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The Sports Bar Waitress' Nightmare
An original story by Vile8r
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
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
The Sports Bar Waitress' Nightmare
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CHAPTER 2: A Proposition!
But her praying was all for naught, as she watched them weave their way through the bar and straight for an empty table, right in the middle of her section. " Fuck!" she muttered under her breath.
As she passed another one of the waitresses, a cute blonde by the name of Shantel, she leaned over towards her and whispered, " Loser alert at Table 5!"
Shantel glanced over her shoulder in the direction of Blair's section. She gave Blair a sorry smile.
" Yeah, I heard them come in. I don't like the looks of that big one. Don't mean to wish you bad luck, Blair, but I think you're gonna have your hands full with him. Take care."
Blair smiled back at her. " Thanks Shantel, you're a sweetie. I'll be all right. At least Table 5 is close to the bar. If I do have trouble, it won't take long for Lou to get there."
She delivered her order to Table 3 and then, taking a deep breath, made her way to Table 5. The men's eyes locked on her as she approached the table. She could feel their stares on her body. She gave as fake a smile as she could muster and said cheerily, " Hi boys! Welcome to Lucky Lou's! My name is Blair and I'll be your server tonight. Can I get you some drinks?"
The big guy immediately responded, as she fully expected he would.
" Gawd damn there, honey! I gotta call heaven and tell them to close that gate. They done let an angel get out!"
" Well thank you sir. That's so nice of you," she said with a sheepish smile, pretending to blush. " But is there anything I can get for you and your friends?"
" You bet, Blair!" he roared. " Bring us all a round of whiskeys and Coke. Make'em doubles! And I think we'll have some of them tasty lookin' chicken wings too. Two orders of'em. And make'em hot! Just like them legs of yours!"
" Okay," she replied. " Coming right up."
As she turned around and headed back to the bar to put in her order, she happened to glance over her shoulder. Yep, just what she figured. The big guy was leaning back in his chair, his gaze locked on her as she walked away. The other two were also staring at her like lovesick schoolboys. One leaned over to the other two and said something. She could only imagine what it was.
A few minutes later she was heading back to their table, carrying a tray of drinks. She set their drinks on the table and told them how much it was. The big fella handed her some money and told her to keep the change.
" Why thank you sir!" she said.
" No need to keep calling me sir!" the big guy scolded. " The name's Chester! Chester Collins! Owner and manager of CC Performance Auto Parts. You ever heard of me?"
Blair slowly shook her head. " No. I'm sorry, I haven't."
" Well, I'm not surprised," he chuckled. " I ain't from around here. Dallas, Texas is where I call home! My company supplies parts to NASCAR race teams. I'm sure you've heard of NASCAR?"
"Oh yes, I know about NASCAR. My dad watches it all the time," she said.
"Yep, them guys wouldn't run if it wasn't fer companies like mine. Did four million bucks in sales last year. And that was with this infernal recession!" Chester boasted.
"Wow, that's a lot of money. So, what brings you to our city ?" Blair asked. As much as she wanted to walk away, she knew, as part of her job, she had to make small talk with the customers and make them think she had some miniscule interest in their lives.
" Up here for a convention, sweetie," answered Chester. " And I happened to run into these fine boys." He gestured at the other two men at the table.
Blair looked over at them and smiled. The reddish haired guy looked like he was ready to cum in his pants when she did that.
Chester pointed at the red-haired guy and said," This fella here is Norm, he manages my store here in town. And that joker over there," he pointed at the guy with the mullet, "that's Lyle. He's Norm's assistant manager. Known these boys a long time. They said they was gonna take me out on the town, get me drunk and show me some hot women tonight. And all I can say is, after seeing you Blair, they done one hell of a fine job!"
"Thank you," Blair said. "And it's nice to meet you all. But I had better go check on your chicken wings and see if they're ready." She smiled again at Norm and Lyle.
As she went to turn away, Lyle spoke up.
"Hey Blair. I just wanted to say, there's some mighty sweet girls in this place, but you are definitely #1! Them legs of yours are MmmmMmmm delicious!"
" Yep, the only way them legs would look nicer is if they were wrapped around me!" quipped Norm.
All three of them burst out laughing. Chester slapped the table. " That was a good one, Norm!" he hollered.
Blair gave them a fake shocked look.
