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We stared at each other for a long moment. We understood each other pretty well. We ended up chuckling as we climbed out of the car and went across the street to the bar. But that didn't mean we weren't nervous. We were excited. But we were nervous.
The first thing we noticed when we entered the bar, aside from the large crowd of men, was that a row of folding tables had been added down the center of the narrow room to increase the seating capacity. There were six tables squeezed into the constricted space. There was only just barely room to walk between the tables they added and the booths along each wall.
Tommy was already doing business in his corner booth. He looked up when we came in. I saw him check the time to make certain we weren't late. His expression didn't change but I imagine he was disappointed that we were on time.
We made our way through the crowded room, getting groped all the way. Apparently our fans remembered us.
When we reached the back corner, Tommy ordered us to strip and get to work. The man sitting across from him in the booth obviously hadn't been here last week. He stared in shock as Piper and I undressed and handed Tommy our clothes. Piper removed her panties, too. She didn't wait for some pervert to offer to buy them.
Tommy looked us over and said, "You don't look any the worse for wear. I don't even see any bruises!"
He didn't even ask about Craig. The sorry son of a bitch!
I asked Tommy and his customer if they wanted anything from the bar.
He shook his head and said, "Later."
We started making our way around the room taking orders and getting groped. It was even more difficult now because we were getting groped from all sides. But I'd be lying if I tried to tell anyone that I wasn't having a good time. And I knew that Piper was, too. All these men wanted us. They all had erections from looking at our naked bodies and touching us. I'm sorry if I lose my Feminist Card for saying this, but that turns me the fuck on!
It took us a lot longer to see to all the customers. In part that was because there were more men in the bar today. But the men were more confident from the very beginning, having enjoyed our company last week and knowing what the limits were.
I suspect, though, that the limits today would be much more generous than they were last week. I was worried about that. I was largely recovered from taking ten miles of hard black cock into my body. But I wasn't certain that I was ready to take more just yet.
I felt the desire. My mind was ready for a good fuck. I was just worried about how well my much abused and still very tender body could withstand another afternoon of rough sex. I didn't think for a minute that these men wanted to "make love" to us. They wanted to fuck us!
It wasn't long before that question was asked and answered. After Piper and I had taken care of all the drink orders and been groped by nearly every man in the bar, one of the customers loudly reminded Tommy that he had said he would be open to offers for a little pussy from his new waitresses today.
Tommy looked up from his conversation with his loan sharking customer and said, "I've been thinking about that. Let me finish what I'm doing here and I'll tell you guys what I've decided."
There was an immediate air of expectancy in the room. We all noticed that he didn't say no. It was going to be a long day.
It wasn't even noon yet. There were somewhere in the neighborhood of a hundred men in the bar and we knew that men would be coming and going all day. Tommy already told me that we would be staying until closing time today. That could mean an awful lot of sex.
It wouldn't be as bad as being raped by forty large black men with twelve inch cocks, all intent on making it as violent an act as they possibly could. These were just normal men with normal cocks. But still, it's a lot of cock.
Piper and I continued to circulate and get pawed by the men. From time to time we would be pulled into a lap and forced to allow some boozed up man with cigarette breath to kiss us while his fingers were buried deep in our sopping wet pussies.
I think that both of us were as impatient to hear what Tommy had planned for us as the men were.
Tommy's customer finally left. Tommy stood up and announced, "Boys, it's gonna be a long day. They'll be here until closing time. Both of them had a hard day the day before yesterday and I don't want them spending all their time on their backs or on their knees. I make more money when they're out here serving beer to you horny assholes."
There was an outburst of loud laughter at that.
"What I'm going to propose is a lottery. You buy a ticket for ten dollars for a chance to fuck whichever of these cunts you want, or both if you want to spring for two tickets. Every half hour they'll each draw a winning number from a hat and go into the store room with whoever the winner is. They're both three holers so you can fuck which ever hole you want. The odds are pretty high, about fifty-fifty that you'll all get a chance at one of them, maybe both of them if you're lucky. You guys won't have put out a hundred bucks for ten minutes of sex and you'll still get to grope them all you want for free.
"A little later I'll probably have them put on a little show to keep you interested if they aren't too busy."
It sounded like a reasonable compromise to me. The men had mixed emotions. They didn't want to spend a fortune on a piece of ass. But they didn't like the idea of spending ten or twenty dollars and not getting laid either.
The bartender gave Piper and me each a supply of tickets and sent us out into the bar to sell them. No one declined. In fact, every customer I approached bought two tickets, one for the chance to fuck me and one for the chance to fuck Piper.
