Chapter 5

I got up with Ryan the next morning. We showered and dressed. He watched with an amused look on his face as I started putting a bra on but then remembered what I was told yesterday and put it back in the drawer. I put my blouse on and buttoned it up while looking at my reflection in the mirror. If I look close I can just make out the darker circles of my nipples through the light blouse. I hope my mother isn’t up. She’s worried enough about the job at the prison she thinks I’m going to this morning. I sighed in resignation and wearing only a blouse, skirt, panties and shoes I went down to the kitchen with Ryan. I’m fully dressed but for my bra and pantyhose but I certainly don’t feel fully dressed. The fact that I’m dressed the way I am on orders from a man who raped me yesterday has my belly tingling in anticipation.

We aren’t hungry so I just made a pot of coffee, poured us each a cup and we sat together sipping it in silence, both of us obviously thinking about the same thing. When it was time to leave I put our cups in the sink and we went out to Ryan’s car. As soon as we were out on the road and on the way to Flo’s Diner, Ryan quietly asked, “Are you nervous?”

I shrugged and replied, “A little ... well, maybe more than a little.”

But the truth is I’m way beyond nervous and the closer we get to the diner the more scared I’m becoming. That isn’t my only reaction, though. I’m willing to bet that if I pulled my skirt up and rubbed the crotch of my panties I’d find them damp. I’m too embarrassed to tell Ryan how I really feel, though. This shouldn’t be exciting me the way it is and I feel guilty that it is.

He apparently isn’t fooled. His hand reached over and came to rest above my knee. I held my breath as he slowly worked his way up until his fingers are resting against the crotch of my panties. He slid his fingers up and down a few times and chuckled quietly. Then he exclaimed, “Damn! I’d give anything if I could take the day off and spend it watching them fuck your hot ass!”

I know he didn’t mean that literally, or at least not the part about fucking my ass. But a cold chill ran down my spine because I’m all but certain one or more of those well hung men intends to do just that today. Tyrone made a point of letting me know he’s going to fuck my ass and he is most definitely not a gentle lover. I wish that weren’t on the schedule but even knowing it is I know I wouldn’t call this whole thing off if I could. The memories of everything I did yesterday still have the skin tingling all over my body. My nipples are hard and they’ve been that way for so long they hurt. I’d feel safer if I could exert a little more control over the things they do to me but I know the helplessness is a large part of the excitement I’m experiencing.

I reminded him that they’ll no doubt continue recording everything they do to me and then I said, “It’s probably a good thing you won’t be there. If they get a little rough you might try to intervene. There are four of them and only one of you. I can’t see that ending well.”

He sighed and said, “Yeah. I suppose you’re right. On the other hand, if I were there they might take it a little easier on you.”

I thought about the four men at the garage and responded, “I suspect just the opposite might be true. Two of those men remember you from serving time in the jail. I didn’t get the impression they have fond memories. They are more likely to make it harder on me if you’re there just to piss you off.”

He sighed and said, “Yeah. Your probably right.”

We turned off the main highway and crossed under it using the underpass located right at the exit. It wasn’t hard to find Flo’s Diner. It’s the only source of illumination at the next intersection. Ryan pulled into the small parking lot and parked near the door. We sat there in silence for a long moment, uncomfortably aware that we’re the only white people around and that I’m going to enter the building in front of us to turn myself back over to a rapist for an entire day of sexual servitude and humiliation.

I glanced at the clock and exhaled loudly. I leaned over to kiss Ryan. He took me in his arms and we kissed. Then he held me tight and quietly said, “If we had a brain in our heads we wouldn’t do this.”

He’s right, of course. But they already have hours of incriminating recordings they have threatened to use against me and they have my car which I desperately need and cannot afford to get running again unless I pay with the only resource we have at the moment, my pussy. And though I hate to mention it to Ryan, we both know this terrible situation in which we find ourselves turns us both on.

Ryan and I kissed again and I promised to tell him everything that happens to me today after he picks me up tonight. I got out of the car and slowly walked toward the door of the old, rundown building housing Flo’s Diner. Ryan didn’t drive away until I stepped inside but if he remained parked there for any longer I might have turned around and run for the car. I watched him drive away through the glass door before turning to look for Otto.

Flo’s looks more like someone converted an old garage to a restaurant than anything else. As expected, I’m the only white person in the room. Except for the waitress I’m the only female in the room! Every head turned in my direction and the men all stared at me with expressions ranging from disapproval to something like I might expect to see on the faces of men in a strip club, ogling me despite my conservative clothing.

