Closing Time: Rachel's Ordeal

[Vile8r]

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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.


Index:

• Chapter 1
• Chapter 2
• Chapter 3

Closing Time: Rachel's Ordeal
An original story by Vile8r

CHAPTER ONE:

Andy Rouse sat at his desk, his eyes fixed on the pretty blonde girl who sat across from him, her long blonde hair tumbling over slender shoulders, framing a heart-shaped face dominated by piercing blue eyes and full, plump lips. The kind of lips that would look good wrapped around a cock, Andy smirked to himself.
He felt a hard-on developing as he drank in the sight of her, admiring her pert, upturned breasts straining against a tight t-shirt, the nipples just barely visible.

Her tits weren't the biggest he'd ever seen, probably about a 32B cup, but they were perfectly in proportion to her petite frame. Most importantly, they were firm and perky, with a delicious jiggle that Andy could only imagine feeling under his greedy hands. She wore a pair of frayed denim cutoffs that exposed long, toned, sun-kissed legs, leading up to the mouth-watering curves of her ass. Overall, she had a very tight, fit body that could turn any man’s head.

Andy enjoyed the scenery for a few more seconds. What really had him excited, was that this young woman was looking for a job at his bar!
Andy was the owner and proprietor of The Snakepit, a bar in the small town of Rutler. It was close to the Rutler Truck Stop and Travel Inn, located on the outskirts of town near the interstate highway. It was a popular hangout for both the locals and the truckers passing through.
Most respectable young women stayed away from the place. Which made it all the more surprising to Andy that this girl was looking for a job there.

The girl in Andy’s office this day was Rachel Preston. Rachel would have preferred to be looking somewhere else for work, but she desperately needed a job. Not too long ago, she had been a happy-go-lucky college student, immersed in her studies at the state university. Then tragedy struck her peaceful life.

Rachel was born and raised in Rutler. For the past 20 years, her father was employed at an auto parts factory. It was the main employer of the small community, supplying jobs to close to half the families in town.
She had liked growing up in Rutler, but as soon as she finished high school, like many of her friends, she headed for the bright lights of the big city. She wanted to attend college and pursue a business degree. Her father agreed to help put her through school. He didn’t want her to waste her life staying in Rutler.
Then came the day Rachel’s father was in a bad accident at the plant, getting his arm caught in a large drill press and having it nearly severed. Although his arm was saved, he was told he would not be able to work for at least a year while he went through physiotherapy. He had long-term disability insurance through the company’s benefit plan, but it only amounted to about half of his normal monthly salary. The family’s finances were going to take a major hit.

One of the first things to fall on the chopping block was Rachel’s college education. She still had a year left to go to get her degree, but her dad told her he would not be able to afford another year of paying tuition. Rachel realized she was going to have to take a year off from school and get herself a job.
She tried working at a job in the city but realized she was never going to get ahead when most of her pay had to go towards rent and groceries.
The solution, she reluctantly realized, was to move back home to Rutler and live with her parents and siblings. She’d have to find a job there, but at least she would be able to put a larger chunk of her pay away in the bank and hopefully get enough saved up to head back to college in another year.

So now she found herself sitting in Andy Rouse’s office at The Snakepit, interviewing for a job as a bar waitress. Rachel had tried her hand at a couple of other jobs in Rutler, a cashier at Walmart, and waiting on tables at a greasy-spoon diner. But neither job paid very much.
Then one of the regulars at the diner suggested she apply for a job at The Snakepit. He told her the owner, Andy Rouse, was looking for a new waitress. The pay was better than what she could make at the diner and the tips were really good! She could easily make as much in one week there as she made at the diner in two weeks.

Andy cleared his throat and shifted in his chair. He pretended to be reading Rachel’s resume.

“So, I see you’re 21. That’s a good thing. Couldn’t hire you at all if you weren’t! Now I see you also have some waitressing experience.”

“Yes sir, I do. I have spent the last month working at Ned’s Diner and when I was in high school, I worked part-time at the Bluebird Café on Main Street.”

Rachel’s soft, feminine voice made Andy’s cock twitch a little harder.

