by Alex Dawson
Apparently all of those dangerous people she was afraid would be wandering the streets earlier were busy in here.
There were a dozen men, all wearing ripped jeans and black leather vests.
Tina put their stuff in the shadows by the door and pointed at it, glaring sternly at Laura until the little girl, pouting, sat on it instead of marching up to the nearest man.
Bracing herself, Tina stepped into the lighter area of the bar.
"Oh, hot damn, good morning to you, princess," one of the men said, and they all turned to look at her.
"Um, Mary sent me? From the diner? Her brother works here? I need a job?" Tina said, her voice quavering and barely audible.
"Shit, I got a job for you," an older man, no shirt under his leather vest, said lewdly, and everyone laughed.
Two of the men got up and came over to Tina, taking her wrists and pulling her over to the bar.
"Take a seat, princess," one of them said, "Let's talk about a job for you."
"That's right," the older man said again, and Tina winced.
She wasn't really sure what to do. These big men were crowding her, and one of them had pinched her bottom, and they were ignoring what she said.
"Tina, I want to go home," Laura said from by the door.
The bikers immediately straightened, and, as one man, turned to stare at the little blonde girl.
"Tina?" she asked.
"Laura, kiddo," Tina began, before one of the men standing by her cut her off.
"Girl, what the hell were you thinking, bringing a little girl in the front room here?" he asked, glaring.
Tina started to cry.
"I'm sorry, I was at the diner and I asked about a job, and Mary told me that I needed my head screwed on straight, and sent me here, she said her brother would give me a job in cash, and that Laura would be safe here, I'm so sorry, I've never been away from home before, I don't know what I'm doing," she said, hiccuping a little, the words coming out in a rush.
The biker who had questioned her winced.
"Shit, Mary sent you here with a little girl? What the hell are you running from?" he asked.
"My parents, our parents, my stepfather ran off with my older sister, and my mother locked all of us girls in the house and called us whores, and then a few days ago, she said that our stepfather and Taylor were coming back," Tina babbled.
The biker sighed.
"So, your stepdaddy was diddling your sister and your mother blamed you, and is letting him come back?"
Tina nodded.
"Shit," he said.
One of the others spoke up.
"Stew, you do need a new girl around here to serve food and sweep up, and she and her sister could stay on the top floor," he said.
Stew nodded.
"No offense, girl, but I wasn't looking for someone like you," he said, "I was looking for someone who could hold her own a little better with the men, and you look like you'd just let them throw you over their shoulders and take you back to their caves."
Tina shrugged and didn't say anything. She just looked at Laura, standing by the front door, looking lost and frightened.
Stew looked at Laura, too.
"Aw, shit, Mary has gotta stop doing this to me. Yeah, you can stay, but I ain't paying you a real wage. You get a bedroom and tips, and we'll help you out, but I ain't giving you squat else until you prove you're not more work than you're worth," he said.
Tina blinked.
"Thank you, sir," she said, looking up at Stew, "I really appreciate it. When do you want me to start?"
"I'll show you where you're gonna sleep, and in a few hours you can come down and clean up after us," he said, and she nodded.
The room that Stew showed her was small, but tidy, with two twin beds and a closet that looked echoing and pathetic with their two little bags tossed in the corner.
A dresser between the two beds and a small bathroom completed the space.
It was boring, but Tina could have cried again, at the clean place with the big deadbolt on the door. She and Laura unpacked their little bags, and she started to make a mental list of what else they needed, starting with more clothes for both of them.
A few hours later, Tina was wiping down sticky tables and sweeping the floor while Laura followed her around, dancing around the room and singing to herself.
"Hey, hot stuff!" a cheerful male voice rang out.
Tina looked up at the man who had just walked in. He was so gorgeous he almost took her breath away, with long brown hair and a smile that was so wicked it made her want to run away and into his arms, all at once.
"Hello," she said quietly, not pausing in her work.
"Oh, key, kiddo," he continued, seeing Laura, who went shy and simply waved at him, "It looks like you two are exactly who I was sent to see. You need to be someone else, right?"
Tina nodded.
"The police might be looking for us," she said quietly. She was trying not to volunteer information, after what Mary and Stew had told her about how to keep herself safe.
"Oh, those pesky po-po," he said, winking at her, "Let's get them right off track."
Stew walked in in time to hear the new man's words.
"Kenny, you found Tina, good. Before you take your pictures, she and Laura need to go get new hair," he said.
"Have they been reported missing? Tina is eighteen, right?" Kenny asked, businesslike.
"Yes, I am, why?" Tina asked.