I didn’t see Otto at first, not until he raised his arm and waved me over. He’s sitting in the back corner booth with another man and they’re both leering at me. I knew before I took a step in his direction Otto has been telling his friend all about me and the things they did to me yesterday. A shiver of dread ran down my spine but I forced myself to cross the room on legs that feel like rubber. As I reached the table, Otto got to his feet and with a nod of his head indicated he wants me to climb into the booth between him and his friend.

Uncomfortably aware that everyone in the diner is watching every move I make, I sat down and slid over. Otto sat back down and slid over, forcing me to keep moving until my hips were almost touching both men. As soon as we were situated the stranger on my right exclaimed, “Not bad! I wouldn’t mind shagging a sweet young thing like this myself. Maybe I oughta drop by today and see if Ben is hiring.”

The waitress showed up then. I looked up into the face of absolute hatred. I know what she’s thinking. I may not be dressed like a streetwalker but the look on her face says she knows one when she sees one. Why else would a white woman come into her diner and take a seat between two black horn dogs?

After a long, very cold silence she snarled, “You want somethin’?”

“Just coffee, please,” I responded meekly.

She glared at me a moment longer and then whirled around and headed for the counter. As soon as she was facing the other way, Otto’s hand dropped to my knee and immediately began to slide up my thigh. His friend watched in amusement until Otto’s hand reached my pussy and then he said, “If the bitch was mine I’d have somethin’ to say about the length of that skirt.”

Otto chuckled and replied, “It don’t matter. Once we get to the shop she’ll be takin’ it off.”

Otto continued to rub his fat fingers over my pussy, not even stopping when the waitress returned with my coffee. She ignored Otto but paused to glare at me for a long moment before turning and stomping away. When she was once more behind the small lunch counter Otto grinned and said, “I don’t think she likes you, Kar. I wonder why.”

His friend chuckled and put his hand on my other leg. As his hand worked its way up my left thigh he said, “Car? What the hell you call her that for?!”

Otto shrugged and said, “I dunno, I think it’s short for somethin’.”

They didn’t ask me so I just sat there and tried to make believe there aren’t two large black hands on my upper thighs. I managed to ignore them long enough to put cream and sugar in my coffee and even took a couple of sips before Otto said, “I think you got too many buttons done up on your blouse.”

He turned to his friend and asked, “What do you think, Al?”

“You know, I think your right. In my considered opinion she’s got four or five too many buttoned.”

I expected one of them to start unbuttoning my blouse but I guess they don’t want to take their hands from under my skirt. Otto leered at me and said, “Start unbuttoning. I’ll let you know when to stop.”

I’m uncomfortably aware that every man in the place is still watching me. I don’t know if they can see under our table but at the very least they can see that both men have their hands on my legs. The waitress continued to glare at me from across the room, too, whenever she isn’t otherwise occupied. All that attention makes what I’m about to do all the more humiliating. But by now, Otto has worked two fingers under the leg opening of my panties and into my sopping wet pussy. It kind of pisses me off that this is turning me on but at least that makes what I’m about to do a little easier.

I take a deep breath, let it out slowly and then lift my shaking hands to the first buttoned button on my blouse. I unfasten it and then the next one down. I glance down to see how much flesh I’m revealing. Not too much, not yet. The next button is between my breasts. I glance around the room discretely. Everyone in the room is staring openly and it’s obvious what I’m doing.

I unfasten the button between my breasts and glance over at Otto. He grins and says, “Do one more and let’s see how it looks.”

I unbutton one more button and glance at him again. He doesn’t look satisfied but he says, “Spread your blouse open. I wanna see some tit showing.”

My cheeks are so red they almost hurt. What I’m doing would be humiliating if we were somewhere private. Doing it here in a public place with so many people watching is so much worse. I slowly spread my blouse open and lower my hands so Otto can decide if I’ve gone far enough. Without intending to I find myself staring across the small room into the disapproving eyes of the waitress and listening nervously as Otto says, “I don’t know, Al. What do you think?”

Al responds, “Not bad, Otto. But I wanna see some nipple. I think maybe one more button oughta do it.”

Without waiting for Otto to give the order I reach back up and unbutton another button. I lower my hands and wait anxiously for them to decide if I’ve gone far enough. Al reached over and slowly peeled the side of my blouse back exposing most of my left breast to everyone in the room.

Otto eased his fingers out of my pussy and peeled back the other side leaving me sitting in a diner as good as topless. He smirks at Al and says, “Flo don’t look none too happy but I think that looks just fine. Don’t you?”

As soon as Otto pulled his fingers from my pussy, Al worked two fat fingers under my panties and into my very wet pussy. Before answering Otto’s question he exclaimed, “Damn! This bitch is hot! A guy could drown in there!”

Then he looked down at my chest and replied, “Hell yeah! Now I can see them little nubbins.”