"Oh, you boys behave yourselves!" she chided them and headed back toward the bar.
She gave a little shudder. Fat chance that would ever happen, she thought. It would be a cold day in hell before I would ever have my legs wrapped around a loser like you, buddy!
Blair placed her order at the bar and picked up another for a different table. The rest of her section was full and for the next little while she was able to keep herself busy taking and delivering orders. Table 5's chicken wings were ready and she delivered them, uneventfully, along with another round of drinks. That was the routine for the next hour or so.
The guys at Table 5 were going through their drinks like there was no tomorrow and she was delivering fresh ones to them about every 15 minutes. But despite their earlier remarks, they hadn't said much to her since, except for their usual leering stares. Until about round # 7 or 8. Blair had made so many trips to their table she had lost count.
As she set the glasses of double whiskey and Coke on the table, Chester spoke up.
"So Blair sweetie!" he said softly as though he didn't want people at the other tables to hear. Not that they would anyways with the loud music blaring.
" Me and the boys were kinda wonderin'. A college girl like yourself probably has lots of expenses, don'tcha? I mean, why the hell else would ya be workin' in a place like this?"
Blair paused. She didn't usually discuss too much of her personal life with customers, but she figured this was a fairly harmless question.
" Yeah, every girl needs money," she replied. She tried to make a joke of it to humour them. " You know, keeping a body like mine looking good isn't cheap!"
"Well, exactly!" said Chester with a little chuckle. "That's what me and the boys were thinking too. And I know they probably don't pay ya squat in this place do they?"
Blair gave a little awkward smile and answered," No, could be better. But we do make really great tips!"
Chester then motioned to her to lean in closer to him so he could speak even quieter. Blair did so, making sure she could see his hands so she knew he wasn't planning to grab a feel, one of the things Lou had taught her when she started working there.
" Well, we got a little proposition for ya, honey, where you could make some good cash tonight. And I mean damn good cash! Enough that you wouldn't have to work at this place for the next two months!"
Blair wasn't sure what he was getting at, but a little alarm in her brain began to go off. She began feeling a bit uncomfortable as to the direction the conversation was heading. She glanced over at Norm and Lyle. Both of them were sitting there with stupid shit-eating grins on their faces.
But her praying was all for naught, as she watched them weave their way through the bar and straight for an empty table, right in the middle of her section. " Fuck!" she muttered under her breath.
As she passed another one of the waitresses, a cute blonde by the name of Shantel, she leaned over towards her and whispered, " Loser alert at Table 5!"
Shantel glanced over her shoulder in the direction of Blair's section. She gave Blair a sorry smile.
" Yeah, I heard them come in. I don't like the looks of that big one. Don't mean to wish you bad luck, Blair, but I think you're gonna have your hands full with him. Take care."
Blair smiled back at her. " Thanks Shantel, you're a sweetie. I'll be all right. At least Table 5 is close to the bar. If I do have trouble, it won't take long for Lou to get there."
She delivered her order to Table 3 and then, taking a deep breath, made her way to Table 5. The men's eyes locked on her as she approached the table. She could feel their stares on her body. She gave as fake a smile as she could muster and said cheerily, " Hi boys! Welcome to Lucky Lou's! My name is Blair and I'll be your server tonight. Can I get you some drinks?"
The big guy immediately responded, as she fully expected he would.
" Gawd damn there, honey! I gotta call heaven and tell them to close that gate. They done let an angel get out!"
" Well thank you sir. That's so nice of you," she said with a sheepish smile, pretending to blush. " But is there anything I can get for you and your friends?"
" You bet, Blair!" he roared. " Bring us all a round of whiskeys and Coke. Make'em doubles! And I think we'll have some of them tasty lookin' chicken wings too. Two orders of'em. And make'em hot! Just like them legs of yours!"
" Okay," she replied. " Coming right up."
As she turned around and headed back to the bar to put in her order, she happened to glance over her shoulder. Yep, just what she figured. The big guy was leaning back in his chair, his gaze locked on her as she walked away. The other two were also staring at her like lovesick schoolboys. One leaned over to the other two and said something. She could only imagine what it was.
A few minutes later she was heading back to their table, carrying a tray of drinks. She set their drinks on the table and told them how much it was. The big fella handed her some money and told her to keep the change.
" Why thank you sir!" she said.
