Chapter 2: Building Tension
The neon lights flickered as I pushed open the heavy door to Uncle's Tavern, the familiar smell of stale beer and cigarettes greeting me like an old friend. The jukebox was blaring out a classic rock tune, the lyrics about a girl named Linda lounging on a riverbed, a stark contrast to the reality of the patrons who were more likely to be found passed out in their own vomit than on a riverbed.
I could feel the weight of Lisa's gaze on me as I made my way behind the bar, her eyes narrowing as she took in my outfit. It was bad enough to be ogled and fondled but for sure, the black stockings would invite groping and soliciting for sex, I was dressed as a common street walker. My Uncle maybe the owner but his girlfriend was the Manager and it was her way or the highway... Luckily, I could change quickly into something more appropriate for my date with Sam.
The shift was everything that I had predicted and more, I spent more time swatting away grabby hands than ever before and for future note, the highest off for fucking me is only was only fifty bucks. As instructed, I smiled and bared it.
With minutes left in my shit, I learned the horrible lesson that it isn't always a good thing to be dependable and reliable, my Manager took me out of the loud bar to let me know that my replacement called in sick, I had to work a double shift.
Sam replied with those sad puppy dog eyes, and told me he would wait, so we could get a late night bite.
'Once more unto the breach' I told myself and changed into a shirt no reeking of spilled booze, it was so transparent, I could have just worked topless and no one would have noticed.
I was just about to head back out when I heard the unmistakable click of a Polaroid camera. I turned around to see Carl, the bar manager's brother, holding up the instant photo, a lecherous grin on his face.
"Carl, what the hell?" I exclaimed, my cheeks flushing with anger and embarrassment.
Carl just chuckled, holding up the photo for me to see. It was a close-up shot of my tits, nipples clearly in view, the flash making my skin look ghostly pale. "Just a little souvenir, Alice. You know, for old times' sake."
I snatched the photo out of his hand, crumpling it and putting in my pocket for shredding later.
"Carl, this is inappropriate. I'm not some piece of meat for you to ogle and photograph." I said, my voice shaking with anger.
Carl just shrugged, his lecherous grin never fading. You're a big girl. You know how this world works. You've got the looks, you might as well use them." He reached out, his hand landing on my waist, giving it a squeeze.
I recoiled, slapping his hand away. "Don't touch me, Carl. I mean it." I said, my voice low and dangerous.
Carl just laughed, a harsh sound that grated on my nerves.
"You could make a lot of money with that body of yours, or give it way for a fleeting love." Carl snarled and checked the camera counter.
You're not worth my time or film. You're just a stuck-up little bitch who thinks she's too good for this place." He turned and walked away, leaving me seething with anger.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself before I went back out to the bar. I couldn't let Carl or anyone else see that they had gotten to me. I was stronger than that.
The night showed no signs of letting up, to add to the stress, a bachelor arrived, so many shots to serve, but it was a hundred dollar tip to let the groom lick a shot off my tits. I was half drunk from that party before last call was called and it was the beginning of closing time.
As I stepped back behind the bar, I saw Sam sitting at the counter, nursing a beer. He looked up as I approached, his eyes softening as he took in my disheveled appearance.
"Hey," he said, his voice gentle.
"You okay?"
I forced a smile, trying to hide the turmoil inside me. "Yeah, just a long night. You ready to go?" I asked, my voice steady despite the emotions swirling within me.
Sam nodded, finishing his beer and setting the glass down on the counter. "Let's go. I'll drive."
As we walked out of the tavern, I could feel the weight of Lisa's gaze on me. She was standing by the door, her arms crossed over her chest, a smirk on her face. I ignored her, focusing on the task at hand.
Sam led me to his car, a beat-up old Ford that was in desperate need of a wash.
He opened the passenger door for me, a small smile playing on his lips. "Ladies first," he said, his voice gentle. "You're a gentleman, Sam. I like it," I said, sliding into the seat.
Sam's face turned to shock, I turned behind me to see what the clicking noises was and saw what Sam was concerned about. All I saw was a big red purse hurdling toward my face and losing my balance from it's impact.
"YOU FUCKING BITCH!" Lisa was screaming at me after her ninja attack got in her hit. "That cock is mine, you are not poisoning him into ever rejecting me again, I am ten thousand times a better lay that you ever can dream of being!" Lisa screamed, her face contorted with rage as she lunged at me again. Sam, caught off guard by the sudden attack, stumbled back, trying to regain his footing. He quickly recovered and stepped between us, his hands raised in a placating gesture.
"Lisa, calm down," he said, his voice steady and firm. "Alice didn't do anything to you. You're just overreacting."
Lisa scoffed, her eyes narrowing as she glared at Sam. "You're just like the rest of them, aren't you? You think you can just waltz in here and take what you want? Well, I won't have it, Sam.
You're mine, and I won't let some slut like Alice come between us." Lisa's voice was shrill, her face contorted with rage. She lunged at me again, but Sam was quicker this time. He caught her by the wrists, holding her back.
