note from his change and just slipped it right into my bra, which was slightly on display as they gazed down my top. I didn’t really know what to say, but they all laughed, and I joined in. I went back to the bar with that £10 note sticking out of my bra and put it in the tip jar.
After that it became a bit of an ongoing joke, they were all tipping me £5 and £10 notes, providing I let them stick the money directly into my bra! A few times they copped a little feel as they did so, and I’m sure a couple of times they pulled my bra away from my breast to create some room for their money and potentially got a glimpse of nipple for their troubles. At one point they handed me a £20 note and asked if I could change it for four £5’s. I went to the bar, got them four £5’s and came back, only for them to distribute them amongst themselves so they could each slip a £5 note into my bra.
Not the usual way to act in work really, but it was quiet, nobody else could really see what was going on because of where they were sat, slightly away from everybody else, and I was bored and in a bit of a flirty and naughty mood, so it was all a bit of harmless fun! :-)
And it all earned me £120 to add onto the £23 of tips I got from everybody else that night for being a friendly hostess providing exceptional service, which is how I earned my £143 of tips that night. And no, nobody got to put any coins into my bra! lol
By deduction, everybody else combined in that whole day made a grand total of £7, giving the tip jar £150 to be distributed between the 6 staff members that worked any of the shifts that Tuesday. I walked away with £25 as did all the others, and the other staff members that day earned a massive £24 extra each purely because I let 5 guys feel up my boobs!
Isn’t life unfair! Lol
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