“Well, working here is a little different than slinging hash at Ned’s, but at least you got a bit of experience,” said Andy. “A little is better than none.”

“Thank you, sir,” Rachel replied.

He cleared his throat again. “Now, I do have to explain a few things to you. As part of your job, I expect you to dress sort of like what you got on today. Short shorts and skirts, tops that show off a bit of cleavage, a bit of midriff, I think you get what I mean!”

Rachel nodded slowly. This was the part of the job she knew she was not going to like so much. She knew she had a nice body, although it was far from being perfect. Rachel had always been a bit self-conscious of her small-sized breasts.
Rachel had no problem showing off her body - when she wanted to! But to do it intentionally, so drunken men - many of them old enough to be her father - could ogle and gawk at her, well, it was just a tad unsettling to her. But she needed the money, and she knew that sometimes things had to be done that she may not completely like in order to make that money.

“So now, that ain’t gonna be a problem, right?” Andy asked.

“N-no, it won’t be a problem at all,” answered Rachel with a smile.

“Another thing,” Andy continued. “You don’t have a boyfriend, do you?”

Rachel shook her head. “No, I don’t. I have no time for guys right now.”

“Well, that’s good then,” replied Andy. “Because if you did, he wouldn’t be allowed in here when you’re working. I have a rule - no boyfriends or spouses on the premises! When you’re serving customers, I want you to make it appear like you’re available to every guy in the place. I want them to think that they can take you home if they want! Now, whether you do or not, that’s your business. Not my concern what you do on your own time, but I want those guys out there drinking and spending money, thinking they MAY have a chance with you! That’s the kind of shit that makes them spend more money! And makes tips for YOU!”

Andy glared at her across the desk.

“I mean, it’s your job to sell that booze behind the bar. And the way to do it is with a little flash of cleavage, show a little leg, give a little rub against someone when you’re setting drinks on the table, stuff like that. You understand?”

Rachel gave a little nod.

“So, you can see why I don’t want boyfriends around here! One thing I don’t need is some jealous prick getting all pissy and starting a fight because he sees some other guy flirting with you and thinking you’re gonna bang him! Ya got me? And that goes for family members too. You just tell ‘em to stay away when you’re working!”

Rachel was a little taken aback at Andy’s crudeness. He didn’t seem to care at all how he talked around her.

“Okay, um, sir, I un-understand!” she said. “That won’t be a problem.”

“Good,” he said.

“I gotta say though,” said Andy, his eyes roving across Rachel’s body.
“You are a looker! The guys are gonna like you. You think you can handle yourself in a place like The Snakepit?”

He gave a little chuckle. “A pretty girl like yourself, you’re gonna have a lot of guys hitting on you!”

He didn’t mention that he’d be one of them!

Rachel blushed a little bit. She wasn’t totally naïve and she had noticed him checking her out from the time she walked into his office. She had been expecting him to say something like that.

“I grew up with two older brothers and I took some self-defence classes in college,” she explained. “I think I can handle myself all right.”

“Okay, well there’s not usually too much to worry about here,” Andy said. “I keep a close eye on my waitresses and when we get really busy, there’s a couple of local guys I hire for bouncers.”

“So, do I get the job?” asked Rachel with a hopeful look.

Andy looked at her and smiled. He reached across the desk and shook her hand.

“Yeah, I think you’re an okay kid,” he said. “I know your old man and it was a pretty crappy thing what happened to him at the plant. If you need the job, I can help you out. We’ll start you out on the dayshift for a coupla weeks, see how you do, then put you on nights.”

“Okay,” said Rachel, standing up from the chair. “Thank you so much! I won’t disappoint you.”

“Be here tomorrow at noon sharp and we’ll get you started,” he said.

He escorted Rachel out of the office and back through the bar to the front entrance.

“See you tomorrow!” he said.

He watched as Rachel walked to her car, her tight, round ass wiggling sexily in her denim shorts. Andy walked back into the bar and sat down at a table where several of the local barflies were congregated.

“Wow, who was the little hottie you had in your office, Andy? You bangin’ that?” laughed one fellow by the name of Eddie.

