This story was written as a fantasy.
The bar was a dump and located in the worst part of town.
It never seemed to close, as required by state law. Most of
the men who came here were drunks or trouble makers. Women
very seldom, if ever, came in. It was always crowded from noon
until 6 at night, because, after dark, nobody wanted to be in
the neighborhood. Since noon, some local gang members had been
drinking heavily, driving the usual customers home early. Four
were playing pool and five were talking with the bartender.
Around 6:30 a women walked in. She was definitely out of place.
Her date was to take her dancing after drinks and dinner,
and told her to dress “HOT”. To her, that meant sexy. She spent
all afternoon shopping. She bought a black evening dress. The
top of it showed a little of her cleavage, but not too much.
She didn’t think her breasts were big enough but they did stand
out, even without a bra. The bottom half of the dress hugged
her ass and thighs nicely. She was proud of her ass because it
was small and round. She looked tall because she was wearing a
pair of new Italian evening shoes with 4 inch stiletto heels,
trimmed with rhinestones on the straps. Her shoes plus the
short hem of the dress, just above her knees, showed off her
long legs. Because the dress fit so snug, walking was slow.
Dancing would be tricky and running was out of the question.
Her dark brown hair was shoulder length and done up nicely.
Overall, her appearance was stunning.
Her date told her to meet him here for drinks, but now she
wasn’t sure if this was the right lounge as she looked around.
Even the taxi driver asked her several times if she was sure
about the address. Not seeing her date, she decided to order a
glass of wine and wait a little while for him. Spotting an
empty booth by the pool table, she sat and hoped the tour guide
her date, would show up soon. She cursed herself, especially
since she didn’t like being here alone.
The four gang members playing pool stared at her for a
while and then ask her if she wanted to join them. Politely
declining, she said she was waiting for her date.
Each of them blatantly stare and she felt like she was
being violated somehow by their glances. They would lick their
lips every time she looked their way. After more drinks, it
got worse. They stood near her and rubbed their crotches
waiting for their turn to shoot. They kept getting more crude
with their remarks to each other, as though she wasn’t there.
“HOW ABOUT SPREADING THOSE LEGS SO WE HAVE A REAL HOLE TO
AIM AT!”, one of the men playing pool said to her.
“DO YOU FUCK AS GOOD AS YOU LOOK?”, another asked.
She tried to ignore their obscenities but couldn’t. She
decided to wait outside for her date to show up and was going
to leave when one of them quickly came over. He placed one hand
on her shoulder and roughly pushed her back in the booth while
taking the seat next to her.
“BET YOU A BLOW-JOB I MAKE MY NEXT SHOT!” he said loudly
then licked and kissed her ear.
She only sat there with her mouth gaping open and her eyes
open wide in disbelief. She was shocked by his vulgar remark.
No man had ever talked to her that way before, let alone treat
her the way he was. When she didn’t say or do anything, he
shoved his hand under her dress, rubbing high above her knees
and tried to pry her thighs apart. She fought him and looked
for help from the other men. Somebody yelled that it was his
shot. When he got up, she was relieved, but not for long.
Another man took his place and two more sat directly across,
trapping her in the booth. The man who fondled her made his
shot. He threw the cue stick on the table, looked at her with
an evil grin, and slowly walked over to the booth.