Marcia bustled over to one of the tavern tables, a beer in each hand. She placed them on the table with a wink. The two men leered at her perfect figure. One pinched her ass, but she didn't mind. They paid extra when they got something from her. And her husband was more than happy with the arrangement.
Not long after she was kicked out of the home, Marcia found herself at her favorite tavern. It was run by a massive, muscled minotaur named Karl. Karl happened to be one of her many boyfriends. And now, he was her husband. He proposed to her the moment she revealed her situation to him. A gorgeous girl like her brought in customers and would bring in more tips. He wanted those benefits. So he married her to ensure she brought in more money for him. In exchange, she was allowed to continue seeing her boyfriends, and to flirt with the tavern patrons.
"Whoops!" Marcia said as one of her breasts escaped the bust of her dress on her way to the bar. Karl kept her in the smallest, tightest dresses that wouldn't get her arrested. Which, of course, she loved, too. She gave birth to ten babies for these boobs! She wanted to show them off!
"Careful, love," Karl grunted. Marcia leaned over the bar to kiss him. She glanced down. She could see Karl getting a boner. She giggled. Karl broke off the kiss. "Remember, those mounds of yours are for me and whatever children we have. Not anyone else." Karl, like most minotaurs, was weird about breasts. Marcia could fuck any man in town, but had to keep her breasts covered.
"Sorry," she giggled when she broke off the kiss. "But it's your fault when you think about it." Karl grunted and handed her the next table's drinks.
Marcia went over to the next table, where she got an ass pinch, a boob grope, a kiss, and a tip that was more than the actual bill. She shoved the money into her bra. Being a tavern wench was fantastic.