The Sports Bar Waitress' Nightmare

[Vile8r]

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The author does not condone real rape or sexual assault. This story is completely fictional and any similarities to real characters or situations is purely coincidental.

Tags: non-con, gangrape, oral, anal, violence, some gunplay. [/b

The Sports Bar Waitress' Nightmare

An original story by Vile8r

I'm going down memory lane with this one. Call it Vile8r: Origins if you like. LOL! This is the VERY FIRST story I ever posted on the web. The one that started it all! I decided I should share it with my friends here on the forum. My thanks to @Claire for being able to retrieve this story for me from the old RU archives.

CHAPTER 1:

It was a Friday night at Lucky Lou's Sports Bar & Grill. Blair was being run off her feet with orders. Beer, highballs, burgers, chicken wings, nachos, dry ribs, all the usual sports bar fare. Blair wasn't crazy about working there, but she didn't really have a choice. Her parents had worked hard and saved up for years so that she and her two sisters would be able to someday attend college. Then in 2008, came the big meltdown in the economy.


Her dad didn't lose his job, at least, like a lot of others. He'd had enough seniority to prevent that. However, in order to keep his job, he did have to take a pay cut. The worst thing, though, was that a lot of his investments, including the college fund, took a beating. Fortunately, Blair was able get a couple small scholarships which helped with tuition costs. But it became quite apparent, to both her and her parents, that she would have to get a part-time job to get by.


It was something she hadn't relished. She knew college was difficult, as it was, and now she also had to juggle the responsibilities and obligations of a job along with her studies. It was something her parents had not wanted her to have to do, but there was no alternative. The only other choice was for her to take out a student loan, which she didn't want to do, or just not go to college at all. Her parents, however, had been adamant that she would attend college.


She'd had a very blue-collar upbringing. Her mother had worked for years at a number of menial jobs and her dad had spent his whole working life at an automobile plant. When she was a little girl, her father had said to her, " Blair, you are not going to slave away like your mother and I have had to. Come hell or high water, I'm gonna make damn sure you get a college education so you can make something of yourself!" Those words had stayed with Blair and she wanted nothing more in the world than to someday graduate with a college degree and make her parents proud.


So she had went looking for a job. One of her friends recommended she apply at Lucky Lou's. The pay wasn't great, but on a good night she could double or even triple her regular pay with tips. It also helped she was a very attractive, young woman. Blair had to admit, she had been blessed with a great body. Blair was 19 years old, tall, about 5' 9", and weighed around 118 lb. Along with her long dark hair, big brown eyes, and her 34D-25-35 measurements, she also had long athletic legs toned from years of playing volleyball, basketball and soccer. She was definitely a hottie!

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The proprietor of Lucky Lou's was a fellow by the name of, you guessed it, Lou. He was an ex-NFL football player who had had to retire because of injuries. He took some of his football earnings and sunk them into a sports bar, which had turned into quite a successful enterprise for him. One of the mainstays of a successful sports bar, he believed, was hot waitresses.


"You don't see no ugly girls at Hooters, and you sure as hell ain't gonna see any here either," was something he always said. He had been impressed with her too and had hired Blair on the spot when she showed up for her interview, even though she told him she had no previous experience as a waitress. "Honey, with looks like yours, you could fuck up the President's order and he wouldn't care!" he had laughed.


Another way Lou pulled in the customers was the way he made his waitresses dress. They wore very skimpy, sexy referee outfits with little black skirts and tops with black and white vertical stripes. A low-cut neckline helped to show off some cleavage. To complete the outfit, they wore black and white striped knee socks with running shoes. Blair felt it was a bit demeaning, having to dress so "sluttily" as she put it, but again Lou had put things in perspective with one of his nuggets of wisdom.

"Well, you girls can wear gunny sacks if you want, but don't complain to me if you don't get no tips! Guys see a bit of leg, a bit of titty and their brains turn to mush. Skin makes the wallets open up!"

She didn't really consider herself that conservative, but Blair detested the concept of basically having to sell her body in order to get tips. Like it or love it, though, she had to admit, Lou's business philosophy worked. The tips did flow! Especially from the older men. Being just off-campus, Lucky Lou's was a popular hangout for the college kids, especially after football and basketball games.