" No need to keep calling me sir!" the big guy scolded. " The name's Chester! Chester Collins! Owner and manager of CC Performance Auto Parts. You ever heard of me?"
Blair slowly shook her head. " No. I'm sorry, I haven't."
" Well, I'm not surprised," he chuckled. " I ain't from around here. Dallas, Texas is where I call home! My company supplies parts to NASCAR race teams. I'm sure you've heard of NASCAR?"
"Oh yes, I know about NASCAR. My dad watches it all the time," she said.
"Yep, them guys wouldn't run if it wasn't fer companies like mine. Did four million bucks in sales last year. And that was with this infernal recession!" Chester boasted.
"Wow, that's a lot of money. So, what brings you to our city ?" Blair asked. As much as she wanted to walk away, she knew, as part of her job, she had to make small talk with the customers and make them think she had some miniscule interest in their lives.
" Up here for a convention, sweetie," answered Chester. " And I happened to run into these fine boys." He gestured at the other two men at the table.
Blair looked over at them and smiled. The reddish haired guy looked like he was ready to cum in his pants when she did that.
Chester pointed at the red-haired guy and said," This fella here is Norm, he manages my store here in town. And that joker over there," he pointed at the guy with the mullet, "that's Lyle. He's Norm's assistant manager. Known these boys a long time. They said they was gonna take me out on the town, get me drunk and show me some hot women tonight. And all I can say is, after seeing you Blair, they done one hell of a fine job!"
"Thank you," Blair said. "And it's nice to meet you all. But I had better go check on your chicken wings and see if they're ready." She smiled again at Norm and Lyle.
As she went to turn away, Lyle spoke up.
"Hey Blair. I just wanted to say, there's some mighty sweet girls in this place, but you are definitely #1! Them legs of yours are MmmmMmmm delicious!"
" Yep, the only way them legs would look nicer is if they were wrapped around me!" quipped Norm.
All three of them burst out laughing. Chester slapped the table. " That was a good one, Norm!" he hollered.
Blair gave them a fake shocked look.
"Oh, you boys behave yourselves!" she chided them and headed back toward the bar.
She gave a little shudder. Fat chance that would ever happen, she thought. It would be a cold day in hell before I would ever have my legs wrapped around a loser like you, buddy!
Blair placed her order at the bar and picked up another for a different table. The rest of her section was full and for the next little while she was able to keep herself busy taking and delivering orders. Table 5's chicken wings were ready and she delivered them, uneventfully, along with another round of drinks. That was the routine for the next hour or so.
The guys at Table 5 were going through their drinks like there was no tomorrow and she was delivering fresh ones to them about every 15 minutes. But despite their earlier remarks, they hadn't said much to her since, except for their usual leering stares. Until about round # 7 or 8. Blair had made so many trips to their table she had lost count.
As she set the glasses of double whiskey and Coke on the table, Chester spoke up.
"So Blair sweetie!" he said softly as though he didn't want people at the other tables to hear. Not that they would anyways with the loud music blaring.
" Me and the boys were kinda wonderin'. A college girl like yourself probably has lots of expenses, don'tcha? I mean, why the hell else would ya be workin' in a place like this?"
Blair paused. She didn't usually discuss too much of her personal life with customers, but she figured this was a fairly harmless question.
" Yeah, every girl needs money," she replied. She tried to make a joke of it to humour them. " You know, keeping a body like mine looking good isn't cheap!"
"Well, exactly!" said Chester with a little chuckle. "That's what me and the boys were thinking too. And I know they probably don't pay ya squat in this place do they?"
Blair gave a little awkward smile and answered," No, could be better. But we do make really great tips!"
Chester then motioned to her to lean in closer to him so he could speak even quieter. Blair did so, making sure she could see his hands so she knew he wasn't planning to grab a feel, one of the things Lou had taught her when she started working there.
" Well, we got a little proposition for ya, honey, where you could make some good cash tonight. And I mean damn good cash! Enough that you wouldn't have to work at this place for the next two months!"
Blair wasn't sure what he was getting at, but a little alarm in her brain began to go off. She began feeling a bit uncomfortable as to the direction the conversation was heading. She glanced over at Norm and Lyle. Both of them were sitting there with stupid shit-eating grins on their faces.