"Just wanted to make sure you aren't jailbait," he told her with a wink. Tina's head spun at the way this man went back and forth from ridiculous to serious.
"They have, but the picture is terrible," Stew said, and motioned them all over to show them the picture of Laura and Tina, a year ago, in ill-fitting calico dresses, too shy to look at the camera, hair in long braided pigtails.
"Won't take much work for you to look like a new woman," Kenny told Tina, and Stew nodded.
"Thank you, sirs," she murmured, "I'll do whatever you think I need to."
Kenny grinned.
"Aw, man, you're so sweet I can't even torment you too badly," he said, "Let's just get your hair cut and dyed so I can make your driver's license."
"But I can't drive," Tina said.
Kenny and Stew blinked at her.
"Okay, we'll take the van, it's easy, I'll drive you to the beauty salon, and you can drive back," Kenny said, grabbing some keys from a hook by the back door and heading out.
"Well?" Stew asked, when she didn't follow, "He's not gonna wait forever."
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Tina threw her head up and yelled "I'm coming, I'm coming," as she maneuvered through the packed bar with a tray of food held over her head.
"Well, speed it up, Princess," the table by the door bellowed.
A month ago, she would have flinched, but now she just ignored it and concentrated on not dropping the heavy platter.
She served the table, dodged the one who tried to grope her ass, and wound her way back through to the kitchen.
"Hey, Stew, I'm taking my break," she said to the enormous man working the grill and cussing.
“If you see fucking Logan, tell him not to step fucking foot in this place ever again, or I’ll break the little shit’s face,” Stew said, “This is the last time I sweat my balls off in this shithole because he’s too busy getting his dick wet to show up for work.”
“Yes, sir,” she said.
She walked out and leaned against the wall near the back door, staying in the well-lit area, making sure that she’d left the back door propped open carefully.
So far, the men had been pretty good to her, but Stew and Kenny had been very clear about how dangerous it would be if a few drunk men caught her alone, or even if one did. They were watching out for her, but they couldn’t protect her from the sleazier members of the club if she wasn’t under their eye.
Tina saw the guy skulking towards the back door and waved her arms, trying to get his attention. He came ov
er to her, and she tried not to wrinkle her nose. He smelled like stale beer and body odor.
“What, you finally want a piece of this?” he said, grabbing his crotch and leering at her.
“No,” she said, edging towards the door, “I wanted to warn you that Stew is really, really mad at you this time, he said, um, he said not to come back.”
He smiled at her and grabbed her upper arm, pulling her face close to his.
“Let’s get one thing straight. Just because Stew and Kenny have made you their pet bitch, doesn’t mean that you get to tell a man like me what to do. I’m a Cowboy, and I will fuck you up, and then I will fuck you,” he said.
Tina winced and held still, paralyzed with fear.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, “Stew said to tell you-”
He slapped her face with his free hand.
“I don’t give a rat’s ass what Stew told you. If Stew tells you to confront a full Cowboy, tell him that you’ll get down on your knees and suck his dick, instead. It would be safer than fucking with someone like me,” he growled.
“Logan, get the fuck off of my bargirl and the fuck out of my sight,” Stew said, his booming voice seeming to fill the entire parking lot.
“She gave me lip,” Logan began, “Held me up getting to work-”
Stew cut him off.
“You were supposed to be at work three hours ago, asswipe, you don’t have a job any more. Go get another Cowboy to let you tinker in his basement for beer money,” he said, flatly.
Logan took a step towards Stew, and seemed to realize how much shorter and smaller he was than this mountain of a man.
“Man, fuck this,” he said, and left the parking lot, kicking at empty beer bottles as he passed them.
“Your break is over,” Stew said, turning to Tina, “I don’t recommend taking one outside for a few days. Logan’s a cowardly little pisser with a grown man, but he’d try for you.”
Tina nodded and scurried back into the kitchen under Stew’s watchful eye.
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A few days later, Tina’s heart was pounding as she snuck into the empty room above the bar where she was living. Her little sister was at school, she’d done her work at the bar, and she wanted to take the opportunity she'd been waiting for for years.
She was barely eighteen, legally an adult, but with a house full of siblings, she'd never really had time alone to explore her body. She knew that she craved it. She'd touched herself through her clothing in stolen minutes, hiding in closets or the attic, but always with the fear of getting caught keeping her from finding out what she really wanted to know: What it felt like to have something inside her.
She locked the room and climbed onto her bed. She was wearing a t-shirt, bra, and a skirt, and she'd gotten a pair of items to try from her bathroom. There was a thick toothbrush and a hairbrush with an even thicker handle.