Andy blushed a little.
“Shit, I only wish! Her name is Rachel Preston. She’s gonna be my new waitress. Starts tomorrow.”

“Hey, that’s one of Ralph Preston’s kids,” said another guy by the name of Bud. “Hell, I’ve known her since she was knee-high to a grasshopper. Always was kind of a cute little thing. I see she sure has grown up now though! What I wouldn‘t do to be about 25 years younger!”



“Hell yeah, that girl is damn hot!” said one more of the patrons at the table, a guy named Doug. “If I remember right, I think my boy tried to date her back in high school. He always said she was pretty sweet.”

One other fellow by the name of Graham, also spoke up.
“I used to live just a couple doors down from the Prestons. Yeah, I remember her growing up. Used to watch her and her hot little friends walk past my place all the time.”


“You gonna get any work done with her around?” joked Eddie to Andy.

“It’s gonna be tough, all right!” chuckled Andy. “I’m gonna have a hard time keeping you old perverts away from her.”

“Well, it’s about time you hired someone new,” said Bud. “It’ll be nice to have some new eye candy around here.”

“Yeah, we’ve gotten kinda tired of looking at Sarah’s old ass,” laughed Graham glancing over at the blonde-haired woman working behind the bar.

She had been listening to the men’s conversation with disgust. Sarah Bloom was 36 years old and had been working at The Snakepit for the past five years. She had been pretty in her younger years and was still a reasonably attractive woman. But raising three kids and living with an abusive husband were bound to take their toll eventually and it was beginning to show on Sarah.
Sarah had known Rachel since she was a young teen. She used to babysit for Sarah occasionally. It pained Sarah to see little Rachel come into the bar looking for a job. This was not a place for a young girl like her. Sarah hoped Andy hadn’t been too much of a pig during the interview. She knew how he could be.

“Graham Wilkins, you can just go fuck yourself!” she retorted.

“It’d be the first action he’s had in years!” Eddie guffawed.
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To Be Continued:

[Claire]

I really like how relatable Rachel's situation feels. That makes her immediately very likeable. Andy on the other hand is walking red flag in that job interview. I think I would have had Rachel react a little more to his inappropriate questions and demands, at least internally. But overall you managed to sell me on the idea that she would go for this job out of desperation. I also like that Andy doesn't immediately go into full on rapist mode but feels more like a sleazy older man here who has fallen out of touch with the times. I'm curious to see how this continues and what exactly will be the trigger that moves the needle from inappropriate to dangerous soon. I hope we don't have to wait too long for the second chapter!

[LaLia]

I really like the opening, too, and Claire has already mentioned a lot. You set up the scene well, but there could have been more from Rachel's side. Her thoughts and feelings in that moment clearly had room to play.

The setting offers many possibilities, and it certainly won't just be flirting. I'm excited to see what happens next.

[Vile8r]

Thank you Claire and LaLia for your feedback. I will just make note, that this story is a few years old, like close to 10! LOL. I have improved my writing style in that time since. So yeah, there is lots of room for improvement in this story. But I greatly appreciate your input, and it's stuff I take note of, and remember for future projects. There is a sequel in the works for this story and your suggestions and feedback will only help it be better.

And btw LaLia ... LOVE your avatar pic!

[LaLia]

Thank you Claire and LaLia for your feedback. I will just make note, that this story is a few years old, like close to 10! LOL. I have improved my writing style in that time since. So yeah, there is lots of room for improvement in this story. But I greatly appreciate your input, and it's stuff I take note of, and remember for future projects. There is a sequel in the works for this story and your suggestions and feedback will only help it be better.

And btw LaLia ... LOVE your avatar pic!

And I like your avatar picture.

I already mentioned that in your introduction post yesterday.

[Vile8r]

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Chapter 2 :

Two months later:

Rachel pulled up behind The Snakepit in the parking spots reserved for the staff. It was Friday night and Rachel was actually looking forward to her shift. Fridays and Saturdays were always good tip nights!
It had been about 6 weeks now since Andy put her on nights. She had spent her first couple of weeks working the dayshift. Rachel was a quick learner and it didn’t take long for Andy to see that she was going to be a good waitress, even better than some of the ones who had worked there for a while.