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Re: The Sports Bar Waitress' Nightmare
The best propositions cause shit eating grins. I do remember the story, so looking forward to read the rest.
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I like that you remember the story. I expect most of you Ravishu and RD veterans would remember it.Shocker wrote: Sun Jun 07, 2026 10:38 pm The best propositions cause shit eating grins. I do remember the story, so looking forward to read the rest.
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So glad to see this story again, it has always been one of my favorites
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So glad to see this story again, it has always been one of my favorites
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CHAPTER 3: ALTERCATION!
W-what do you mean, enough that I wouldn't have to work here for a month?" she stammered.
"I'm talking a couple of grand," Chester said seriously. " and all you gotta do, sweetie, is come back to my hotel after you get off work. You give me and the boys a good time and I can promise, ya gonna be one rich little girl afterwards."
Blair could not believe what she was hearing. She'd had a lot of come-ons during her time at Lucky Lou's, but never had she been outright solicited for sex! She was flabbergasted.
Slowly, she whispered back to Chester, " Well, that's a lot of money. I don't know what to say."
"All ya gotta do is say yes," Chester breathed in her ear. " I know three drunk guys who'd be very happy if ya did."
" So let me understand this. All I have to do, is .... have sex with you three?" Blair asked warily. " ..... And you will give me two thousand dollars?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying, honey," Chester whispered hoarsely.
She could tell he was getting excited. She happened to glance downward and could make out an unmistakable bulge in his pants. It was enough to make her stomach turn.
" But hey, if two grand ain't enough, I can give ya more! That ain't a problem. Believe me, with a hottie like you, it'll be worth every penny!"
"Tell you what," Blair said. " You give me a minute or two to think about it. I'll get back to you."
"Oh, you do that," Chester replied. " Like I said, I am a very generous man and I can definitely make this worth your while."
Blair turned around and headed back to the bar. She thought she was going to be sick! As soon as she got to the bar, she motioned to Lou to come over.
" What's the prob, Blair baby?" he asked.
Blair pointed backwards over her shoulder towards Table 5.
" Table 5 is the problem!" she spat, finding it hard to keep from bursting into tears. " You will not believe what those sick bastards over there just did!"
Lou's face turned red immediately and his eyes narrowed.
" They didn't touch you, did they?" Lou demanded. " I'll kick their asses from here till Sunday if they did!"
"No! But they might as well have," Blair said regaining her composure. " They just offered me money to have sex with them!"
" I'll have a little talk with those boys," Lou snarled as he dropped the towel he was holding and headed out from behind the bar.
Lou strode over to Table 5 in about 3 steps. At about 6' 6" and well over 250 lb., the ex-linebacker made a very imposing figure. He wasn't someone you wanted to see coming in your direction, especially if he was in a foul mood. Blair watched as he placed both hands on the table and began speaking to the three men. After a few finger pointings in Chester's face and a few menacing glares in Norm and Lyle's direction, making those two shrink back into their chairs like little kids catching hell from their father, Lou came back to the bar. He had an evil but satisfied smile on his face.
" Okay Blairie," he chuckled. " I think I got those redneck idiots set straight. I gave them a damn good warning. I told them they either keep their mouths shut with you or I rip a certain part of their anatomies off and shove it down their throats. They shouldn't be giving you any more trouble now."
"Thank you, Lou," Blair said. "You're great!"
"Hey, it's what I'm here for," he said. "Gotta look out for my girls."
Blair felt immensely better after that. She was still a little shaken from the unsettling experience of being propositioned for sex, but she knew she'd get over it. She smiled to herself. No one could ever say it was boring working at Lucky Lou's!
The next hour was fairly uneventful. Blair went about her work, glancing at the clock occasionally to see how close it was getting to closing time. She couldn't wait to go to the party over at Brian and Corey's. She had seen them leaving earlier and Brian had waved at her, making her blush.
Chester and his co-horts were perfect gentlemen to her after Lou's talking-to, but she did notice they were steadily getting drunker and drunker. It had been about an hour and a half since the last incident when she walked up to their table to ask if they wanted another round. Of course, they did, and she went to the bar and got it for them. She returned to the table with their drinks and began setting them on the table. That was when Chester moved his hand, knocking his drink coaster on the floor. Blair couldn't tell for sure, but it almost seemed like he had done it deliberately. He had a sly little smile on his face when he did it. Okay, you wanna start playing games, do ya? she said to herself.