He looked across the room then and added, “I can’t believe Flo ain’t on her way over here with a butcher knife.”

Otto nodded and said, “Yeah. I guess I need to go over there and calm her down.”

He left me alone with Al and got to his feet. I felt a little more nervous when he left me alone with his friend. I shouldn’t have. Otto certainly isn’t protecting me from anything but Otto is the evil I know. I watched Otto cross the room and engage in a quiet conversation with Flo. I don’t know what he said but by the time he turned around and headed back across the room Flo’s attitude had changed. It’s obvious she still despises me but now it appears she has no further objections to the way the two men are treating me in her diner.

Otto returned to his seat and Al asked, “What did you say to her?”

“I told her that the bitch tried to screw Ben out of a couple thousand dollars and we decided to punish her. For some reason Flo thinks that’s kind of amusing. She was upset when she thought we had a hooker in here but when she found out the broad is just a dumb housewife being taught a lesson she thinks that’s kinda amusing! Go figure!”

I spent the next half hour or so sitting there in that little diner with my breasts exposed and two old black men openly taking turns exploring my sopping wet pussy with their fat fingers. For obvious reasons I’m anxious to leave but I feel guilty about that because I know I shouldn’t be looking forward to another long day of rape and sexual abuse as much as I am ... and at the moment I most definitely am! I can’t help it, though. For nearly an hour I’ve been publicly exposed and groped intimately by two men. It has been extremely embarrassing and as a result, right now I’m more than ready for someone to rape me. What the hell, it’s gonna happen. I knew it was going to happen. That was the only thought in my head when I got up this morning. I might as well enjoy it, right?

At last it was time. Otto got up, told Al he’d see him tomorrow and ordered me to my feet. I followed him up to the counter and stood there while Flo sneered at me and Otto paid for his breakfast and my coffee. Otto smiled at Flo and said goodbye. I followed him out to his old pickup truck with my uncovered and unrestrained breasts swaying in the breeze.

I breathed a sigh of relief to be out of the diner. The sun is up now but there’s no one around to witness my exposed breasts. Sitting around in the diner with my tits out and two men groping my pussy while I sat there helpless to prevent it. I felt a lot like I imagine a stripper must feel on her very first night performing at a strip club but my body feels like it’s humming because I know the humiliating things those two men just did to me in there are just a mild warm up to the day ahead.

I sat in silence as Otto drove back under the overpass and drove the two or three blocks to the garage. He pulled over and parked against the curb near the entrance to the alley leading down to the garage. I thought nothing of it until he unfastened his pants and slid them down far enough to expose his cock. Without a word he reached over and pulled my face down into his lap. He moaned as I started sucking and then, reaching under me to roughly grope one of my boobs, he said, “That was pretty fuckin’ hot showin’ your tits to everyone in the diner this morning. Every guy in there wanted a piece of your sweet ass.”

I can’t talk. My mouth is full. But there really isn’t much I can say in response to that anyway. He’s right. It was humiliating but I can’t deny I was turned on, too. I wonder for a moment if I might actually enjoy being a stripper. I need a job and I hear they make pretty good money.

Otto let me work at my own pace but I’m in a hurry to get this over with. On top of all my other problems I don’t want to get arrested for public indecency, assuming that’s even possible in this part of town. I haven’t spent a lot of time around here but I have yet to see a cop anywhere around here.

My hand and mouth worked in unison to bring him off as quickly as possible. It must have been about ten minutes before he finally tensed up and filled my mouth with what I know is just the first of many loads of hot, slimy semen which will be deposited on or in me this morning.

I sat up and swallowed while Otto put his clothing back in order. Then, without a word, he pulled away from the curb and turned down the alley to the garage. I noticed the boys aren’t gathered around the end of the alley the way they were yesterday. I suppose it’s too early for them to be up. They had a hard day molesting me yesterday but I don’t doubt they’ll soon be gathering again for another day of it.

Otto parked off to the side of the alley not far from his tow truck and we waited for the others to show up. We didn’t have to wait long. Ben drove up a few minutes after we did and Curtis and Tyrone arrived while he was unlocking the people size door off to the side of the three large bay doors. He went inside and opened the first of the large bay doors, turned on the lights and went into his office without a word to anyone. Otto and I got out of his truck and we followed Curtis and Tyrone into Ben’s office.

Ben ordered me to strip before I was even all the way in the room. Then he noticed my exposure and smiled at Otto. He quietly muttered, “That must have been some breakfast.”

Otto chuckled and replied, “Yeah. I had to sooth Flo’s feathers but once I explained that the bitch ain’t a hooker, just a dumb housewife who’s being punished for tryin’ to screw you out of a couple thousand bucks she didn’t have a problem with it.”