My parents passed away when I was in my late thirties, leaving me a meager inheritance, which I decided to use to buy a tiny bar in the downtown area of a small New Jersey town called Lakehurst. My inheritance…as small as it was…barely covered the cost of the bar and a place to stay, but four months in I was getting most of my bills paid, so I figured I could make this work. And really, what choice did I have? Everything I had was tied up in this bar.
One morning after I’d been open for about six months, I was working by myself in the bar…just cleaning up, re-stocking liquor, and getting things ready for when we would open later that afternoon. My employees typically don’t come in until mid-afternoon, so I was a bit surprised when two men came into my place, even though it was obvious we were closed. I was even more surprised that they came from the back of the building, through the back door, which I’d apparently left unlocked.
I came around from behind the bar and said, “We’re closed guys….we open at 3:00 pm. And when you come back, try using the front door.”
The guy who was obviously in charge came up to where I was standing with a slick smile on his face, while the other one stood a few feet away leaning his elbow on top of the bar.
The guy in charge looked around and said, “Nice place.” Then returned his eyes to mine, still smiling that shit-eating grin.
I said, “Thanks, but seriously…we’re not open yet.”
He stepped even closer, so that I had to look up to see his eyes and said, “My name’s Vinnie. What’s yours?”
“I’m Gail. I own this place,” I replied, starting to get a little uncomfortable, but trying to hold my ground.
Vinnie stayed where he was and said, “Well, Gail….it’s my job to meet all the business owners in this area and make sure they’re protected. I know you’re new here so we didn’t bother coming by until you got your feet under you. But from the looks of things, you’ve got a nice little business going on here.”
I started sensing where this was going, and said, “What the fuck’s going on, Vinnie?” in a voice much braver than I felt.
Vinnie smiled some more and said, “Look, you’re a smart….and may I say very attractive….woman. You know exactly what I’m saying. Surely you didn’t think you’d be able to run a business in my town without paying for my protection, did you?”
“I have to pay you?” I exclaimed. “That’s bullshit!” Then, as reality began to sink in, I grimaced, lowered my eyes and mumbled, “Goddamn it…..how much?”
Vinnie rubbed his chin and said, “For a place like this, we figure $1,000 per week.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? I can’t afford that…I barely make ends meet as it is!”
Vinnie’s eyes started roaming up and down my body, eventually landing on my rather large breasts. I was an attractive blonde…about 5’5” tall…with a nice shape, and 36DD boobs, so I wasn’t terribly surprised that he was focused on my tits. I was wearing a loose fitting crop top made of crinkly lycra, with an elastic neckline – no bra – and a flare-bottom denim skirt that came to about mid-thigh. This outfit tended to emphasize my breasts, which was usually good for business and tips, but wasn’t ideal for the situation I was in at the moment.
“Yeah, everyone always says that at first…but now that I’ve had a look at you, I have an idea.”
Vinnie stepped even closer to me, actually pressing his crotch against my stomach and nudging me backwards until I could feel the edge of the bar pressing against my lower back. I could feel the firmness of his bulge in the front of his pants as he leaned into me and I tried, unsuccessfully, to push him away.
As he spoke, he reached out and placed one hand on the edge of the bar right next to me, and used the other hand to squeeze one of my tits through my blouse, saying, “Here’s what we’ll do, Gail. We’ll make it $500 per week, as long as you’re nice to me.”
I glanced at the other guy leaning against the bar a few feet away and saw a shitty smile on his face, too, so I quickly figured that this was real, and that I really had no options….I definitely couldn’t afford $1,000 per week. I might be able to make $500 per week work. Fuck, I hated where this was going.
Meanwhile, I had stopped trying to push Vinnie away…it wasn’t working anyway…and he had pulled my loose blouse down past my boobs, so they were completely exposed….swaying in front of me as he fondled and pawed them with one of his hands. With the other hand he unzipped his pants, pulled out his stiffening cock and began stroking it and rubbing the bulbous tip against my bare stomach.
It didn’t take long before he had pushed my skirt up past my hips and pulled my panties to the side. I was still in a bit of shock as he nudged my legs apart with his knee, then stepped in between them, lining the head of his dick up with my pussy before thrusting forward. He shoved the tip of his engorged prick into me…slowly at first, but then picking up the pace the deeper it went into my cunt. The weight of his body against mine forced me to lean back against the bar with my elbows behind me for support. This gave him total access to my naked, swinging boobs, as he plowed my vagina with his rigid shaft.
I closed my eyes and turned my head away, but Vinnie grabbed my face and pulled it back, snarling, “Look at me, Gail….eyes open…this is part of the deal.”
I grimaced and opened my eyes so that they locked with his. With a wicked grin plastered on his face, he stared at me as he pumped his cock in and out of my pussy and squeezed my wobbling tits with both hands. He smelled like cigarettes and whiskey, which was turning my stomach, but I didn’t want to show fear or weakness, so I just stared vacantly into his eyes as he continued hammering away between my legs.
Still focused on my eyes, Vinnies moaned and grunted as he plowed his dick into me over and over. After a few minutes, Vinnie caught his breath and mumbled, “Yeah….shit….you’re fucking tight as hell, Gail…. uhnnn…. uhnnn… fuck, yeah….” Then he released my tits and grabbed my hips as he slammed his engorged cock deep into my pussy, blasting several streams of warm, sticky semen into my cunt…all the time staring into my eyes while moaning his cigarette breath into my face.
Vinnie kept sliding his spent cock in and out of my vagina for another minute or two as he enjoyed his climax, then pulled it out of me with a ‘plop’. He took a step back, grabbed a couple of napkins from the counter, wiped off his glistening prick and left it dangling between his legs as he tossed the used napkins onto the counter.
Still smiling that shit-eating smile, he said, “This week’s free, Gail…..kind of a ‘welcome to the neighborhood’ gift.”
He glanced over at his henchman, and they shared a laugh at his little joke. Then he stuffed his cock back into his pants, pulled his zipper up and reached out to grab my boobs with both hands. He used his fingers and thumbs to grab each nipple, pulling them toward him so that my tits extended away from my chest, then released them and watched my breasts swing back into place, swaying back and forth between us.
“See you next week, Gail,” he said, as he and his partner sauntered out the back door. Then with a backward wave he added, “And, seriously…you have a really nice place here.”
I cleaned myself up and pulled all my clothes back into place, then stood behind the bar and lamented this new development. I had to turn over $500 every week, which I could barely afford, and it looked like I was going to have Vinnie’s cock inside me every week, as well. Goddamn it….this sucked! And I couldn’t see any way to avoid it.
The next week Vinnie came by again…same day, same time… with that stupid slimy grin on his face and his hand out for the payoff. With a grimace, I told him the money was in my office, and we walked back there for me to pull it out of the safe. As I led him toward my office, I felt his hand slip under my skirt and squeeze one ass cheek, then the other.
From behind me I heard him say, “I’ve been looking forward to this all week, Gail. It’s pay-up time.”