I'm almost certain that every man in the bar bought two tickets. A little easy math and I realized that Tommy just made two thousand dollars. And all he had to do was make the announcement! Piper and I were the ones that would do all the work.
The first raffles were held immediately. I drew a number from one hat and Piper from another. There were two loud cheers when the numbers were read and nearly a hundred disappointed moans from men with very hard cocks impatiently waiting to bury their cocks in our bodies.
Tommy pointed out the door to the store room and said that he had a mattress on the floor in there. The two men collected their winnings, my daughter and me, and headed for the door. The man who was eagerly dragging me to the store room was probably in his early sixties. He was bald and had a big pot belly hanging down over his belt.
Piper wasn't much better off. The man escorting her was only a few years younger than my date. But at least he was tall and skinny and had all his hair. That was about all you could say about him though. Both men were typical of the clientele in this sleazy, redneck bar. From listening to the conversations while serving drinks I had the impression that the combined IQ in the room was well under one hundred.
They may not be too bright. But they were certainly horny and judging by the bulges I've seen as I worked the room they all seemed virile enough.
To prove it, as soon as we entered the store room both men began to frantically unfasten their pants. They exposed two very normal, very average cocks. The man with Piper was all over her as soon as his cock was set free. He kissed her and groped her for a moment before tossing her onto the mattress and all but jumping on top of her in a flying leap.
She was as turned on as I was at the moment and she gave every indication of enjoying it just as much as he did. She was quite vocal about it. She was so loud that I didn't doubt the men out in the bar could hear her passionate cries.
The man I was with pushed me to my knees and placed the head of his cock against my lips. I opened my mouth and began to suck, grateful that he wasn't raping my mouth the way those men all did at the studio. He didn't slam his cock into me or try to force it down my throat. He stood there watching the man fuck my daughter and let me suck his cock for a few minutes.
He didn't cum in my mouth, though. After several minutes he pulled his cock out of my mouth and pulled me to my feet. He led me to the mattress and placed me on my hands and knees with my face just inches from Piper's.
The man fucking Piper seemed to understand what he was doing and smiled. I was ordered to kiss my daughter as the man behind me began sliding his cock into my pussy. They probably thought this would be embarrassing for us. They had no idea. Piper and I began to kiss passionately, moaning and enjoying orgasm after orgasm as those two old men fucked us.
I don't think either of us even noticed when the men came. We were so wrapped up in our pleasure that they had become just a means to an end, a very pleasant end. We continued until the men finally pulled out of us and watched in amazement for a few minutes.
We were allowed one more orgasm each before they separated us. I'm not even sure why we each achieved another orgasm. We weren't being touched except for our passionate kisses. I know that it was more than that, though. It was the entire, strange, sexually charged situation of working naked and being constantly groped in a bar full of strange men and being raffled off. This was much sexier for both of us than the horror of two nights ago. We had time to rest and recover between being used like common prostitutes. I wish we could keep coming back here and doing this!
I was fully aware of how wrong it is to feel that way. My conscience should have been beating me with a club. It wasn't just that I'm cheating on my perfect husband. It's much worse than that. I've involved my daughter! More than that, I'm happy for her!! I know she's enjoying this, or at least most of this, as much as I am and I can't help being happy for her. Add to that the unthinkable, I've had sex with my son AND my daughter. I have to be the worst mother in the world!
But I feel what I feel. I would be happy to never set foot in that studio again and I'm terrified of what might happen if we end up back there. Except for that, the terrible things I'm doing since I met Tommy are my fantasies come true and I'm sorry, but I can't help being turned on. Telling myself how wrong it is doesn't seem to make any difference at all.
The men who just finished using us stood over us in silence for a couple of minutes, savoring the moment I suppose. Or perhaps they were burning the image and memory into their small brains.
They finally turned and left the room together. As they stepped back out into the bar they were greeted by cheers and applause from the others, all hoping to be next. It was pretty immature I thought. But I would expect that from them.
Piper and I got to our feet and followed them out into the bar. We detoured to the ladies room and spent a few minutes freshening up. We needed to be nice and clean or the others wouldn't want to grope us. That would never do.
Almost an hour passed before Tommy decided it was time for us to put on a show. It was nothing special for us but the guys all seemed to enjoy it. Two men picked me up and placed me on my back on the bar. Two more men picked Piper up and lowered her on top of me in the classic sixty-nine position.
