Women No Shirts Drink Free

Women No Shirts Drink Free

The new sign read, “Men No Shirts, No Service. Women No Shirts, Drink Free.”

It was huge and was just hung up on the front of my bar. I couldn’t wait to see how it worked. My ad in the paper came out today too announcing my new policy.

This was a college town and an awful lot of underage girls try to get in all the time. In our state girls over eighteen can have their wrist tagged so that they cannot buy drinks. Then of course at twenty-one they can drink legally in this state. The problem is that a lot of sixteen-year-old girls look too mature and sexy for their age.

I open the bar at seven o’clock at night and close it down at two in the morning, six nights a week. I take Sunday’s off and work a forty-two hour week. Yeah right! I clean up, stock the coolers, order supplies, do the payroll, taxes, and everything else that running a business takes. Then of course I have a bouncer at the door checking identification, a waitress and two bartenders that work for me. When it gets busy I help out behind the bar too.

At six thirty a couple of my employees came in early for work. They told me that there were at least fifty girls lined up outside. All right!

At seven o’clock the doors opened and I helped the bouncer check identifications and tag those girls from eighteen to twenty-one and let them in. The first fifty people in line were girls. Once inside at least half removed their shirts. Only half of them were wearing bras. Damn, the sign should have read ‘Topless.’

As we had discussed in days previous to this new ‘no shirt’ rule we confiscated all cell phones, cameras, and anything else that could take pictures. Many of the girls thanked me for doing so and said that they didn’t really want to find their topless pictures out on the Internet.

By eight o’clock the place was full to capacity, about sixty percent were girls, and about seventy percent of them had removed their shirts. About half of those girls were braless too. Since my capacity is three hundred and twenty people that meant about sixty-seven girls were totally topless and another sixty-seven were in their bras. The men loved it. Hell I loved it.

I was very surprised at how many eighteen to twenty-one year olds were topless or in their bras. I had thought that the girls would have to be drinking alcohol to get topless. It was kind of interesting to see how some of the girls talked their girlfriends into taking their tops off too.

About nine o’clock my two women bartenders and my waitress were topless too.

My bouncer said, “Hey boss you should really get a picture of Jill topless.”

Jill was my prettiest bartender. She had a set of tits that were out of this world. So just for the hell of it I went up to Jill and asked if I could take her picture. She smiled so sweetly that I melted. Then she told me to get my camera.

I have a pretty good digital camera and I keep it with me so I went to get it. I know that I took everyone else’s cameras away from them but this was my bar, my rules, and I had her permission to take her picture. I had taken some pictures of drunken semi dressed women in here before.

With all the trouble that the ‘Girls Gone Wild’ guy had gotten into I downloaded a simple model release and printed out a copy. I took that copy and hit my small copier for five copies. When the first one came out I asked Jill to come in so that I could take her picture.

Jill came in. God her tits were fabulous. We had a few discussions about the ‘Girls Gone Wild’ guy so when I asked her to sign the model release she just signed it without any hesitation what so ever. Then she took her driver’s license out of her back pocket and placed it in the copier. She stapled the two pieces of paper together. She stood in front of the curtain that closed off my window and posed facing me. I took a picture. Jill turned sideways for a picture, then her back to me, and finally her other side. She faced me again lifted her arms up over her head lifting her breast high on her chest. For her final picture she cupped her palms under her breasts and held them up for me. I recorded the first picture number on her model release.

When Jill went out she sent the other bartender Beth in for her pictures. She in turn sent in my waitress Connie. I was ecstatic.

Shortly a topless college girl came in, handed me her student identification, and asked where she was supposed to sign. Buy the time I finished with her picture there were two more girls standing in the open doorway watching me and waiting for their turn.

What to hell was going on? Not that I really cared but all of these girls were just coming in voluntarily allowing me to take their pictures topless. I must have taken at least fifty to sixty girls pictures before a girl came in with her bra on. She handed me her student identification, signed the model release, and then started to remove her bra. I asked her if I could take one picture of her with her bra on. Sure I could. Then she really smiled, removed it, and posed topless. As she started to leave I handed her bra to her. She refused it and told me to hang it from the ceiling if I wanted too. For the next couple of hours girls wearing bras came in, got photographed, and went out topless. I had taken pictures of nearly a hundred topless women.

I had forty to fifty bras on my desk. I remember what that first girl had said about putting it on the ceiling. When I was a Coyote Ugly I saw bras up on the ceiling.