"Oh, I'm so sorry Chester!" she exclaimed, pretending it had been her fault. She knew damn well it wasn't but she had to play the part of the courteous waitress anyway. " Let me get that for you!"
She turned and bent over to pick up the coaster which had rolled a couple feet away from the table. As she bent over, her back towards the table, she suddenly felt a big sweaty hand slide up the inside of her left thigh and under her skirt.
It stopped just below the crotch of her panties and the big meaty fingers dug into the tender flesh of her inner thigh. Immediately, she straightened up and let out a startled shriek. The shriek pierced the whole bar, making everybody turn their heads to look. She whipped around, her open hand connecting with Chester's face. She landed a hard slap right across his left cheek.
" You fucking pig!" she yelled.
Lou heard the shriek right away and was across the bar in a matter of seconds. As he approached Table 5, his deep voice rumbled.
" What the hell is going on here?" he demanded angrily, glaring at Chester who was already getting up from his chair.
Blair, tears streaming down her face, pointed her finger at Chester accusingly.
"He grabbed me! Right between the legs when I was bending over to pick up a coaster!"
"I didn't do nothing to that teasin' little tramp, least not nothing she wasn't looking for anyways!" Chester protested with a sarcastic grin.
Lou grabbed Chester by the front of his sweat-stained white shirt.
"You, buster, are outta here! Nobody touches my waitresses! Now take your buddies and get the fuck out! NOW!" roared Lou.
By this time, two big, hulking bouncers had also showed up on the scene hovering over Norm and Lyle. They were slowly pushing their chairs back and preparing to get up.
"Are you kicking us out?" asked Chester.
"Yes! As a matter of fact I am!" yelled Lou. "You have been nothing but rude and obnoxious to my waitress tonight and I don't put up with that shit in my business. You had one warning already but you had to go and push your luck. Now you're OUT!"
"You piece of black shit!" growled Chester. "I've spent a lot of money in this place tonight and now this is how I get treated? No one kicks Chester Collins out of a bar! Do you even know who I am, boy?! I could buy this goddamn place with pocket change!"
At that he took a swing at Lou with his right fist. Lou managed to get his left arm up to block the blow, then in one swift move, he hooked his left foot behind Chester's right leg and gave a quick yank. Chester fell, sprawling backwards onto the table. Drinks and chairs went flying as the table collapsed under his weight. One of the bouncers, a fellow named Rick, reached down and hooked his fingers into Chester's collar. He pulled him to his feet. Chester's face was beet-red with rage, spit frothing in the corners of his mouth. He tried to take another swing at Lou, but Rick held him, twisting his other arm up behind his back.
"Get this redneck motherfucker out of my face before I kick his ass!" ordered Lou. " And take his buddies with him!"
Norm and Lyle were already backing towards the entrance. Norm held his hands up in front of him.
" W-w-we're leaving! We d-d-don't want any more trouble. Okay? We're leaving!" Norm said quickly as the other bouncer moved toward him and Lyle.
Chester wasn't leaving quietly though. As Rick manhandled his large frame toward the door, he yelled back over his shoulder at Lou.
" You're dead meat! You're fucking dead meat! Nobody treats Chester Collins like this. Nobody!"
Then he glared right in Blair's direction. "And you! You fuckin' little cock-tease! Someday you'll get yours too! Keep shakin' that little ass of yours around and someday you'll git it. And your big black friend ain't gonna be there to save you!"
A couple of the other waitresses, Shantel and another girl named Amanda, were comforting Blair.
" Come on Blair, let's go sit down for a sec," said Shantel.
Lou and a couple of the other waitresses began cleaning up the mess and slowly things returned to normal in the sports bar as everybody turned back to their own business. Blair and Shantel went back to the employees' lounge and sat down on the big leather couch that was there.
" Oh God!" wept Blair. " I can still feel his hand up there. It was sooo gross. It was so sweaty and so...so...." She couldn't finish the sentence as she buried her face into Shantel's shoulder.
"It's okay," said Shantel comfortingly. " Those guys are gone. They won't be coming back."
She got up off the couch and walked over to the fridge to get Blair a cold drink.
" Here, have a drink of water, Blair. Just relax and you'll feel better."
