The Bikini Barista

​The inspiration for the story:
http://www.jailbaitgallery.com/show_list.php?id=3001


Katrina was tying her hair up in the back in to a loose drooping bun with lots of strands left hanging. She also let her bangs fall over her forehead so they fell just above her eyebrows. It was her first night in a new apartment with three other girls. They were all high school friends who had just graduated and Katrina was so excited to move out of her Mom’s house. Her Mom was a drunk and so was her “husband” Jerry. They hadn’t ever officially gotten married but it didn’t really matter since they spent almost all their time loaded in one way or another.

Katrina had stayed through high school, working two jobs on different days after school (and consequently had terrible grades), while her mother cheated on welfare, mostly because of her younger sister. Finally in the middle of Senior year her sister had gotten approval to move in with the grandparents. Not a moment too soon, Katrina often thought to herself . . . Jerry had gotten grabby that last year, pinching her butt and staring at her inappropriately the last 6 months before she left and she was glad her little sister wouldn’t be there to eventually get raped by that gross drunk shithead.

Katrina had been a late bloomer and it had made it easy to spend so much time working because the boys hadn’t paid her much attention. Katrina was about 5 foot 3 and was almost equal parts legs and the rest of her figure. She was very pale naturally, though her skin was very soft, smooth and consistent. Her hair was down to her mid back and while born with brown hair had left it a crimson reddish brown the last year or so. She had been very skinny, all joints and very plain due to a lack of money. But in her senior year she filled out impressively and now her thighs were twice as thick as her calves and her derriere now stood out noticeably.

As Katrina began applying mascara she could hear one of her roommates tossing shit around looking for her book. Katrina was the only one of the group not going to school. All the other girls had parents with enough money that they didn’t worry about rent or tuition, Katrina was scared to death of going broke. She say her bright green eyes staring back at her as she drew on lines to her eyelids. It always caught her attention the way her boobs jiggled when she applied makeup. She had been near flat all her life and about 6 months ago they had started filling in like the rest of her and she had zoomed past her mother to 34 B’s. They weren’t massive, but neither was she.

Graduation had been by the skin of her grades and her focus wasn’t so much on trying to better herself significantly but trying to get enough money so her sister could move in with her so she could help steer her right, something her mother never tried to do for either of them. When she moved out she didn’t even know how many months she could last there but then the week school let out she ran into a grammar school friend outside of Burger King and saw her getting into a BMW that wasn’t brand new, but couldn’t be more than 5 years old. She knew her friend Judy didn’t have well to do parents, so she asked her where she worked.

“Oh I work at that new ‘bikini barista’ place down off Sycamore, it is down past Sheridan. The tips I make there are great.” Judy said.

“Wait a minute, you made enough money on tips serving coffee to buy this?” Katrina asked incredulous.

“I said it was a bikini barista place. So I work in a bikini all day, all year, but lots of married guys come by for a chance to see a pretty girl in skimpy clothes for a minute. The coffee is about twice as pricey as starbucks, and once I went down a size of bathing suit and showed a little more, my tips have been as much as 30% per customer. 4 girls work at a time and each has their own walk up and drive up window. The windows are all glass from head to toe so the guys can get a good leer.” Judy explained.

“Isn’t that kind of . . . . I don’t know . . . trashy?” Katrina had asked.

“Think of it this way sweetie, you are only young and hot for a little while, guys will start looking at younger women by they time you reach 25 or 26, so why not use the talents God put on you, ya know?”

Katrina hadn’t answered, she was just staring at the car.

“You know, we are hiring right now for a couple of shifts, you want the business card?” Judy asked holding a card in her hand out to Katrina.

Katrina took it in her hand and thanked Judy for it.

“No problem sweetie, don’t pass it up, the pay is $16/hr before tips. Gotta go hun, see ya soon I hope!”

With that Judy cruised away. Katrina could barely contain herself. $16 per hour? She had never gotten more than $9. Not to mention no tips.


Katrina pressed her lips on the tissue to remove excess lipstick. Now that her makeup was applied, she went to her bedroom to look in the vanity mirror. Her new vanity mirror. She had gone by the coffee house the day after Judy gave her the card. She interviewed with the owner, a older guy who was really nice and very clean cut. He explained he was a military man and had seen men drop so much money on gross street hookers that he had bet they would pay a good amount to see very pretty girls in bikinis while they waited for coffee, and he had been right, and now had three of these houses, all in different cities not far from here.

He and Katrina had gotten along well and Katrina felt a warmth to him, in 5 minutes he was more of a father figure than she had ever had.

Katrina spun around in front of the mirror, watching how her tits and but bounced in the newest outfit she had bought for work. While she was in no way required to wear anything other than a bikini and the shoes of her choosing (uggs were big in the winter to keep toes from freezing), girls were allowed to wear whatever as long as it was skimpy. It hadn’t taken but about 3 days at the job to realize that the girls wearing more suggestive outfits, like teddies or lacy bras and panties got longer lines. The sign at the entrance to the parking lot would tell which girl was in what lane and while it looked confusing to newbies, the owner had bought a double lot so there could be lines of cars or people in multiple directions and consumers could get their girl of choice.

