Bev by Bev

I met and married my husband in six months. He was in my country on a job. When I married him I no he’s a globe trotter. It was to be our marriage that I would move with him so we could be together always. I would get myself a job. It was always what I no bar work. The first job I have in Germany is on army camp. I’m doing okay then boss man says that to keep my job I must do the tradition. The tradition was to serve him and some regular visitors after time some beers with my boobs on show. I blush but was young and it was 1967 so I do it.

We move to another place in Germany and I got another job. Then we move again, and so on. Then I have a job in club. The owner says to get the job I have to show I’m a good team person. I had to strip to my under clothes and walk around the club so all could see. Just the staff.

We move over the sea to Arabia and are in a European compound. There is a club place there which sells illegal drink. My husband is not very god about me work there but he does not stop me. One night police come in and say that they no what we do. So they look every where. Then they go. Weeks on they come back and search place again this time they find a bottle or two. They say that they report it or they could have free drinks. Of course it was that they could have free drinks. But they want more. He want me to serve it to them without clothes. I say no but do it in just panties.

We are on move again and then again and end up in Britain. I get job at nice pub and everything is okay. I then get bet on a game of darts and loss. My loss is that I have to serve the man is beer in bikini for whole night next time I’m working.

Last one is that when I was in Holland before we go home and I have family I want for job at club. I not no it was that type of club so was very (don’t know English word). We say “verrast”. I had to take away my clothing and show everything to boss but not anyone else. I then find that I’m not to work there but another normal place.