Blair slowly sipped at the bottle of water. Slowly, she could feel the tension seeping out of her body. But, yes, she could still feel those fat sweaty fingers on the inside of her thigh. Soon Lou came walking into the lounge.
"Jesus Christ, Blair baby! I am so sorry that had to happen. I shoulda kicked their sorry asses out the first time. Are you okay?"
Blair looked up at Lou and managed a weak smile.
" Y-y-yeah. I'm okay, Lou. A little shaken, but I'll get through it. Just never had anything like that happen before. It was kinda scary."
" I imagine it was", Lou said sympathetically. "You know, there's only a couple of hours left in the shift. If you want, you can take the rest of the night off. After something like that, you probably need to relax."
Blair looked into his big eyes and smiled.
"That's so sweet, Lou. Maybe I'll do that. If it's okay with you."
"Of course it's okay Blair," said Lou, wrapping one of his big arms around her shoulders. " After an experience like that, I want you to just relax. Don't worry, we'll get along without you. Shantel will look after your section and I'll make sure you still get all your tips from tonight. I'll go and get one of the bouncers to walk you out to the bus stop."
Lou got up and left the room. Blair walked over to her locker and grabbed her bag with her street clothes in it. Normally she would change out of her waitress outfit at the end of her shift. Tonight, she just didn't feel like it. Plus, she decided she wanted to look sexy for Brian when she got to the party. She turned around to look at Shantel.
"It's okay if I go early Shantel? I'm really sorry to leave you with extra work."
"Don't worry about it, Blairie", said Shantel as she walked over and gave Blair a big hug. "I don't mind. You had a terrible thing happen tonight. You need to go and relax. Hey, tell you what! Brian and Corey said you were going to their party tonight. Well, I'm going too! I'll see you there, okay?"
Blair's face brightened as Shantel told her that.
"Okay! I'll see you later then, Shantel," she said.
"You bet, girl!" said Shantel as she gave Blair another big hug.
Right then, the bouncer named Rick stuck his head in the room.
"Yo, you ready to go Blair?" he asked.
"Yeah, coming!" replied Blair.
She picked up her bag and headed out the door behind Rick. Blair knew most of the bouncers pretty good. Rick, though, was fairly new. He had only started about a week ago. Blair hadn't had much opportunity yet to get to know him well. From what she had seen of him so far, though, he was pretty good-looking. He was black, about 6 ft. 2 in., probably in the 220 to 230 lb. range. He had short black, curly hair and a very muscular body. His arms were like small tree trunks. She knew he played on the college football team and no doubt he did a lot of weightlifting. She had a bit of a weakness for guys with big, muscular arms and chests and she caught herself blushing a bit.
"Thank you so much," said Blair sweetly.
She knew Rick was just doing his job. Lou had a very strict policy about the waitresses walking out to their vehicles or the bus stop by themselves at night time. After the earlier happenings inside the bar, she felt reasonably safe and secure with Rick at her side now.
But as they rounded the corner of the building, on their way out to the street, a pair of headlights suddenly blinded them. A car, it looked like a big Cadillac, came barreling towards them out of the dark. The driver slammed on the brakes as the car slid to a stop only a few feet from them, almost pinning them against the wall of the sports bar. Blair immediately recognized the driver. It was one of Chester Collins' buddies, Norm! In blind terror, she spun around to run back to the bar. But Rick stood in her way, his big arms wrapping around her body.
Blair dropped her bag and began pummeling on Rick's chest with both of her fists. It was like beating a big oak tree.
"Rick!!! What the fuck are you doing???!! LET ME GOOOO!!!" she screamed. She couldn't believe this was happening.
"Sorry," he said emotionlessly. "But these boys paid me a lot of money earlier to do this. I couldn't say no. Don't fight it! Just go along with them and you won't get hurt."
W-what do you mean, enough that I wouldn't have to work here for a month?" she stammered.
"I'm talking a couple of grand," Chester said seriously. " and all you gotta do, sweetie, is come back to my hotel after you get off work. You give me and the boys a good time and I can promise, ya gonna be one rich little girl afterwards."
Blair could not believe what she was hearing. She'd had a lot of come-ons during her time at Lucky Lou's, but never had she been outright solicited for sex! She was flabbergasted.
Slowly, she whispered back to Chester, " Well, that's a lot of money. I don't know what to say."
