Jennifer 19
The bar was crowded with men, seated at tables with girls in knickers serving
drinks. "You look after that side," Georgie said, gesturing at a group of tables.
"Yes Ma'am," I said and walked over, holding the tray in front, my breasts
moving as I walked.
"Well, looky here," a fat man with a beard sneered. "A baldie. Come here, baby,"
he said and, making sure I had a smile on my face, walked over.
He reached up and squeezed my left breast. "Are these real? Shit," he laughed,
"they are, no implants here."
"Look at her cunt," another man said, sipping beer from a tankard. "You can see
it's red through her knickers."
"She's on heat," the fat man laughed. He grabbed my hand and pulled me onto his
lap, his belly pushing against my back. "Move around, bitch," he ordered and I
rubbed my bottom against his crotch while the other men leered at my swinging
breasts.
My earrings wobbled and the tags around my collar rattled as I tried to grind my
bottom against his crotch, feeling his hard cock through his pants.
"I don't see any money in the bowl," George snapped, standing over us and the
fat man suddenly looked worried.
"Here," he said dropping a note into the bowl. "She's pretty useless"
"She's new, she's learning," George said as I stood up, smiling gratefully at
Georgie.
"It's not hard," one of the men sneered. "She just rubs against us, what's the
difficulty?"
"She'll pick it up," Georgie said, moving away.
The fat man grabbed my bottom and squeezed. "You'll keep bitch," he said, "I'll
show you some new tricks later."
I waited on the tables, bringing watery beer to the customers, sitting on their
laps and letting them squeeze and touch me as I bent over the table. I felt like
a piece of meat, an object and felt humiliated as I realised I was close to
selling my body for money. To my horror, I felt myself getting wet and knew my
knickers would show it clearly. Desperately, I tried to think of other things
but every time a customer slapped my bottom, touched my breasts or my legs, I
felt my knickers get wetter.
I was at the bar, loading my tray when George sneered, "Looks like you are
enjoying this." Her eyes dropped to my wet crotch. "You get off on being shown
off, displaying yourself to men? You're sick," she said, walking away.
The fat man grabbed my arm when I bent over, breasts hanging and swinging in
front of him, unloading the tray. "You're a hot slut, aren't you?" he hissed and
he suddenly kissed me, his beard tickling my face. It was the first time I had
been kissed for a long time.
His fingers jabbed into my knickers, probing my pussy through the sheer
material. "Wet," he announced as he pulled back from the kiss, "she's fucking
wet," and the men around the table laughed. Fingering my collar, he read the
tags, "Jared's Slut, Sylvia's Pet. Guess we know what you are now, don't we?"
The men crowded around, shielding me from the bar and one of them pulled my
knickers aside to show my pussy and the tattoo. "Slut," he read and he looked
into my face with a cruel smile. "Guess that confirms it. Look, her cunt lips
are red and she's bald there as well."
"I need a piss," the fat man said and winked at his friends. He stood up, seized
my wrist and dragged me after him. Humiliated, he dragged me into the men's
toilets, the smell of urine sweeping over me and I wrinkled my nose. The other
men from the table crowded in and surrounded me. "On your knees," the fat man
said and as soon as I was kneeling on the tiles, he unzipped his pants, pushing
his cock into my mouth. He crooked a finger through the earrings Sylvia had made
me wear and pulled my head close. "Suck and I don't want to feel any teeth."
The men laughed and made comments as I sucked him, using the stud in my tongue
to tickle his cock. "I'm gonna come on those tits," he puffed, "hold them up!" I
pushed my arms under my breasts to lift them up just as he gasped and with the
other men cheering, spurted over my breasts.
"I'm next," another said and in quick succession I sucked all the cocks, some
spurting on my face, others on my bald head and breasts.
"You're a fucking mess," the fat man laughed and he pushed me down on the floor
with his foot. "Time to clean you off," and, to my horror and to the delight of
the men, he pissed on me, the stream of urine splashing on my breasts, stomach
and knickers.
The other men joined in and soon I was saturated in urine, piss running down my
face, my head and every where. Laughing, they left me on the floor and shakily,
I got to my feet. My knickers were soaked and now completely transparent and I
didn't know what to do.
I crept out of the men's toilets and into the backroom where reggie sat behind
his desk. He looked up in shock. "What the fuck happened to you? Georgie!" he
screamed and Georgie ran in. "Look at this, she stinks for fucks sake!"
George looked me up and down. "Looks like she got what she deserved," she
smiled. "Go sit outside the back door, you can wait there."
Dejectedly, I sat in the laneway gutter, next to the garbage cans naked except
for the piss soaked knickers and wondered what Jared would do to me. I was
shivering when his black car pulled up and he leapt out of the car, leaving his
door open while Sylvia sat glaring at me from the passenger seat.
"Can't you do anything fucking right?" Jared yelled and slapped me hard across
the face. "You were supposed to earn money, slut! Not enjoy yourself!" That's
not fair, I wanted to scream, I didn't enjoy it, did I? Did I?
Another slap and he bundled me into the boot, slammed the lid shut and the car
roared off. After a short drive, the car stopped, the boot opened and Jared
pulled me out. "You smell like a fucking urinal," he spat, dragging me across
gravel. I looked around and saw we were in a park and he was dragging me to a
large fountain. Without a word, he picked me up and dropped me into the icy
water.
I shrieked as the cold water hit me and Jared and Sylvia laughed. "Get the
knickers off," Sylvia yelled, "throw them away." I did as she said and sat
shivering and naked in the fountain; water running over me from the angel in the
centre.
Finally, as clean as I could get, the let me out, dragged me to the car and
threw me, wet and shivering into the boot. When we got home, they dragged me
into Sylvia's flat, stretched me face down across the table and while Sylvia
tightly held my wrists, Jared thrashed my bottom with his belt. He was merciless
and I was soon sobbing as the thin leather cut into my bottom and when they
finally let me go, I saw in the mirror my bottom was crisscrossed with red angry
stripes.
Sylvia went to the bathroom and Jared bent me over the chair and fucked me,
fucked me hard, pounding out of my pussy and I was so aroused from the night and
the belting, I almost came but he came quickly, spurting on my bottom.
He left and I was soon crawling between Sylvia's open legs, licking her like she
liked to be licked and soon she was grinding my face into pussy, smearing her
juices over me.
Breathing hard, she pushed me to the floor and I looked up at her cruel face,
"Please Ma'am," I pleaded, no dignity left, "Please can I come? Please, Ma'am,"
I begged.
She squatted down next to me, her pussy staring me I the face. "Does my little
pet want to come?" she teased.
"Please ma'am," I whined. "Please."
"You're a sex toy, a sex machine," she laughed as her finger teased my clit. "Do
you want to come on my hand, slut?"
"Please, Ma'am," I whimpered and she tickled my clit with her finger, rolling it
around and she did it so gently, so expertly I was panting with need. Smiling
she lifted her finger, wet with my juices, "lick it," she said and eagerly I
did. "You can come if you tell me what a slut you are."
"I'm a slut, Ma'am," I said quickly, "Your slut," I added and I could see she
liked that as she dropped her hand to my pussy. Within minutes, I came, crying
out and moving against her hand while she laughed.
"Thank you Ma'am," I said quickly, kissing her offered hand, the hand that had
brought me off.