We enjoyed a couple of nice leisurely orgasms and managed to get a short break out of it. Unfortunately, it only happened that once. There were a lot of times during the rest of the day that I wanted them to humiliate us like that again just so we could get a little rest.
After several hours, working as a waitress and prostitute in a titty bar stopped being quite as exciting. The sex was okay most of the time. And getting groped by strange men, most of whom are old enough to be your father or even your grandfather is an erotic experience for those of us who have minds wired that way, like my daughter and me.
But it was getting to be a pretty difficult job. Except when we were pulled down into some man's lap and molested or in the store room having sex we spent all of our time on our feet fetching beers. It's a lot of damn work!
The sex part never became onerous. We were both fucked in the ass a couple times and that wasn't particularly pleasant. But it didn't happen that often and we're getting used to it by now. And the men began to calm down after a couple of hours. As a result the groping became less adolescent and more pleasant. But the job was tedious and our legs were getting very tired. By the time the day was over and the bar closed I would have given anything to just sit down and relax for a few minutes.
Instead, the customers were ushered out, somewhat rudely I thought, and we spent the next fifteen minutes on our knees sucking off Tommy and the bartender.
After quickly recovering from his orgasm the bartender emptied the cash register, counted the money and prepared the day's take for deposit.
While he was waiting, Tommy placed his large, brown paper shopping bag full of cash from his loan sharking business on the table. I noticed that there seemed to be more money in the bag than there was last week. I doubt if Tommy has a lot of trouble getting his money back.
I still had to smile that he would carry so much money around in a shopping bag. As brief cases go it isn't very impressive. I wondered if he did that on purpose.
He sat on his bench holding our clothes in his hand and said, "I slipped copies of the DVDs from your two trips to Rick's and your first trip to the studio into your purse."
He saw the confusion on my face. With a voice dripping with derision he said, "Rick's? The place where you are going to be buying most of your clothes from now on?"
The biker boutique! I didn't know it had a name!
"You can count on being here every Saturday from now on. I made more money in here today than I normally make in a week. I've got something new planned for Tuesday. You ain't gonna like it. But I'm warning you right now, I ain't gonna take any shit out of you. The important thing for you two to remember is that for the next five and a half months I own your asses."
He looked me in the eyes and snarled, "You know how serious I am about that, right bitch? You've seen just how impatient I can be. Right?"
I didn't dare try to reason with him. I could still hear the sound of him punching and kicking Craig until he was lying senseless on the floor. I nodded submissively, hating myself more for being a coward that for anything else I've done.
Tommy was satisfied that he had us cowed. He stood up and escorted us out of the bar. We were still naked. We were forced to wait beside him on the sidewalk while he locked the door. He still had our clothes and our purses.
He was totally unconcerned that someone might see us. After all, he was fully dressed. He escorted us across the street. We walked to his car and he finally handed us back our things. He turned toward his car, opened his trunk and tossed in the bank deposit bag he got from the bartender and the paper bag with the proceeds from his loan shark business.
Before he could close the trunk a figure appeared out of the dark, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. I was startled and nearly screamed. I didn't. But a high pitched squeak escaped from me before I clamped my hand over my mouth alerting Tommy.
Tommy was startled by the sound I made. He spun around to see what had caused me to make that noise.
I saw the gun first. It several long, terrifying seconds before I realized that the shadowy figure was Craig!
Judging by the smug, arrogant look on his face, Tommy knew who it was immediately. And he wasn't impressed.
He smiled and said, "You don't have the balls, you fuckin' fairy. All you've managed to do is make yourself look like a pansy and piss me off. That's just going to make things harder on your two cunts. Now get the fuck out of here before I take that thing away from you and shove it up your ass."
Craig ignored Tommy's threats. In a calm, reasoned voice he said, "There isn't a chance in hell of getting you to see reason. Is there?"
When I heard the sound of Craig's voice I knew that something terrible was going to happen. Unfortunately, Tommy remained unconvinced that my husband had the balls.
I think Craig saw in Tommy's eyes that there was no chance of working this out. Without taking his eyes off of Tommy, he said to me, "Take Piper and get out of here ... NOW!"
I can't even describe the terror I felt in that moment. Tommy still thought he had the upper hand. I knew better. I grabbed Piper's hand but before we could move, Tommy, still with that arrogant smile on his face, reached for the gun in Craig's hand. He was certain that Craig wouldn't pull the trigger. He didn't even try to disguise his actions. He calmly reached out to take the gun away from Craig.
