Sunday, April 24, 2011
It's been six months since Mommy made me start working at Frank's Hideaway.
I don't cry in the car on the way to the bar anymore. I don't care. I don't care about anything anymore.
The bar opened at 9:00 and the men started pouring in. After a few minutes, men started to gather around me. It wasn't long before I started to feel some hands grabbing my ass while some other hands started to brush against my shoulders, my legs....
At 10:00, I was told to escort my first "date" of the night into the back. I was terrified but I knew I had better do my best to cooperate. My "date" was an older man, mostly bald, sort of fat. He smelled like cigarettes. He threw an arm around my shoulders while we walked to the back.
Once in my cubicle, he pulled down his pants and he said, "Come on baby, let's go!" I hesitated, not sure what he wanted me to do. "Come on!" he shouted. "I only get 25 minutes! Get going!"
His face was getting red and I could tell he was sort of drunk and getting pretty angry. I figured he wanted a blow job, so I quickly got on my knees. He fished his cock out of his underpants and jammed it into my face. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth...
And that scene repeated itself all night long. Man after man, cock after cock...I worked hard to make each man cum as fast as I could. I knew I would be in trouble if I failed to make any customers cum in the 25 minutes they paid for. I would rush to the ladies room in between each date and try my best to clean up in the five minutes allowed.
And then my 12:30 "date" wanted something different. He wanted to fuck my ass.
"Get over here, bitch," he said. "Frank said you have a problem with making too much noise, so he gave me this." He was holding the package that Mommy had handed Frank just before the bar opened. My "date" reached into the package and pulled out a ball gag. "Get over here and open your mouth."
And the night -- and every Friday and Saturday night since -- continued like that until 3:30 in the morning.