I had been working as a waitress at the same pub for almost a year now, and it had become quite a routine for me.
Every day, the same people would come in and order the same drinks, and I would take their orders and serve them with a smile. For the most part, it was a pleasant job and I enjoyed it.
But then one day, something changed. A group of guys came in and ordered some drinks, and as I was serving them, I noticed that one of them was giving me the eye. I could feel his gaze lingering on me, and I got the distinct impression that he was flirting with me.
At first, I thought he was just being friendly, but then I noticed that he kept looking down at my chest and smiling. I also noticed that he was sending me suggestive looks and winking at me.
I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, so I just pretended like I didn’t notice.
But then he started to act strangely. He would order drinks, but then he would ask me to bring him something else.
He seemed to be asking for things like beer and whiskey, but then he would also ask for things like photos and videos.
At first, I thought he was just trying to get my attention, but then I realized that he was asking for pictures of my body. He was asking for pictures of my ‘neh neh’, my ‘bottom’, my legs, and anything else that he could think of.
It was clear that he was trying to get me to send him explicit photos of myself.
I was horrified. I knew that I couldn’t let him get away with it, so I reported him to the manager. He was kicked out of the pub and I never saw him again.
But it didn’t end there. After that, I started to notice that more and more guys were coming in and trying to flirt with me. They were clearly coming in hoping to get me to send them pictures of my body.
They weren’t interested in my drinks, they were only interested in my body.
It was disgusting. I felt violated and angry, and I knew that I had to do something about it. So I decided to take matters into my own hands. I started to flirt back with the guys, but not for the same reasons.
I flirted with them, not for their drinks, but for their ‘banana’ pics. I made sure to make it clear that if they wanted to get a picture from me, they had to send me one first.
It was a way of fighting back and making sure that they knew that I wasn’t some helpless victim.
I’m not sure if it worked, but it made me feel a lot better. I was taking back my power and showing them that I wasn’t going to be taken advantage of. I was standing up for myself, and I was proud of it.