There was a muffled pop. I've never heard a gun firing. It was such a quiet sound that I didn't realize Craig had pulled the trigger. Not at first.
Tommy didn't seem to realize it for a few seconds, either. He still had that arrogant smile on his face when he looked down at the small hole in his shirt quizzically.
In that moment Craig ordered us to leave again. Piper turned and tried to pull me across the deserted parking lot to my car. But I couldn't move at first. I couldn't take my eyes off of Tommy's face. Even now, even looking down at the hole in his shirt he still didn't seem to realize that he'd been shot!
I did. I knew that I was watching a man die. I was horrified. I didn't want to see this. I wanted desperately to turn away. But somehow I couldn't move. I was rooted to that spot and unable to move.
Piper finally screamed at me and yanked so hard on my arm that she nearly dislocated it. I finally was able to turn away. Holding hands we ran for my car without looking back. It required all of my will power to avoid looking back across the dark, deserted parking lot.
I fumbled for my keys and unlocked the car. Piper stopped to look back while I was running around to my side of the car and I screamed at her to get in the fucking car. I tore out of there so fast that I squealed the tires.
Piper yelled at me to slow down or we'd get arrested. She reminded me of all the detective shows we watched where people were caught because of the tire tracks they left. My heart was beating so fast that I was dizzy. But I finally managed to slow down.
I somehow managed to drive home without killing us and pulled into the garage. It was only after I turned off the engine that I realized we were both still naked. We sat there in the car for a long time. Both of us were shivering. I guess we were in shock. I was so out of it that I didn't even realize that Craig's car was still parked in the garage until I got out to go inside!
It was after one o'clock in the morning when we entered the kitchen from the garage. But Trey was still up. He was sitting in the dark at the kitchen table with a very worried look on his face. He looked up when we came in. He seemed to be relieved to see us. But he was obviously concerned about more than Piper and me. He asked, "What's going on? Where's dad?"
I poured myself a large glass of bourbon and gulped down several shots, letting the warmth from the liquor warm me and calm my nerves before collapsing into a chair beside Trey.
Piper reached for my glass and took a sip. She ran to the sink and spit it out immediately. She got out a can of Coke instead and exclaimed, "How can you drink that shit?!"
I would have been amused if I weren't terrified.
I took another big drink from my glass and asked, "What did your dad tell you when he left? How did he get downtown? His car is in the garage."
Instead of answering my questions, Trey asked, "Did you see him? Is he okay?"
We weren't getting anywhere this way. Everyone was asking questions. No one was answering!
I sighed and tried to force myself to calm down. I finally said, "We saw your father. He's fine. Now answer my questions."
Trey didn't seem reassured by the fact that we came home naked and obviously upset. But he finally said, "Kent picked dad up about an hour ago. Dad told me he had to go out for a while to take care of something. I heard someone pull into the driveway. It was Kent driving a truck. When dad went out I looked out to see who it was."
He paused as if to marshal his confused thoughts and almost whispered, "He had a gun, a pistol. Is dad going to shoot someone?!"
Oh god! What have I done?! Suddenly our life is spinning out of control. People don't get away with shooting people in this day and age. Not unless they're members of a gang and doing it in some inner city slum. People who shoot people get caught and go to prison, no matter the motive. This was all because of me.
If Craig was arrested and put in prison because of me I couldn't live with that. I would have to end my life.
I was suddenly aware of how much time was passing. What was taking him so long? Did he get caught already? Should I call him? Fuck!! I can't think!!
I dug my cell phone out of my purse and checked to see if there were any messages. When there weren't I grew even more frantic. I said, "I'm going to call him."
Piper slapped the phone out of my hands and screamed, "NO! No you can't! If the detectives find out about us they'll check your phone records. You can't call him."
Trey exclaimed, "Detectives! What the hell is going on?!"
I couldn't bring myself to explain. I couldn't say out loud that my husband just shot a man ... killed a man. I knew it to be true. But I couldn't say it, certainly not to his son.
Piper had no such reservations. With a note of pride in her voice that shocked me she said, "Dad shot Tommy after the bar closed tonight. That's all we know at the moment. I saw him lifting the body into the trunk of his car before we left. I don't know why he isn't home. I guess they're taking him somewhere."
Another hour passed. I was beyond frantic. We all were. I didn't know if something had gone wrong. Maybe Tommy wasn't badly hurt and overpowered Craig after we left. Craig might have been in accident. After all, he had to be as freaked out as I was. Maybe he was caught and was being processed at some police station at this very moment.
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