But a big part of Lucky Lou's clientele were older businessmen and married guys out for a night with the boys or stopping after work. Yeah, mostly to check out the college girls, Blair would drily think to herself. Most of the girls who worked or hung out there were young enough to be their daughters. It sickened and repulsed her, the idea that she could be some 40 or 50-year-old guy's sexual fantasy.


But Lou did have one very important rule: HANDS OFF THE WAITRESSES! Any customer not obeying that rule, trying to cop a feel or getting a little too cozy, ended up outside in a hurry. Lou had zero tolerance for that kind of thing. He was like a father and he looked out for 'his girls', as he called them. He knew they were his bread and butter and nobody but nobody, abused his waitresses! Blair took comfort in that, knowing that if anyone ever did got too touchy, Lou or one of his bouncers would punt the guys' ass out the door.


No, it certainly wasn't Blair's idea of a great job. But she had to acknowledge that she did make good money at it and she needed every penny! Her parents weren't really impressed, either, that she had to work there, but her mother had been understanding. "You do what you have to, sweetie, to make ends meet," she had said to Blair. "Sometimes, we have to do things we're not completely proud of. Just hang in there. It'll all get better eventually."

Blair thought about that as she maneuvered across the floor with a tray of beer and chicken wings. "Here you go guys!" she said cheerily, as she set the tray down at a table where 5 young college boys were sitting. " Enjoy!"
One of the boys spoke up. "Yo, Blair! We'd enjoy it more if you were on that tray!"
" Yes, I'm sure you would, Corey" she replied with a sly grin.


" Hey, there's a big party over at the house tonight," yelled another of the guys over the booming music. " Come on over after you get off work!"

" Yeah! But don't change your clothes. You look way too damn good in that outfit!" interrupted the guy named Corey.

" Thanks. I'll think about it," she said. She looked at the one who had extended the invitation and blushed. His name was Brian and he was actually kinda cute, Blair thought to herself. He was in one of her classes and, to tell the truth, she had a bit of a crush on him.

As she turned she looked back over her shoulder at Corey. She stuck out her tongue and said playfully," And you, Corey Stewart, are a pig!"

"Oh man! You guys hear that? She's in love with me! Usually she just tells me to fuck off!" he hollered as he high-fived his buddies around the table.


Shaking her head and laughing, Blair turned around and walked away. She fumed as she headed back to the bar to pick up another order. That was the other thing she hated about this job. Usually, by the time she got off shift on a Friday or Saturday, she just felt like going back to the dorm and crashing. It really cramped on her social life. Especially when hot guys were inviting her to parties. But, maybe tonight she'd just say fuck it, and go! She needed a good party. Blow off a bit of steam!


She picked up another tray of orders and as she turned around, she saw a group of 3 men entering the bar. Older guys, she noticed, all dressed in business suits. The first one was big. Not muscular big, but fat big! Blair figured at least well over 250 lb. He was about the same height as her but with a big belly and a red, puffy face. He was balding and had a black, bushy mustache. He looked to be in his early 50s. His partners were similar in height to him. One had a full head of reddish hair and a boyish look. But not a good boyish look.

The kind of guy she figured who was in his 40s but still tried to act like he was 25, and didn't do a good job of it. The third guy looked a bit younger. She figured probably in his late 30s. He had a dark brown mullet and a goatee. He reminded her of Miley Cyrus' dad, Billy Ray Cyrus. Only about 50 lb. fatter. He too had a bit of a beer belly, although not as big as the leader's.
As soon as they entered the door, the oldest guy let out a whoop. Everybody in the bar could hear him.

"HOT Gawd damn, boys! You were right! I DO like the scenery in this place. Let's sit down and get us some whiskeys!"

Oh great! she thought. Loud, obnoxious perverts. Just what she needed on a busy Friday night. 'Oh please, oh please, oh please' she prayed. 'Don't sit in my section, PLEASE don't sit in my section!'

TO BE CONTINUED