The customers really liked her and while the sexy flirting had been a little awkward for her at first, Rachel was finding she had a knack for it. It was kind of fun, actually! And it really helped bring in the tips! Of course, she usually had to turn down several propositions every night, from men hoping to take her home, but she was getting accustomed to that. It was all part of the job!

Rachel’s parents had not been happy about their daughter working at a place like The Snakepit. It had a reputation of being a vrough place at times, not to mention her father just didn’t want her working at a bar.
But Rachel explained that she was just a waitress. It was really no different than working in a diner. The customers were just a little drunker! She also explained about the money she could make, and then her parents grudgingly agreed.

And the money had been good! Already, Rachel had more money saved in the bank than she had with all her other jobs combined.

Rachel was in the back office of the bar, signing her time card, when Andy came walking up.

“Hey there kiddo, looking good for a Friday night!” he said.

And she did too! Rachel was wearing a pair of tight red shorts that helped show off her slender legs. She had on a matching red long-sleeved blouse. The top two buttons were undone, showing just a peek of her white lace bra. Rachel used a push-up bra to help give herself a little more cleavage. On her feet she wore a pair of black pumps with two-inch heels.

Yep, when DON'T you look good, girl? thought Andy.

“Hi Andy,” said Rachel. “Gonna be busy tonight?”

“Well, I sure as hell hope so,” he said. “It should be a good night. It was payday!”

“Oh, right on!” said Rachel excitedly. Paydays were always good.

“Um, speaking of paydays, can I talk to you for a minute, Andy?”

“Sure,” he said. “We’ll go in the office.”

They walked into his private office and he closed the door.

“What can I do for you, sweetie?”
“Well, it’s been two months now, that I’ve worked here,” Rachel explained. “When I started, you said if I did a good job, I’d get a raise after two months. You know I’ve been doing a good job, so I guess what I’m asking is, am I gonna get the raise?”

Andy let out a laugh.

“There’s not much gets past you, is there? Yeah, you’ve been doing a damn good job around here, Rachel! I’m thinking about it. But you know, there is a way you could help me make up my mind.”

“And that is……?” asked Rachel with a puzzled look.

Andy ran his tongue over his lips and rubbed his crotch as he sat on the edge of the desk.
“You show me some gratitude ...and I'll see what I can do!”

Rachel crossed her arms and looked at her boss with disgust.
“Really, Andy? Really? You expect me to give you a blowjob so I can get a raise? Sorry! Ain’t gonna happen and you know it!”

This was a little game that had begun to play out at least two or three times a week between her and Andy. The man really was a pig! She would want something and he would suggest she do him a favor - his 'subtle' way of saying he wanted a blowjob. He would do it with all the waitresses.
And they would all tell him to get bent!
When Rachel started at the bar, the waitresses all warned her about Andy and his lecherous ways. It was mostly all hot air and the girls told Rachel that Andy was really quite harmless. He talked a lot, but as far as they knew, he had never tried anything with any of them.

Still, they told her to be careful around him. She was young and pretty and who knew what went through his mind. Rachel followed the lead of the other girls and was just firm and no-nonsense with him. He would make his sexual innuendoes and crude remarks, and Rachel would just firmly tell him, “NO!”
He would laugh and walk away and that would be the end of it. Any other workplace, Rachel knew he’d have been out on his ass ages ago on sexual harassment charges. But the girls in the bar just shrugged it off. It was Andy’s bar and it was just the way he was!
Rachel did get a little creeped out at times, knowing he was always checking her out, but she figured it was no worse than the old perverts in the bar checking her out. That was even creepier, as she knew a lot of them were old friends of her dad’s and had known her as a young girl, watching her grow up.

Rachel turned to leave the office.

“Hey, where are you going?” chuckled Andy. “I’m waiting!”

Rachel flashed him a middle finger as she walked out the door.
“My shift starts in a few minutes, Andy, I’m going to work!”

