Biker Bar by tight wet lips
this is one of my stories, i have a few more but i want to get peoples reactions before i post or create anymore , ‘My father warned me not to come here you know,’ Leslie said to her friend Becky as she walked towards the bar. The place had a terrible reputation and was well known as a hangout for a local biker gang. But it wasn’t as if they had any real choice in the matter. Becky’s car was sitting a quarter of a mile down the road, it was getting darker by the minute and this was the only place open for miles around.
‘All we’re gonna do is go in, use the phone to call my dad and then leave. It’ll be fine,’ Becky whispered to Leslie as they walked through the door.
Looking around the bar Leslie now knew why her father had warned her against the place. There were more then twenty fully-grown men all sitting around tables drinking. None of them looked like they had showered for a week. As Leslie and Becky walked across the room, there was a sudden hush in the room and all the men’s eyes were on them.
‘Do you young ladies need anything?’ asked the barman, giving them the once over.
Both girls were looking around them, trying to physically make themselves smaller.
The barman asked again, ‘what do you gals need?’
One of the men sitting at the table closest to the girls yelled out, ‘maybe they’re too young to know what they want!’
The man sitting next to him then yelled out, ‘yeah, maybe we should give it to ‘em!’
At that the whole bar erupted in laughter, until the barman barked for everyone to shut up and asked the girls a third time what they wanted.
‘We just need to use the phone,’ Becky finally squeaked out, ‘my car broke down about a quarter of a mile up the road, and so I need to call my dad to come and get us.’
A large aggressive looking man got up from the shadows and walked up to the girls and said, ‘there’s no need to call your dad, my boys can fix any motor trouble, ain’t that right lads.’ All the men behind him yelled in agreement. ‘I’m Trevor by the way, so why don’t you lovely ladies sit and relax while I send a couple of my guys to get your car.’
‘Err, no thanks mister, my dad will come and get us,’ Becky whispered.
‘What’s the matter girlie, you don’t trust us,’ one customer yelled.
The other customers heckled in agreement.
Trevor grabbed Becky’s arm abruptly and said, ‘just give me the keys. I did say we’d fix the car for you.’ With that, he grabbed the keys from her hand and threw them across the room to one of the smallest customers there. ‘Now why don’t you sit down and relax.’
Trevor walked over to the man with the keys and told him to get the car. When the man hesitated for a second, Trevor grabbed him by the hair and literally stood him up. Leslie thought the man’s hair was being ripped out by the roots.
‘I told you to go get the fucking car, now go,’ Trevor roared and threw the smaller man forward. The man stumbled out of the bar.
Leslie and Becky looked at each other quickly and glanced around the bar. There was a small table to their left with none of the bikers sitting at it. The two girls quickly moved towards it and sat down.
Trevor, obviously the leader, walked over to the girls and was quickly joined by most of the other bikers in the bar.
‘So, what do you lovely ladies want to drink,’ sneered Trevor, taking a seat whilst looking both the girls up and down, drinking them in with his eyes.
‘Oh, err, nothing, thanks,’ Becky replied.
‘When the boss offers you bitches a fucking drink, you fucking take it,’ roared another man, leaning over, right in Becky’s face.
‘Get these girls a beer,’ said Trevor, a new edge to his voice.
The barman asked the girls their ages.
’17,’ Becky answered.
’16,’ Leslie answered.
‘Shit,’ the barman said, ‘I’m gonna lose my liquor license for this.’ He then opened two Budweiser’s and handed them across the bar to Trevor.
‘Here,’ Trevor said gruffly as he sat the beer down in front of the girls. ‘Drink’ them,’ he demanded.
Neither girl moved.
‘He said, fucking drink the fucking beer bitch,’ the man from before snarled as he grabbed Leslie by the hair and pulled her head back.
‘Billy, give the girls a chance to drink it first,’ sneered Trevor, still eyeing up the girls.
Both girls grabbed the bottles in front of them and took a small sip.
‘What the fuck was that,’ the man named Billy said, grabbing Becky’s bottle. He guzzled it down.
‘Give the girl another beer,’ Trevor ordered in an aggressive tone. When he gave that new beer to Becky he ordered her to drink it down quick and not to stop until it was empty.
Becky raised the bottle to her lips and closed her eyes. Swallowing as quickly as she could, she felt the cold beer pouring down her throat. Several times she was afraid she would gag but she managed to finish it.
‘Jesus fuck,’ Billy said. ‘What a fucking bitch, you sure your only 17?’
Becky looked at Leslie helplessly.
‘Now you,’ Trevor said to Leslie. ‘Drink it down.’
Leslie took the bottle to her lips and swallowed a few hard times. She took the bottle away to take a breath.
With that, Trevor erupted. ‘Fucking bitch. I fucking told you to drink it.’
Trevor grabbed Leslie by the arm and pulled her away from the table. Becky tried to jump up but felt several strong hands hold her down.
‘You stupid bitch, when I fucking tell you to do something, you fucking do it,’ Trevor roared.
Leslie had started to cry with fear.
‘Stop that fucking crying or I’ll give you something to fucking cry about bitch,’ Trevor snarled. ‘Just shut the fuck up.’
With that, and without warning Trevor reached down and with both hands ripped open Leslie’s blouse. The suddenness of his action caught her completely off guard and she stood there motionless. He then pulled out a switch knife and with precision cut off her bra, leaving the bra to fall to the ground, exposing her young pert breasts. Leslie screamed and tried to cover herself.
‘I told you to shut the fuck up bitch,’ Trevor yelled and slapped her sharply across the face, ‘if you don’t fucking shut up I swear I’ll fucking kill you.’
The force of Trevor’s blow had knocked Leslie to the ground where she lay half-sobbing, attempting to cover herself.
Again Becky tried to stand but was again forced back down into her seat. ‘Just relax and enjoy bitch,’ Billy whispered in her ear. She felt his hands slowly running down her blouse and over her breasts while other hands held her arms down to the table.
‘Get the fuck up bitch’ Trevor demanded and extended his hand. Leslie lay there staring at his hand. Reaching down, he grabbed her and pulled her to her feet in one motion. He immediately bent her arms back and forced her to her knees. Becky watched from across the room as the man quickly unzipped his fly and pulled his penis from his pants. It was huge, ten inches long and nearly as thick as her wrist and only semi-erect.
‘Put it in your mouth bitch,’ Trevor demanded as he slapped Leslie on the cheek with his penis. ‘Open your fuckin’ mouth.’
Leslie had jerked her boyfriend off once in the back seat of his car and then he had tried to get her to suck his cock but she had said no. Now, sobbing, she closed her eyes and slowly opened her mouth wide, hoping to avoid contact with the thing now sliding in over her lips.