A Bad Day_(1)

Lila was distracted, which is why she didn't see the guy in the Red

Sox hat stepping out into the street just as the light turned. The

guy yelled, she hit the brakes, and she didn't hit him. He gave her a

nasty stare as he crossed the street, but even that she didn't

notice. She'd just lost her job and she wasn't noticing much.

Two blocks later, she did notice a bar on the corner, and in an

impulsive moment she pulled into a spot in front. Fuck it. She was

unemployed now, and that means if you want a drink at 3:00 in the

afternoon, you can have one. And she needed a drink.

She didn't pay attention to the name of the bar: O'Malleys or

O'Sullivans or something. Just another dirty Irish dive bar like a

million others in Boston. There were only two customers in the bar

when she walked in, a couple of guys nursing beers at the far end of

the counter and watching the TV. The bartender was a big guy with a

bald head and a single patch of facial hair that reminded Lila of a

goat. The two guys looked up when she walked in and gazed at her for

a moment--she clearly didn't fit in--but then they returned to

watching the TV.

The bartender ambled over and Lila ordered a whiskey. She didn't feel

like messing around; a day like this called for a real drink. He

brought it over without saying anything and she sat for a minute

sipping, trying to understand what had happened with her job.

She was half-way through her drink when the door banged open behind

her. Turning to look, she recognized the guy she had almost hit

earlier, and he clearly recognized her.

"Well," he said, "if it isn't the bitch who doesn't look where she's

going."

At this the other two guys in the bar looked over, and raised a hand

to the guy. They must know him; maybe they're all regulars. Lila

wasn't in the mood for a conversation, but she wanted to defuse the

situation, so she said "Hey, I'm sorry about that. I'm having a bad

day and I wasn't paying enough attention. How about I buy you a

drink?"

"Hey, if you want to make it up to me, that's all right by me," the

guy in the baseball cap replied. "But I can think of something better

than a drink." And he leered at her.

Suddenly Lila realized how dirty the bar was. She was also suddenly

aware of her clothes in a way she hadn't been before: she was still in

her work clothes, a pencil skirt and a button-down top with a blazer.

She glanced at the other two customers to see if they'd react to what

he'd said, but they sat there calmly.

"Heh, right. No, seriously, let me get you a drink. What do you

drink?" She tried to hide the fear in her voice.

"Bitch, I'm completely serious," he said, and he reached behind him

and locked the door.

Lila was instantly terrified, and she got up out of her seat to run to

the door. But at the same time the two guys from the back rose from

their seats and moved towards her, and one of them grabbed her

shoulder and flipped her around. "You heard what he said," the man

growled. "Why don't you be a good girl and make it up to him."

Before she could scream, the man picked her up and sat her on the bar

and the bartender, who had come up behind her, held her arms. "C'mon,

lady, you said you had a bad day! Let's have some fun." The

bartender started to shove the rag he'd been wiping the bar with in

her mouth, but the Red Sox guy stopped him. "No, man, she's gonna

need her mouth. Besides, you know no one can hear us in here."

The bartender pulled her back so she was laying across the bar, with

her legs dangling off the edge, and Red Sox positioned himself between

her legs and started pushing up her black skirt. She tried to fight

but the two other men were each holding a leg down and she had no

leverage. She screamed and the bartender slapped her, hard, across

the face. "Shut it, cunt," he snapped. "No one can hear you but us."

One of the guys holding her legs started pawing at her blouse. He got

impatient with the buttons and pulled it, and it ripped, exposing her

cream lacy bra. He shoved his hand under her bra and started groping

her breast. "Can't you get this thing off?" he said to the bartender,

and tying her arms together with the rag, the bartender walked off to

a back room and came back with a knife. He slid the knife under the

front of her bra, and Lila felt the cold steel against her skin as he

sliced off her bra. At the same time Red Sox had successfully pulled

off her skirt, and he had his hand over her pussy. She felt his large

palm cupping her, and his thumb pushing at her through her panties.

"Please, no!" she gasped, but all she got was smacked again.

She heard Red Sox unzip his jeans and terrified, she felt the tip of

his penis pressing against her thigh. He kept groping with his hand,

and he shoved her panties to the side and ran a finger along her. "Do

you think she tastes as good as she looks?" he joking asked his

friends, and before she knew it he had kneeled down and run his tongue

up her slit.

"C'mon, man, fuck the bitch already! I'm about to come in my pants,"

said one of the guys holding her legs apart.

"Don't be in such a rush," Red Sox said. "We've got all day.

Besides, I want her good and wet."

She tried to struggle, but it only seemed to push her pussy up into

him. His tongue plunged into her and she gasped. She was more

scared than she'd ever been, but at the same time his tongue felt

good. He licked up and down and even sucked on her clit for a minute

before deciding that was enough. He rose back up and positioned his

cock at her opening. "Hold her good," he said, and then pushed

himself into her.

She felt him push all the way in--he must have been huge. She

realized she wasn't screaming because she was holding her breath. The

guy to her right seemed to be unable to control himself any more, and

as his friend fucked her he unzipped his fly and started jerking

himself off while he grabbed her breasts. She was pinned down as Red

Sox fucked her, plowing into her over and over. She couldn't seem to

stop the pain, and at the same time a seed of pleasure was building.

Finally he started to speed up and she knew he was about to come

inside her. "Uuuggggnnh!" he said, and she felt his cock contract

inside her and spill out spurt after spurt of come.

The guy who was jerking off started to come too, and he aimed his cock

right at her breasts so that the come spilled over them, coating her

nipples and chest. As Red Sox pulled out, she allowed herself to hope

for a moment it was over, but the guy on her left said, "My turn."

With the help of his friends, he pulled her off the counter and pushed

her to her knees on the dirty barroom floor. He unzipped his jeans

and pulled out a huge, erect cock. He stood over her and she knew he

was going to force her to blow him. "Now I don't wanna hurt you more

than I have to," he said, "but if you bite me I'll kill you." He

moved forward so that his cock was right in front of her face, and

twitching his hips he hit her in the face with it, twice. "Let's see

if you suck as good as you fuck," he said, and pushed his cock towards

her mouth.

Lila has already lost all hope and just wanted it to be over. So she

opened her mouth and let him insert his cock. She thought he'd

face-fuck her and get it over with, but instead he growled, "Suck it!"

She started sucking and she could taste his sweat. Thinking it might

make it end faster, she started sucking hard and swirling her tongue

around. "That's right, bitch, damn, you're good at this, aren't you!"

he groaned. "You're a real cock-gobbler, aren't you! Suck me!"

Unbeknownst to Lila, the bartender had come around from behind the

bar, and now he grabbed her hips and pulled her up so she was on all

fours. Without any preamble he pulled out his dick and began to fuck

her. With her mouth full of cock, she couldn't even scream. The

whole time the guy was yelling at her: "You're just a dumb slut!

You're nothing but a come-bucket!" The cock in her mouth started

pushing farther, and she began to gag, but he just pushed in and

started face-fucking her. At the same time she could feel the

bartender pounding into her from behind. Suddenly the guy at her

front began to come. She tried to pull away but he grabbed her head

and pushed her all the way onto his cock, with his come streaming

down her throat. "Good girls swallow," he said with a chuckle.

The bartender behind her began to pound hard, and suddenly she felt

him come too. She couldn't pull away without shoving herself farther

onto the cock in her mouth, so she stayed still. Then,

simultaneously, they both pulled out of her, dropping her to the

ground.

"That'll teach you to think you're having a bad day," said Red Sox, as

he unlocked the door. They all walked out and left her on the floor.