She knew that she should strip, but even with the door locked and no one around, she was afraid to get naked and have that much freedom to explore herself.
'Why not?' she finally thought, 'This is my room and I am an adult, why can't I be naked?'
She giggled and stepped off the bed, stripping out of her clothing and blushing at her own daring.
Tina was an athlete in high school, she wasn’t very tall, but she was lean and strong, and she enjoyed that about her own body.
She sat cross-legged on her bed again and, shivering a little with nerves, began to touch her breasts.
Carefully, she cupped them and then stroked the nipples, shutting her eyes and pretending that it was a handsome man with his hands on her, teasing her own nipples to hard little nubs and gasping at the pleasure it brought her.
She pinched them a little, she'd read that that was fun, and winced at the pain... but she felt a tingling between her legs as her body responded to the touch.
One of her hands wandered south and began to tease her neatly-trimmed blonde pubic bush. She knew that shaving was something that only sluts did, but she didn't see the harm in a little maintenance, she liked the way it looked, and it made her feel racy and bold.
For almost the first time in her life, Tina's finger slowly parted the folds of skin between her legs and she slid a finger from the crest down to her moistening entrance.
She shivered as she felt the soft brush over the hard little button at above her entrance. She didn't know quite what it was, but she had rubbed it through her clothing before and it had brought her incredible pleasure.
Ashamed and excited by her own daring, she spread her legs and lay back on the pillows, running her finger in little paths and circles, up her thighs and back down to the little button of pleasure, down to her entrance to feel how wet she was getting without sneaking inside, trailing her fingers this way and that.
Of course, she could go straight to that little spot and rub it until she felt happy and sleepy, she knew that, but she'd heard whispers for so long that it felt good to have things inside your little pussy, she wanted to find out for herself.
She'd never seen a man's penis before, but she knew from jokes and the crude drawings in the bathrooms she cleaned that they were hard and thick, and the handles of her toothbrush and hairbrush were probably her best bet.
'Am I really about to do this?' she thought to herself.
Her hands shook a little as she picked up the toothbrush. She carefully put the base of the handle at her entrance and started to push it inside herself.
It didn't feel nice at all, she thought. It felt cold and alien and hard.
She persevered and tried to push it deeper inside her, but her body resisted it. She knew that she wanted it inside her, but her body seemed to be pushing it out as hard as she pushed it in.
She was so frustrated she was ready to cry, and she was still so desperate! She'd felt this way before and knew that she wanted to touch herself, wanted badly release from this awful pressure, but she also knew that there was nothing that was going to stop her from feeling something inside her pussy.
With a lot of effort, gritting her teeth, she got two or three inches of it inside her virgin passage. She decided that it had to be enough for now, and started working it in and out of her body. That felt a little nicer, but the edges of the square handle still felt hard and unpleasant against her tender flesh, and she winced and shut her eyes tightly.
The feeling was so distracting that she didn't hear the key turn in the lock.
Her eyes flew open and she saw Kenny stepping into the room. She was trapped and exposed and had no way to pretend that she was doing anything other than what she was doing - masturbating with a toothbrush!
As she struggled to cover herself, the part of the toothbrush sticking out of her body caught in the blanket and yanked it upwards inside her, and she cried out with pain.
She almost burst into tears, and she couldn't even look at the young man, although she'd heard the door shut.
“Woah, Tina, I’m sorry, my eyes are shut,” he said, “Can I talk to you a minute, though? This is obviously not a good time, but it’ll just take a second.”
Kenny kept his hands up and his face turned away, speaking into her closet, not looking at her.
She was used to obeying men, and he had a strong masculine voice, low and soothing. She held still and clutched the blanket over herself.
“Yes?” she asked.
“I’m sorry to barge in, but Stew sent me up - the boss man is making a deal in a few minutes and you’re new here, you should stay locked in your room and not make a peep,” he said.
She nodded.
“What about Laura?” she asked.
“They’ll be out of here long before she gets off the bus, honey, don’t worry about it,” he said, “I’ll come get you in an hour or two.”
He coughed.
“I’ll knock first,” he added.
She laughed, although it came out more like a choke.
“Don’t worry, I won’t be doing anything like this,” she said
, “I probably won’t be doing anything like this ever again, I don’t know what I was thinking.”
"Shit, uh, don’t say something like that. It’s not wrong. It's natural, normal, all that shit, to want to, uh, explore your body," the young man said, shifting from foot to foot and running a hand through his hair, "I've done it myself, plenty of times. Didn’t it feel good?"