Taking Advantage...
Copyright© 2026 by Zak
Chapter 1
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1 - While working at the local pub, I found out I had an advantage over an older lady
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Blackmail Coercion Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Workplace Masturbation Oral Sex Big Breasts
It was 1985, and I had worked at the pub for a year or so; I was called the cellarman. All that meant was I got a few extra quid to look after the beer and, over time, on a Sunday morning to clean the pipes and manage the deliveries. The landlord was called Ivan, and his Mrs was Pam. It was an old school pub; we did food at lunchtime, and we had a darts team as well as domino and cribbage teams.
I had applied for a job on a cruise ship and was working at the pub, biding my time until I got a place.
I worked five days a week, mornings and evenings. Pubs in those days used to close after lunch; we were open from eleven until two-thirty and then six until eleven.
One day, Ivan, the landlord, called me into his office and asked me to take a seat. Pam brought us mugs of tea and sat down.
“Right, lad!” he said, “I am going to take you into my confidence, as I need your help!”
“Okay!” I said, taking a sip of my coffee.
“There is no easy way to say this, but we have a thief among the staff!” he said with a growl.
“A thief ... no!” I said. The staff were all a bit older than me, and I could not imagine any of them stealing!
“We know what’s going on and we need it to stop!” said Pam, and I wondered if she was bout to point the finger at me. “We need you to keep your eyes open!”
“And report back to you?”
“Yes, if you see anything suspicious, report it back to us!” Ivan said.
“So, what are they stealing?” I asked “Food!” said Pam, “over the last week we have lost bread, cheese, ham and butter!”
“But if they are stealing that, what else are they taking?” Ivan said with a solemn shake of his head.
And with that, the meeting was over.
During the morning shift, I thought about the thefts. During the day, Anna, the cook, was in the kitchen; she was eagle-eyed. I doubt anyone would get one over on her. She was in the kitchen before most of the staff arrived and didn’t leave until after most had left. So the stuff had to be taken during the evening shifts.
That ruled out two members of staff, Geoff and Deirdre, as they only worked mornings.
So over the next week I kept my eyes peeled. As I did my cellar duties, I kept my eyes on the kitchen. Sometimes staff had to go in to get stuff. I had my eyes on them.
The one quiet Tuesday I saw Sarah, one of the barmaids, go into the kitchen. When she came out, she went into the staff room and came out five minutes later.
Sarah was five years older than me—a blonde girl with what we called back then a cuddly figure. I knew little about her. I was sure she had a boyfriend and lived locally.
I didn’t get a chance to follow up on my suspicions as a crowd of lads came in from a football match and it was all hands to the pumps, no pun intended.
After we had locked up, we would all stop for a drink. Sarah didn’t; she said her goodbyes and left the pub.
The following day Pam told me that a 2lb block of cheese had been stolen. I knew it was Sarah and I should have told Pam, but for some reason I didn’t.
The following day, Sarah was not working, but when she turned for her next evening shift, I kept my eyes on her. It was two hours into her shift that she excused herself and went to the staff toilets. I made sure I was around when she came out. I saw her go into the kitchen and then into the staff room. She was in there for a few seconds before she came out.
Once she was back behind the bar and pulling pints, I went into the staff room. We didn’t have lockers. I saw her bag on a hook; a quick look inside told me she was the thief. She had a block of butter and a pack of ham; I knew they had come out of the pub’s kitchen.
I went back to the bar; my head was whirling. I didn’t want to get Sarah into trouble, but I also needed to put a stop to the thefts.
I called time, and the staff started cleaning up the bar and tables. Some of the drinkers we had always wanted a lock-in, but Ivan, the landlord, was a stickler for the rules and never allowed it. The last drink left at eleven thirty, and I locked the doors.
The rest of the staff gathered in the bar to get their staff drinks and wind down. Sarah went and got her bag and coat and shouted her goodbyes. I grabbed my coat, and after shouting my goodbyes, I left with her.
She walked across to the bus stop, and I went with her. There were other folks at the bus stop, so I didn’t want to talk to her about the theft of the food.
“You normally stay on for a drink, don’t you?” she asked as we waited for the bus.
“Yes, I didn’t feel like it tonight!” I replied as the bus pulled into the stop.
We got on the bus and paid our fares. Everyone else went upstairs, as you could smoke on the top deck. We went to the back, where it was empty.