"All ya gotta do is say yes," Chester breathed in her ear. " I know three drunk guys who'd be very happy if ya did."
" So let me understand this. All I have to do, is .... have sex with you three?" Blair asked warily. " ..... And you will give me two thousand dollars?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying, honey," Chester whispered hoarsely.
She could tell he was getting excited. She happened to glance downward and could make out an unmistakable bulge in his pants. It was enough to make her stomach turn.
" But hey, if two grand ain't enough, I can give ya more! That ain't a problem. Believe me, with a hottie like you, it'll be worth every penny!"
"Tell you what," Blair said. " You give me a minute or two to think about it. I'll get back to you."
"Oh, you do that," Chester replied. " Like I said, I am a very generous man and I can definitely make this worth your while."
Blair turned around and headed back to the bar. She thought she was going to be sick! As soon as she got to the bar, she motioned to Lou to come over.
" What's the prob, Blair baby?" he asked.
Blair pointed backwards over her shoulder towards Table 5.
" Table 5 is the problem!" she spat, finding it hard to keep from bursting into tears. " You will not believe what those sick bastards over there just did!"
Lou's face turned red immediately and his eyes narrowed.
" They didn't touch you, did they?" Lou demanded. " I'll kick their asses from here till Sunday if they did!"
"No! But they might as well have," Blair said regaining her composure. " They just offered me money to have sex with them!"
" I'll have a little talk with those boys," Lou snarled as he dropped the towel he was holding and headed out from behind the bar.
Lou strode over to Table 5 in about 3 steps. At about 6' 6" and well over 250 lb., the ex-linebacker made a very imposing figure. He wasn't someone you wanted to see coming in your direction, especially if he was in a foul mood. Blair watched as he placed both hands on the table and began speaking to the three men. After a few finger pointings in Chester's face and a few menacing glares in Norm and Lyle's direction, making those two shrink back into their chairs like little kids catching hell from their father, Lou came back to the bar. He had an evil but satisfied smile on his face.
" Okay Blairie," he chuckled. " I think I got those redneck idiots set straight. I gave them a damn good warning. I told them they either keep their mouths shut with you or I rip a certain part of their anatomies off and shove it down their throats. They shouldn't be giving you any more trouble now."
"Thank you, Lou," Blair said. "You're great!"
"Hey, it's what I'm here for," he said. "Gotta look out for my girls."
Blair felt immensely better after that. She was still a little shaken from the unsettling experience of being propositioned for sex, but she knew she'd get over it. She smiled to herself. No one could ever say it was boring working at Lucky Lou's!
The next hour was fairly uneventful. Blair went about her work, glancing at the clock occasionally to see how close it was getting to closing time. She couldn't wait to go to the party over at Brian and Corey's. She had seen them leaving earlier and Brian had waved at her, making her blush.
Chester and his co-horts were perfect gentlemen to her after Lou's talking-to, but she did notice they were steadily getting drunker and drunker. It had been about an hour and a half since the last incident when she walked up to their table to ask if they wanted another round. Of course, they did, and she went to the bar and got it for them. She returned to the table with their drinks and began setting them on the table. That was when Chester moved his hand, knocking his drink coaster on the floor. Blair couldn't tell for sure, but it almost seemed like he had done it deliberately. He had a sly little smile on his face when he did it. Okay, you wanna start playing games, do ya? she said to herself.
"Oh, I'm so sorry Chester!" she exclaimed, pretending it had been her fault. She knew damn well it wasn't but she had to play the part of the courteous waitress anyway. " Let me get that for you!"
She turned and bent over to pick up the coaster which had rolled a couple feet away from the table. As she bent over, her back towards the table, she suddenly felt a big sweaty hand slide up the inside of her left thigh and under her skirt.
It stopped just below the crotch of her panties and the big meaty fingers dug into the tender flesh of her inner thigh. Immediately, she straightened up and let out a startled shriek. The shriek pierced the whole bar, making everybody turn their heads to look. She whipped around, her open hand connecting with Chester's face. She landed a hard slap right across his left cheek.
" You fucking pig!" she yelled.
Lou heard the shriek right away and was across the bar in a matter of seconds. As he approached Table 5, his deep voice rumbled.
" What the hell is going on here?" he demanded angrily, glaring at Chester who was already getting up from his chair.