Andy watched as she walked out the door.
Damn, that ass looks good tonight! Andy didn’t know what it was going to take, but ever since he had hired that girl, getting inside her panties had been one of his favorite fantasies. He had jerked off many times thinking about having that tight 21-year-old college girl body riding his hard cock.

Rachel saw two other girls behind the bar. It was Angie Somers and Brooke Hines, who would be working with Rachel that night. Angie was 28 years old. She had went to school with Rachel’s older sister Debra. She had been working at The Snakepit for about two years. She was a single mother with two small children.

Angie was a little taller than Rachel and had long dark hair. She was quite slim, some would say maybe a little on the “too thin” side, but still had lots of curves. Tonight she wore a short, black dress and knee-high boots.
Brooke was 30 and was a short curvy redhead, with huge tits. They were about a 36DD and made her quite popular with the men. Rachel and Brooke didn’t really get along that well. Rachel figured it was because Brooke, who had always sort of been a favorite with the customers, felt threatened by Rachel, with her youth and pretty looks.

“Hey, Rachel, how are you tonight?” asked Angie.

“Oh, not too bad,” Rachel smiled. “But I just went through the painful process of asking for a raise from Andy.”

Angie nodded knowingly. “Hmmm, yeah. I’ve been through that before. Let me guess. He asked for a-”

“-yeah, blowjob!” laughed Rachel, finishing Angie’s sentence. “Yeah, he did that, all right. And I gave him the usual reply. NO FUCKING WAY!”

Angie shook her head. “He’ll never give up, will he? Oh well, just keep bugging him. He wants to give you the raise, he just has to play his little game first.”

“I’ll take Section 1 tonight, if it’s okay ?” said Rachel.

The bar was split up into what the waitresses called Sections 1, 2, and 3. Each waitress would look after one section.

“You can have Section 1!” said Brooke. “I hate it!”

Most of the waitresses hated working in Section 1 when things were busy because Section 1 had the pool room. Andy didn’t have any pool tables right in the bar. They were situated in a separate room at the far end of the bar. It was a fairly big room, containing four pool tables.
The waitresses found it a real pain in the ass, because they couldn’t see what was going on in the room and never knew when people needed more drinks. They always had to remember to go in there to check up on the patrons and sometimes when it was really busy, they would forget.
Andy had often talked about knocking the wall out between the bar and the pool room and opening it up. But it was a load-bearing wall, and removing it would require extensive renovations. Renovations that would cost money and Andy didn’t like spending any more money than he had to, as his waitresses would certainly attest.

Rachel didn’t mind, though. The guys would often play pool for money and if there was a couple of guys on a winning streak, they’d always tip good

Rachel grabbed her tray and headed out on the floor. Section 1 was about three-quarters full and for the next hour it kept Rachel pretty busy, delivering drinks. Angie and Brooke were busy in their respective sections too and Andy was kept hopping behind the bar filling all the orders.

He had a big smile on his face. He always smiled when he knew he was making money.

Then they came walking in!

Rachel looked up as she was setting a glass of beer down on a table. A group of five men made quite a loud entrance as they came tromping into the bar.

They were a rough-looking bunch, to say the least. All of them burly and unshaven, a couple with shaggy-looking beards. Their faces and arms had deep brown tans and it was quite obvious they were men who spent a lot of time outside.

The men sat down at a table in Section 1. Rachel made her way over to them. Their eyes immediately lit up as they saw the pretty blonde approaching their table.

“Well, hol-eeee shit! They DO have some real women around this town!” said one of the guys. He wore a tattered baseball cap with a “CAT” emblem on it. He had a scruffy sandy-colored beard.

Rachel blushed as she walked up to the table. She couldn’t help but notice to herself that none of the men were really making eye contact with her. Their gazes were more concentrated below her waist. But by now she was used to that.

“How are you guys doing?” she asked. “My name’s Rachel and I’ll be your server tonight."

“We are just doing fine, Rachel! And might I say that is a very pretty name!” said another of the men, this one looking to be the youngest of the bunch. Rachel figured he couldn’t be more than a couple of years older than she was.

