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 her bra off, 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!"

Mom cajoled me, "Come on, Katie! You gave your boobs 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, "Tits! Tits! Tits!" The others joined in, clapping as they chanted, "Tits! Tits! Tits!"

I felt blood rushing to my cheeks and 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 bartender asked, "What are you hungry for, ladies?" He 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 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 an older guy with a beard fondled her bare breasts! Instead of stopping them, the cop squeezed her butt through her pants!

The crowd of horny men staring at my body emboldened me. I summoned my courage and asked the bartender, "Chicken sandwich and white wine, please." I was a little surprised Mom didn't complain. I asked her, "It's okay if I drink?"

"Here, they don't care if you're 21. And 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 bare chest. Mom dressed and 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." He licked his lips in anticipation.

"Um... I ah..." I was thirsty and craving wine, and it would ease my terrible hangover. I figured just letting them see me wouldn't really 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 look." Several others joined in. "I bet it's beautiful. Show us your pretty kitty." "Don't be scared. We'll like you even more." A particularly drunk one asked, "Lemme see yer snatch!"

I had let four or five guys 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 withdrawal. 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 the fourth? Anyway, at least half the men had tasted my vagina by then. They didn't make me cum, but it felt pretty good.

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 suck 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 finish a mug before I can drink a shot, we'll give you fifty 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, "Fifdy 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 a few hairs in my mouth. I pulled them out and was disgusted they were curly PUBIC hairs!

I was totally disoriented, with no idea where I was and very foggy memories of the night before. I worried that maybe somebody 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. I was stunned by the results. The water in the toilet was yellow as expected, but instead of turds, a fully intact HOT DOG floated in it! Somebody must have shoved a WIENER up my ass! At least there wasn't any pain when it came out.

My face itched, and looking in the mirror horrified me! 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 felt like vomiting! 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 or socks. My backpack and suitcase were gone! No purse or cell phone!

I couldn't leave the room NAKED!

There was a large mark on the nightstand where a phone had been, but only a cord leading to a wall jack remained. I tried to turn on the TV, but it didn't work. I felt a strong craving and didn't have any cigarettes, either. 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 talk to me.

What the HELL was I going to do?

Maybe even more disturbing, I remembered the blowjob bet, but 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. "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 guy around fifty, with a short gray beard. I vaguely remembered him from the bar the previous day. He was the one 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 run around naked!"

He held my underwear to his nose and sniffed loudly. "Your panties smell great. You can have 'em, if you kiss me and let me play with those beautiful tits."

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