Hi so this is just the beginning to what'll probably be a second post but I wanted to give context.

When I was 18/19 in college I worked a part time job in a really busy, popular bar. It was one of these places that attracted all sorts and I was well used to comments being made by drunk guys, it happened all the girls, nothing crazy.

Anyway, one night the owner of the bar came in with some friends, the manager made this huge deal of treating them super well and made a huge fuss, all the staff were nervous, apparently the owner was a bit of a dickhead, especially to women. He was super rich and apparently owned bars all around Europe. He was this typical fifty something rich guy, wore expensive jewelery but had zero taste.

For whatever reason the manager put me and another girl serving the owners table. I Was pretty nervous but did my best smiling and generally being friendly. After about 3 rounds of drinks he handed me a 100 euro note and said "that's for you, buy yourself something nice" and hit me on the ass as I walked away. The other girl saw what happened and asked if I was okay. I nodded, I was thrilled with the money to be honest and guys would do that all the time but not with cash to boot. The next time we went back the owner made me sit down at the table with the guys and him and told the other girl to bring me a gin and tonic. he introduced me to the others and was super interested in hearing all about my college and telling jokes. I smiled and played along, knowing that he was pretty tipsy and not wanting to offend him but I did feel bad knowing the other girls were running around while I sipped gin. After about ten minutes I felt his hand move to the inside of my leg, just above my knee. I can still feel that touch to this day! His friend beside me noticed and shifted uncomfortably in his chair. I didn't stir and carried on as normal.

Another few minutes went by and I said I really had to get going, as I got up the owner took out his wallet and handed me 6 fifties, 300 euro. "This time I'm buying something... your number" he said and I could smell the alcohol on his breath as he put his hand on the small of my back and pulled me closer.

I knew I shouldn't. I knew he was married and was at least 30 years older. But in that moment all I saw was the money as I typed in my number.

To be continued....