Katrina had on a black lace bra with purple satin cups with a lace bow in the middle where it clasped, a barely there black thong, a garter belt, black flower designed leggings and black heels. It was her 5th new outfit she had gotten. She was halfway into her fifth week on the job and Judy had been right, the pay was great, the tips were nuts, sometimes she got as much as $20 on a $7 coffee. Some times when she got those really big tips like $50 the guys would give her a look like they were waiting for something. She would give them a big smile and a thank you and move on to the next order, and had noticed some annoyed or confused looks.

As Katrina was pulling on her jeans and sweatshirt to cover up her skimpy outfit on the way to the coffee place, she saw her safe in her closet. It wasn’t anything special, but it was heavy, and hard to get into. It took her two weeks to earn enough to get money orders covering her expenses for the next three months of living and everything else had been profit. Since then she had gotten new clothes (some for work), shoes, better makeup, had taken up a tanning bed membership and had her hair done by professionals. Even she had to admit she was starting to be a very attractive woman, and she was her harshest critic.

Katrina got into her barely running chevy, and waited as the car warmed up, otherwise it was likely to stall. She couldn’t wait to get a nicer car, and she figured in a month or two she could get a decent used car, but not enough to get a BMW. That was when she had gotten Judy to go to dinner with her one night about 3 1/2 weeks in.


“Judy, what are you not telling me? The job is great, the money is terrific and I have to admit, after boys ignoring me most of my life it is kinda fun to have guys staring and drooling at me, but I still don’t understand how you got that car. I even get some tips of $50 once in a while and one time I got $100. $100 for a tip?! But even if I got a ton of those, I would never be able to get a $30,000 car.”

“No, you won’t. . . “

“So how do you get all that?”

“Oh sweetie, you are pretty naive. No worries, it took me a while to figure it out too. Tell me, have you ever noticed any of the girls disappearing for 15 or 20 minutes in the middle of their shift? And noticed sometimes the guys will still wait for them to return?”

“I hadn’t really ever thought about it, I mean we all have doors at our windows we can leave through. What are you getting at?”

“When you get those $50 or the $100, do the guys ever seem to be waiting for you to say something more than thank you?”

“Well . . . . .um . . . .yeah I have, what is that, what are they . . . . Are they trying to get a date? They are a little old.”

“Well you could call it a date, but I bet they would call it more of a . . . . fling.”

“A fling? What do you mean, they want you to go on vacation with them somewhere? Like behind their wives back? I do notice almost all of them have wedding rings.”

“Katrina, look at me. What do guys want, always?”

“Uh . . . sex?”

“Exactly, sex. The younger the better to them. Those guys are tipping you so much hoping you will make them an offer. It’s the “unofficial” side of the business. Word gets around from one guy to another and they developed a system. A good tip means they want to know what you would charge, a great tip like that $100 means they are willing to pay through the nose for a chance. And I do mean through the nose.”

“Wait a minute, are you telling me you guys are . . . like turning tricks?” Katrina asked, finally cluing in.

“I don’t think it is. You see a hooker is on the street taking any cheap john she can. We are young, hot and desired. We can be picky, even saw no to every guy if we want. Some girls have never said yes, you certainly don’t have to. But like I told you, you are only the one guys want until you are like 25, why not make real money with it?”

“What . . . .do you mean . . . .real money?” Katrina asked.

“I mean some of these guys will pay a LOT of money for a ride. The most amazing part is few can hold out for more than a minute or two. Hard to pass up that kind of wage.”

“How much Judy?”

“Well it varies, you can give a guy the number you like, and ALWAYS go high. Then you can come down to an agreement amount. But its always amazing. The least I ever got was my first rendezvous, when I was stupid and took a lowball offer. I got $800.”

“800 dollars????” Katrina was white with shock.

“Mmm-hmm. That was my worst one. My best ever, was $3500.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? How did you get $3500? I mean . . . . I don’t believe a guy would pay that much for one night with you.”

“Not one night sweetie, one pop. You are still on the clock, so you can’t be gone for too long. Most times I am back withing 15 minutes all told.”

“Judy, you are fucking guys for money. Don’t you think that is a bad idea? Your vagina is sacred.”

Judy had just looked across the table at Katrina. “I have never heard a girl call it sacred before, ha ha. Katrina . . . are you . . . are you a virgin?”

Katrina suddenly felt very small. “Yes. I have worked everyday after school since I was 14. I have never had time to date anyone. Why?”

“Oh sweetie, that is just bullshit from church and ugly women filling your head. Sex is just an activity. But one men will pay a lot for. Plus, you don’t have to do it, only if you choose to, and you can be as picky as you want.