"Lisa, stop it," he said, his voice firm. "You're making a scene. This isn't the way to handle things."
Lisa struggled against his grip, her eyes wild. "Let go of me, Sam! I won't let her take you away from me!"
Sam's grip tightened, his expression stern. "I'm not going anywhere, Lisa.
I felt the hard kick from Lisa's stiletto shoe, I didn't want to wait for a second, her calf felt half the power my fist could make and she tumbled onto the ground beside me. I leaped on top and proceed to unleash a month of frustration and anguish that she inflicted on me. All she could do was cling onto my shirt to keep me from taking a bigger swing.
With less than a dozen punches, Sam pulled me off, Lisa laid crying, my shirt in her hands and flashes of, lightning?
No, it was Carl's Polaroid camera going off again. I turned to see him snickering, taking another photo.
"Carl, stop it!" Sam barked, his voice thunderous. "This is not funny, man. This is fucked up."
Carl just shrugged, a lecherous grin still on his face. "Just capturing the moment, Sam.
I snatched the photos from Carl's hand, crumpling them and throwing them on the ground. "I said enough, Carl. I'm not some toy for you to play with."
Sam turned to me, his expression softening. "Are you okay, Alice?
That was not the reaction I wanted from Sam, in high platform heels, I gave chase to Carl as he giggled into a nearby alley.
I caught up to him, grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall. "Listen here, you little worm. I am not a piece of meat for you to ogle and photograph. I am a human being with feelings and dignity. You will respect that, or so help me, I will make your life a living hell." I growled, my face inches from his.
Carl's lecherous grin faded, replaced by a look of fear. "Alice, I'm sorry. I didn't mean any harm. I was just having a bit of fun." He stammered, trying to wriggle out of my grip.
"I don't know why are you so upset?" Carl grinned, "I have dozens of pictures of you, you really should close your curtains when you masturbate Climbing to the second floor is too easy.
Carl looked at Sam as he finally caught up.
"From the stories that Lisa bragged about, Sam wouldn't mind watching you give me a blowjob, she fucked a lot guys while he watched. Do it, and I'll give you all the dirty filthy pornographic Polaroids I took of you. " Carl sneered, trying to regain some of his lost power. "You know, I have a whole album of you, Alice. You should see yourself, all spread out and moaning. It's quite the sight."
I felt a surge of anger and disgust. I couldn't believe that Carl had been taking pictures of me without my consent, invading my privacy in the most degrading way possible. I tightened my grip on his collar, my knuckles turning white.
"Let go of me, you crazy bitch!" Carl shouted, struggling to free himself.
I leaned in closer, my voice a low growl. "You're going to give me every single one of those pictures, Carl. You will save yourself a daily beating, but something tells me you might get off on a girl beating you up!"
His grin grew wider, threats of violence weren't working and he looked down to show me his "resolve".
I could see the bulge in his pants and I knew he was getting off on this, the power he had over me. I was disgusted, but also strangely aroused. I could feel the heat between my legs, my body responding to his dominance. I was disgusted with myself for feeling this way, but I couldn't help it. I was a mess of conflicting emotions, and Carl was loving every second of it.
"Go ahead, Alice," he taunted, "You know you want to. You know you can't resist me."
I hesitated, my body trembling with a mix of fear and desire. I could feel Sam's eyes on me, his expression unreadable. I didn't know what to do.
I expected a voice of compromised from Sam but instead, he passed me a flask of whisky from his back pocket.
"Wash his dick and gargle after you are done, I don't want to watch, but do what you have to do, I'll be okay with it, we're not officially a couple yet so. Yeah." and Sam walked quietly back to his truck.
I stood there, staring at the ground, feeling a mix of shame and anger. I couldn't believe I had let Carl get to me like that. I was better than this. I was stronger than this.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. Carl pushed down on my shoulders and I got down on my knees, he unzipped his pants and popped out a average looking dick, nothing spectacular.
"Save the whisky, my cock is clean, I was prepared to follow you and see how far you would have gone with Sam." Carl said.
I looked up at him, my eyes filled with tears. "Just, just give me a bit to get into the rhythm,"
I usually enjoy giving blowjobs but this was the first time that I wasn't giving open and happy consent.
"Whatever." Carl sighed, obviously my lack of enthusiasm made his dick a little less than hard, "Here, I'll keep my hands behind me until I am ready to cum."
Wow, I thought, what a gentlemen.
I could feel the tension in my body slowly ebbing away as I took in the sight of Carl, hands behind his back, his eyes closed in concentration. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. This was going to be over soon, and then I could go back to my life, back to Sam.
I reached out, my hand wrapping around the base of Carl's cock. It was warm and soft, the skin smooth and unblemished. I could feel his heartbeat pulsing beneath my fingertips, and I knew that he was just as nervous as I was. I began to stroke him slowly, my hand moving up and down his length.