The car stopped at the curb right in front of the restaurant. Vicky looked at her husband. She was very nervous, not knowing what would follow. Her husband had an encouraging smile on his face as he looked at her, but there was a strictness in his eyes, which he always saved for these occasions.
“Do you remember what you have to do?” he asked.
Slowly she got out of the car. Her stomach flipped a couple of times. She closed the car door behind her. Before she could second-guess herself, her husband drove off. Vicky looked at the windows to the left of the door of the restaurant. The place was packed. Each table seemed to be occupied, either by one or two couples. She breathed in deeply, straightened her short skirt and walked towards the revolving doors that gave entrance to the restaurant.
The sound of the music inside was mixed with the murmur of many voices. She heard laughter and looked around to see if anyone was watching her. No one seemed to be paying any attention to her. There was about a hundred tables in the restaurant and right in front of Vicky, just behind the counter where the waiters and waitresses greeted their guests, was the bar. That was where she was heading.
Vicky remembered her husband’s words: you are not allowed to speak to anyone. She looked at the woman behind the counter and avidly hoped that she would not look up and speak to her. Vicky started walking to the bar, looking anywhere but at the woman at the counter. She breathed a sigh of relief when she reached the bar without anyone stopping her or speaking to her. The bar was deserted, except for the barman. Vicky sat down at the corner of the bar. She was facing the people in the restaurant, but still no one was paying any attention to her. Even so, Vicky was still nervous.
The barman put a glass of white wine and a folded piece of paper down in front of her. Vicky smiled her thanks at him, but he did not even look at her. She brought the glass to her lips and took a sip. Somehow she was not surprised when she recognized it as her favorite wine. She put the glass down, picked up the piece of paper and unfolded it.
Vicky looked around to see whether anyone was looking at her. No one was. All of the guests still seemed to be occupied with the food in front of them or engaged in conversations with the company they were in. Quickly she slipped her jacket off her shoulders and placed it on the bar. She felt naked with only her black see-through blouse and nothing underneath it. Vicky was grateful for the low lighting in the restaurant, but knew that the lights from the bar might reveal more than she wanted.
The barman returned, taking her jacket off the bar counter and leaving another piece of folded paper in its place.
Her eyes grew wide as she stared at the words. Serious? How was she supposed to do that? She remembered what she had promised her husband and blushed. Again she glanced towards the dining people to make sure no one was watching her. Her right hand slipped under her short skirt and hooked her thumb under the elastic of her panties on her left hip. She pulled and slightly lifted her ass from the bar stool. Vicky switched hands and repeated the same action, but this time with her left thumb pulling on the right side. Her panties were now around her thighs, but still not visible. She pushed her skirt up a couple of centimeters as she pulled the panties down with both hands. Once it was pass her knees, she wiggled her legs to make it fall to around her feet. The panties did not stop at her feet, but fell to the floor. Vicky had to get off the bar stool to retrieve the piece of fabric. She blushed when she put her black panties on the bar top.
Vicky did not dare to look at the barman. Her eyes wandered towards the other people in the restaurant and locked with the eyes of a man who was watching her with a smile on his face. Had he seen what she was doing? Did he see the top of her stockings and her garter belt? Did he know that except for her skirt, nothing else was covering her ass? Vicky’s blush deepened as she turned her head away and locked her legs tightly together. A third piece of paper was lying on the bar counter and her panties were gone.
To be continued… Bar Entertainment (2/4)
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