Once the bus pulled out of the stop, I turned to her.
“Sarah, we need to talk!” I said.
“Okay...” she responded.
“I know about the stuff you are taking!” I replied.
“Stuff I am taking?” she asked with a shake of the head.
“Yes ... the food!”
“Are you on wind up?!” she asked, with an incredulous look on her face.
“Yes ... the cheese last week, the ham and butter today!”
“How do you know about the ham and butter?” she asked, and as she said it, she knew she had given the game away.
The look on her face told me all I needed to know.
“SO do Pam and Ivan know?” she asked, looking crestfallen.
“No, not yet ... I know, but I have kept it to myself!” I said.
The bus pulled into a stop, and Sarah got up.
“I guess I am going to get the sack then?” she asked.
“No, we need to talk about it!” I said.
“Right, well you better come back to mine then!” she replied.
We got off the bus, and she led the way to a big Victorian house. I thought to myself, if she lives in this place, why is she stealing food? Then I realised it was divided into flats.
She led me up the stairs and into her flat. It was small but nice.
“Coffee?” she asked.
“Yes, please, I replied. She led me into the living room and told me to take a seat while she sorted the coffee.
I noticed straight away where the television had been but was no longer. There was also a hi-fi cabinet but no hi-fi.
She brought in a tray of coffee. She sat on a single-seater chair, and I took the sofa.
“So what happens now?” she asked after she had passed me the coffee.
“So how about you tell me why?” I asked.
She paused, and I saw tears welling up in her eyes. She put her coffee cup down and shook her head.
“It’s all a mess, Zak, a real mess”, she sobbed.
“Well, tell me about it and let’s see what we can do!”
So she told me her tale of woe. It seemed she had found out her boyfriend, whom she had been living with, had been shagging her best mate; she had confronted them, and he had admitted it. So she had thrown him out.
He had been a pain in the arse and gone to the supermarket where she worked during the daytime; he had made a pain of himself and her boss had sacked her because of it.
So she had to pay the rent; she didn’t have a day job, and she was finding life tough. She told me she had sold the TV and the hi-fi to raise some cash, but she was really struggling. Even affording the basics, like food, was a problem, which is why she had helped herself to the cheese and stuff.
We talked long into the night, and the more we talked, the more I felt sorry for her.
I left her flat in the early hours and walked home, wondering how I could help. When I got home, I found I had a nice surprise: a letter from the cruise ship company telling me I had a berth as a barman leaving Southampton in three weeks’ time.
At work the following day, Ivan asked me if I had seen anything the following evening, as more stuff had been stolen. I said no, but I would keep my eyes open. I gave him the bad news about me leaving; he tried to talk me out of it, but I had set my heart on travelling and seeing the world, and working on the cruise ship would let me do this and get paid at the same time.
As I bottled up and checked the optics, I thought about Sarah and how I would like to get my wicked way with her. She was a cute bird with a nice set of tits, tits I would love to get my hands on.
All throughout the morning shift, I wondered how to play this out.
I was working both shifts, so at lunchtime I treated myself to fish and chips and a can of Coke in the café at the local park. I sat at an outside table and enjoyed the afternoon sun as I ate my chips.
I turned when I heard my name being called. It was Sarah; she looked washed out.
“Hi there, come and join me!” I said.
“Are you sure?” she said, looking longingly at my chips.
“Have you eaten today?” I asked.
“No not since yesterday!” she replied.
“Right, get stuck into those!” I said, pushing the plate toward her.
“They are yours!” she replied, “Get stuck in, and I will order some more!” I told her.
“You know I can’t repay your generosity!”
“Don’t worry about it!”
I headed back into the café and got another portion of fish and chips plus another Coke.
The way she was wolfing them down told me she was seriously hungry. We chatted as we ate about the weather, the pub, and the folks who drank there.
Once we had finished our chips, I bought us both portions of apple pie and custard and mugs of tea. A summer rain shower came over, and we both got up to go.
As we walked, we talked.
“So what happens now? Are you going to tell Ivan about me?” she asked “No, BUT you need to stop stealing stuff!” I told her.
“I need to eat, and I am struggling to find another job!” she said, and I heard the catch in her voice.
“Let me think about this; there must be a way around it!” I said,” But promise me you will stop stealing if you get caught; your problems will get even worse!”
“I promise!” she said.
“Right, I will see you at work!” I said, so I went back to the pub, and she walked back toward the park.
