Fix Her!

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When Mom pulled her shirt over her head and set it on the bar, three guys clapped and most stared at her chest. When she took off her bra, all of them clapped or cheered, even the cop and bartender. One loudly said, “Yeah! That’s our Sharing Sharon! Like the good old days!”

The bartender turned away a moment, then handed me a menu. The cuisine was monotonous and unimpressive; hot dog and fries, burger and fries, cheeseburger and fries, bacon cheeseburger and fries, chicken sandwich and fries, or just fries.

Mom cajoled me, “Come on, Katie! You gave your tits away free yesterday. Buy something with ‘em.” The idea of public nudity was scary, but also excited me a little. The guys joined in. “C’mon, girlie, show us what ya got.” “Take it off.” One of them repeated, “Boobs! Boobs! Boobs!” The others joined in, clapping as they chanted, “Boobs! Boobs! Boobs!”

I felt perspiration on my face as I complied, setting my shirt and bra on the bar. It was scary but also gave me a sense of power. Ten guys wanted to see my body! Most of them cheered or clapped, and it was obvious they wanted more!

The barkeep asked, “What are you hungry for, ladies?”

Mom ordered, “Cheeseburger and a diet coke to go.” A guy loudly asked, “Remember when we went skinny dipping, then triple-teamed ya? That was a great night!” He rested a hand on her belly and kissed her lips! She didn’t object, even when a tall older man fondled her bare breasts! Instead of stopping them, the cop squeezed her butt through her jeans!

The crowd of horny men staring at my body emboldened me. I summoned my courage and asked the bartender, “Chicken sandwich and fries, with white wine.” I hated beer.

I was a little surprised Mom didn’t complain. I asked her, “You don’t care if I drink?”

“Until your grandfather says you’re fixed, I don’t know you! Leave me alone!” She turned around and kissed another of the guys. For several minutes, I awkwardly looked around while the rest of them stared at my tits. Mom left when her burger was ready. The bartender passed me a plate of fries with a chicken sandwich but said, “Only beer and food are free, not wine. But if you show us the rest, I’ll make an exception.”

“Um… I ah…” I was thirsty and craving wine, and it would ease my terrible hangover. Just letting them see me wouldn’t hurt anything. “Ah, okay.” I unzipped, then briefly pulled down my jeans and panties. At least five guys got a peek at my pubic hair! I was terribly embarrassed, and blushed intensely.

The bartender complained, “Not for two seconds! Sit on the bar and eat naked, and you can drink all the wine you want.” He set a clean towel on the bar and patted it. Several other guys gave me intimidating looks, pressuring me to give in.

“Um… I guess…” I kicked off my shoes and stripped, then hopped up onto the towel. I carefully held my knees together, as I quickly drank a glass of wine to slake my thirst. A man coaxed me, “That’s it sweetums! Now spread your legs and give us a good look at your kitty.” Several others joined in. “I bet it’s beautiful. Show us your slit!” “Don’t be scared. We’ll like you even more.” A particularly drunk one asked, “Gimme a look at yer snatch!”

I had let three of my boyfriends give me oral sex before, and since just looking wouldn’t hurt… “Okay, but no touching!” I spread my legs and let them look, while I ate and had a second glass of wine. I asked the crowd, “Can I get a cigarette?”

A short blonde guy stared at my vulva and offered, “Sure, just let me taste you.”

It wouldn’t be much more embarrassing than what I’d already done. I needed to smoke SO BAD! “Um… I guess.” He passed me a cigarette and lit it, then licked my labia several times. I took a desperately big drag with his tongue in me. I thought about closing my legs or telling him to stop, but it felt kind of nice. In only moments, by the time I inhaled a third puff, the nicotine eased my headache and stopped the itchy ‘bugs crawling’ feel of serious withdrawl. I smoked, ate, and enjoyed an unskilled tongue-fucking; with the crowd watching. A few guys made calls on their cell phones. Several took pictures or recorded video.