“Well, thanks. So where did you fellas come from?” Rachel asked them.

The first guy spoke up.

“We’re with Northwest Construction, working just outta town on building that new overpass on the interstate. We’ve been working like dogs the last couple of weeks to get ‘er finished, so tonight I decided to take a few of the boys out on the town. I hope yer fast on yer feet, honey. Cuz we’re gonna be doing a lot o’ drinking!”

Rachel gave a little giggle. “I will do my best to keep your drinks full. I hate to see thirsty men!”

The man with the sandy beard held out his hand.
“My name’s Carson. Carson Matlin! I’m one of the foremen on the job and this is my crew.”

Carson pointed to each guy around the table as he introduced them to Rachel.
“That’s Bruce, that’s Derwin, that fella there is Owen, and the young buck is Tad.”

“I’m pleased to meet you all,” said Rachel.

“We’re damned pleased to meet you too, Rachel,” replied Owen. “Working everyday, we don’t get to see too many pretty girls.”

Rachel took their drink orders and headed back to the bar. The men watched her sexy body move across the floor.

“Goddamn, boys! That is fucking hot!” exclaimed Bruce.

“I could most definitely tap that,” said Derwin, licking his lips.

“Well, your wife might not like it too much!” laughed Owen. “Not to mention she’s a bit young for you.”

“Who cares?” retorted Derwin. “It’s been three weeks since I had a piece of ass. I am ready to fuck just about anything. And since when did something like being “too young”, ever bother you, Owen?”

“It sucks we gotta be away from home for weeks at a time,” said Tad. “I haven’t seen my girlfriend in ages! That blondie is looking pretty damn good right about now!”

Carson just sat there and listened to his men talking. It was something he had noticed in working construction for nearly 15 years. After being out on a job for a long time, the usual topic of conversation always revolved around “sex”!
Usually bemoaning the lack of it!

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“So, who’s that bunch?” asked Andy as he pulled cold beers out of the cooler for Rachel’s order.
“They’re one of the crews out working on the new overpass,” explained Rachel.

“Construction workers, huh? Those bastards make good money…..and they like to drink! You make damn sure you look after them good tonight,” said Andy. “They’ll spend lots of money!”

Rachel delivered their drinks, a round of beers and a tray of whiskey shooters. She was rewarded with a $20 tip. She tucked the bill down inside her bra and smiled to herself. If this was the way these guys were going to tip, Rachel was going to have a VERY profitable night!

TO BE CONTINUED

[HistBuff]

The Snake Pit... This name rings a bell. I think I've read something about this on RU a couple of years back. As always, I find the more visual style that is typical of many male writers. I'm a bit like this too, and this is just a difference in style. I also enjoy reading authors who dwell in their characters' emotions, and you'll have female users who'll remind us guys to go a little bit more into the girl's feelings.

You do a great job at making the readers feel how America isn't always a bed of roses. And what an atmosphere! This bar is really a shit-hole. If there's one notch below "it sucks", this is it! Now let's see what happens with those gentlemen from construction...

[Nickamano]

Seriously enjoying this one so far. Like the characterisation and the varying ages of the characters. Interested to see how the NC action takes shape. I'll certainly be keeping my eyes open for updates.
Thank you for sharing.

Oh and this one runs the risk of making like the main character so much that I cringe a little when she gets throw in into the NC action. Its funny really, I've experience that a few times with rape stories. when the characters are written to be so likeable that when they are busy getting assaulted I find myself sympathising rather than enjoying that action... Hmmm... Feels like I'm kinda missing the point lol.

[Shocker]

I continue to enjoy this story, even knowing that I have read this before.

[Claire]

I might be a little late to the party, but I have to agree with the others. Another great setup chapter. I like how you are playing with our expectations here. Seeing this new group of men take the stage and knowing where this will likely go, it feels a bit like reading a whodunit. Will it be Andy, or this group of men, or all of them together? I hope the next part comes soon!

I've added the missing index to the beginning of the first chapter. I would appreciate if you could keep that up to date as you keep posting new chapters.