We worked together that night; she was quiet. I guess she was worried about what I was going to do. At one point she bent down to get a bottle of brown ale off the bottom shelf, and I got a great view of her tits, and a thought popped into my head, and it was a little bit naughty. It had been a month or two since I had had any slap and tickle.
We both left that night before the staff drinks; we walked across the bus stop.
“So have you decided what you are going to do?” she asked.
“Nope, I feel like I owe it to Ivan and Pam to report you, but I am still not sure!” I said.
We got on the bus and sat at the back.
“I feel sick; this is doing my head in!” she said as the bus trundled along.
“Well, lots go back to yours and have a chat about it!” I said again; those evil, horny thoughts had flooded into my head.
We got off the bus and walked to her flat; she let us in.
“Coffee?” she asked.
“Please!” I said and followed her into the kitchen.
I sat at her kitchen table as she made the brew; I had a good view of a denim-covered arse. We sat in the kitchen and drank our drinks.
She told me she had been to the job centre, but there was nothing around. She had always done shop or bar work, and she was worried that if Ivan found out it was she who had stolen the food, he would get the police involved and she would never work in her preferred jobs again.
That was music to my ears; she was getting more and more desperate.
I left her an hour later, and as I walked home, I formulated my plan.
At work the following morning, as I cleaned the cellar and put the empties out for the draymen, I decided that Sarah and I would be having some fun.
The morning shift flew by; I ate my lunch in the bar and thought about how far I would take my plan to have some fun with the cuddly Sarah.
She turned up for her shift on time, and we worked together. The pub had a lounge and bar; I made sure we were in the bar as it was always busy. The darts team had a match, and that meant we were working non-stop. I loved it when it was busy as the evening flew by.
I called last orders, but some of the lads in the bar were taking their time. It was nearly midnight by the time Sarah and I left the pub. The bus was just leaving as we got to the stop; the driver stopped long enough for us to jump on before he indicated and pulled away.
We headed to the back of the bus and sat down.
“Zak, we need to talk about...” She stopped and looked around.
“I know!” I said, interrupting her, “I am torn between our friendship and my job!”
“I just need to know what you are intending to do!” she said, and I could hear the desperation in her voice.
“How about we go back to yours and chat about it in private?”
“Okay, but please put me out of my misery tonight; this is killing me!” she sighed.
We got off the bus at the stop near her flat, then walked around to it. She let us in and led us into the kitchen. She put the kettle on and put the coffee and milk into the cups.
We took the drinks into the living room. We sat on the one-seater, and I took the sofa.
“So what are you going to do?” she asked. “Are you going to report me to Ivan?”
“I don’t know ... I really don’t!” I told her I was lying; I knew what I was going to do. I had needs, and I had not had a girlfriend for a while.
“Well, we need to get something sorted. I am not sleeping, and I feel sick!” she told me.
I sat back in the chair and pretended I was thinking long and hard.
“The thing is, if I don’t report you, I could get into trouble!” I said and shook my head.
“I understand that!” she said, “But...”
I interrupted her.
“What can you do to persuade me not to report you?” I asked. The evil thoughts flooded my brain again.
She looked at me and bit her bottom lip.
“What would you like?” she asked, shaking her head. “I have no money, as you well know!”
“There are other ways of paying a debt!” I said.
“And how...!” she started to say but then stopped; I think the penny had dropped.
“So what do you want me to do?” she asked.
“Well, a hand job would be nice!” I told her.
“A hand job...” she said, “You mean you want me to wank you off?”
“Yes, please!” I said, “A nice slow wank!”
She thought about it for a few seconds before she shook her head. I knew she was up for it.
“I will do it; I just need to know you will keep my secret!”
“I will...!” I said with a smile.
My cock was already stirring in my jeans, her eyes dropped to the bulge in my jeans, and she let out a low sigh. She stood up and put her cup down.
“Are you going to take your jeans off?” she said, stepping closer.
I stood up and unbuckled my belt. I kicked off my shoes and dropped my trousers. My cock was making a tent out of my boxers. I dropped them as well. I sat down and opened my legs. Sarah dropped to her knees in front of me. Her face was inches from my throbbing cock. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around my shaft.
I gasped. It had been a while since I had felt someone else’s hand on my cock. She stroked my cock for a few seconds before. I could hear my heart beating in my chest.