Another guy offered me a cig if he could lick me, and I accepted. My mind was getting hazy by the time I finished my food and a third glass of wine. Or maybe it was the fourth? Anyway, at least half the men had tasted my vagina by then.

A guy suggested, “Make ya a bet? Twenty dollars if you can drink a shot faster than I can finish a mug of beer?” It seemed absurd! A shot was so much smaller! I asked, “I don’t have any money. What if I lose?”

“Then you give me a blowjob.”

“Uh, I dunno…”

“Other bar girls do it all the time. Only takes a few minutes.”

"Well, still…”

“Fifty bucks? You only need to do it if you lose.”

I was tipsy and totally broke. “Ah, okay.”

The bartender set a full mug of beer in front of him and a tiny shot glass of something clear on the bar near me. My opponent and I lightly held our drinks with the glasses still touching the bar. Another guy counted down, “Three… two… one… GO!” He slapped the bar.

I quickly chugged down the shot of something minty and extremely intense. It tasted like mouthwash, but even stronger! My mouth and throat burned, but I won before the guy could drink a third of his beer. I held my glass up and shouted, “YES! I win!”

He smiled and put a fifty on the bar, then offered, “Let’s go again.” I won the second bet easily and was even happier. I won twice more before the big bet of the night. I was so intoxicated that I had trouble sitting upright.

He suggested, “Let’s make the next one interesting. If you can drink a mug before I can drink a shot, we’ll give you fifty bucks each to suck us off, Eight hundred bucks! If you lose, you blow us for free.” He motioned around the room, pointing to fifteen or so men.

The small bit of brainpower I had left saw something wrong with that, but wasn’t sure what. I slurred out my counter-offer, “Fivdy eesh if I win, er twenny if I looshe.” He smiled and shook my hand. “Sure. It’s a bet.”

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The next thing I knew, I woke with a bad headache. My mouth and throat were terribly dry, and there were several hairs stuck in my teeth. PUBIC hairs! I was totally disoriented, with no idea what happened. I worried somebody might have raped me while I was passed out drunk. I looked and touched my vulva but didn’t detect anything wrong. I carefully inserted a finger and was very relieved I was still a virgin. I stumbled around searching for a bathroom and eventually found it.

I peed and felt a need to poop, so I did. The results left me in shock. The water in the toilet was yellow as expected, but instead of turds, a fully intact HOT DOG floated in it! Somebody must had shoved a WIENER up my BUTT!

My face was itchy and I was even more horrified when I looked in the mirror. My neck, chin, and both sides of my face were caked with dried SEMEN! There was even cum in my hair and a little on my chest!

I immediately took a very hot shower, washing my hair and scrubbing my face repeatedly. I toweled myself dry and realized I was naked in a cheap motel or hotel room. I searched but all my clothes and things were missing! No bra or panties! No shirt! No pants! Not even shoes! My backpack and suitcase were gone! No purse or cell phone!

I couldn’t leave the room NAKED!

I felt a craving and didn’t have any cigarettes, either. I tried to turn on the TV, but it didn’t work. There was a large mark on the nightstand where a phone had been long before, but only a cord leading to a wall jack remained. There was nothing in the room for entertainment or communication. I didn’t have my grandfather’s phone number or know anybody in town. Even if I could call her, there was no way Mom would answer me.

What the HELL was I going to do?

Maybe even more disturbing, I had no memory of over a dozen men FUCKING MY MOUTH!

I worried and cried quite a while.

Somebody knocked on the door. I shouted, “Just a second!” I partially covered myself with a towel, before I opened the door slightly and asked, “Who is it?”

A deep male voice said, “Check out in a half hour, unless you want to pay for another night.” He was a tall man around fifty, with a dark beard. He was at the bar the previous day, the guy who played with Mom's boobs.

More tears streaked down my face as I pleaded, “I don’t have any money, and all my things are gone. I don’t have any clothes! Can you please bring me something to wear? Please?”

He cruelly replied, “Your stuff is at the bar. Go get it. Hahaha!”

“But! But I can’t walk around naked!”

“Your panties smell great! You can have ‘em, if you kiss me and let me play with your tits.”

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