How Much Are Those Panties On The Lampshade?

Sometimes it takes a while for even bar owners to learn their lessons. Trust being one of those. One afternoon not long ago, my wife and I arrived at the bar in early afternoon to clean up and ready the bar for its' next round of merriment. Having vaccuumed, restacking the rocks glasses for the night, and generally straightening up, we were ready to open. As the customers began to file in for the evening and drinks were being served, everything seemed normal until... One of my college aged co-eds came in, ordered a drink and then asked, "What are those doing up there?" My wife and I looked up to see a pair of panties hanging over a lampshade on a light hanging from the ceiling. It beat the hell out of us as to where the new lighting adornment came from. I got a broom from the back and carefully removed the garment from the light. While they didn't look familiar to me, I had my suspicions as to their origin. The next day when one of my bartenders came into the bar for work, I told her that we needed to talk that night after we closed. At the end of the evening we sat down and I politely asked her how her evening was and if everything was in place. She looked at me rather strangely when I produced the panties and asked if they were hers and were they AWOL. She blushed and admitted that she had lost them in the early hours of the morning before and was wondering where I had found them. When I said that I found them on top of one of the ceiling light fixtures. She then rather coyly stated that she had not looked up there for them. I asked my next question almost not wanting to know the answer. "How?", I asked. She stated that very early the previous morning, somewhere shortly after 3, she and her boyfriend were in desparate need of a place to, well, you know, and as her parents house was out of the question and he was from out of town, the bar seemed like the perfect place for some private parts juice swapping. At this I decided it was time to change the locks and not furnish the employees with any new keys. I thanked her for her honesty and I rather strenuously pointed out that what she did was not only wrong, but illegal as well as dangerous because if any bodily injury had occured, that I could have been liable as the owner of the property. After this incident, this employee left the bar for good and I have not seen her since. I am sure that she probably did not mean to do or think she was doing anything all that wrong, afterall they were horny, but really, this was over the line. Business hours are business hours and don't include other peoples' monkey business. Since then, I have not had customers finding wayward draws hanging around in the bar and I learned a valuble lesson in trust, don't.