Blair, tears streaming down her face, pointed her finger at Chester accusingly.
"He grabbed me! Right between the legs when I was bending over to pick up a coaster!"
"I didn't do nothing to that teasin' little tramp, least not nothing she wasn't looking for anyways!" Chester protested with a sarcastic grin.
Lou grabbed Chester by the front of his sweat-stained white shirt.
"You, buster, are outta here! Nobody touches my waitresses! Now take your buddies and get the fuck out! NOW!" roared Lou.
By this time, two big, hulking bouncers had also showed up on the scene hovering over Norm and Lyle. They were slowly pushing their chairs back and preparing to get up.
"Are you kicking us out?" asked Chester.
"Yes! As a matter of fact I am!" yelled Lou. "You have been nothing but rude and obnoxious to my waitress tonight and I don't put up with that shit in my business. You had one warning already but you had to go and push your luck. Now you're OUT!"
"You piece of black shit!" growled Chester. "I've spent a lot of money in this place tonight and now this is how I get treated? No one kicks Chester Collins out of a bar! Do you even know who I am, boy?! I could buy this goddamn place with pocket change!"
At that he took a swing at Lou with his right fist. Lou managed to get his left arm up to block the blow, then in one swift move, he hooked his left foot behind Chester's right leg and gave a quick yank. Chester fell, sprawling backwards onto the table. Drinks and chairs went flying as the table collapsed under his weight. One of the bouncers, a fellow named Rick, reached down and hooked his fingers into Chester's collar. He pulled him to his feet. Chester's face was beet-red with rage, spit frothing in the corners of his mouth. He tried to take another swing at Lou, but Rick held him, twisting his other arm up behind his back.
"Get this redneck motherfucker out of my face before I kick his ass!" ordered Lou. " And take his buddies with him!"
Norm and Lyle were already backing towards the entrance. Norm held his hands up in front of him.
" W-w-we're leaving! We d-d-don't want any more trouble. Okay? We're leaving!" Norm said quickly as the other bouncer moved toward him and Lyle.
Chester wasn't leaving quietly though. As Rick manhandled his large frame toward the door, he yelled back over his shoulder at Lou.
" You're dead meat! You're fucking dead meat! Nobody treats Chester Collins like this. Nobody!"
Then he glared right in Blair's direction. "And you! You fuckin' little cock-tease! Someday you'll get yours too! Keep shakin' that little ass of yours around and someday you'll git it. And your big black friend ain't gonna be there to save you!"
A couple of the other waitresses, Shantel and another girl named Amanda, were comforting Blair.
" Come on Blair, let's go sit down for a sec," said Shantel.
Lou and a couple of the other waitresses began cleaning up the mess and slowly things returned to normal in the sports bar as everybody turned back to their own business. Blair and Shantel went back to the employees' lounge and sat down on the big leather couch that was there.
" Oh God!" wept Blair. " I can still feel his hand up there. It was sooo gross. It was so sweaty and so...so...." She couldn't finish the sentence as she buried her face into Shantel's shoulder.
"It's okay," said Shantel comfortingly. " Those guys are gone. They won't be coming back."
She got up off the couch and walked over to the fridge to get Blair a cold drink.
" Here, have a drink of water, Blair. Just relax and you'll feel better."
Blair slowly sipped at the bottle of water. Slowly, she could feel the tension seeping out of her body. But, yes, she could still feel those fat sweaty fingers on the inside of her thigh. Soon Lou came walking into the lounge.
"Jesus Christ, Blair baby! I am so sorry that had to happen. I shoulda kicked their sorry asses out the first time. Are you okay?"
Blair looked up at Lou and managed a weak smile.
" Y-y-yeah. I'm okay, Lou. A little shaken, but I'll get through it. Just never had anything like that happen before. It was kinda scary."
" I imagine it was", Lou said sympathetically. "You know, there's only a couple of hours left in the shift. If you want, you can take the rest of the night off. After something like that, you probably need to relax."
Blair looked into his big eyes and smiled.
"That's so sweet, Lou. Maybe I'll do that. If it's okay with you."
"Of course it's okay Blair," said Lou, wrapping one of his big arms around her shoulders. " After an experience like that, I want you to just relax. Don't worry, we'll get along without you. Shantel will look after your section and I'll make sure you still get all your tips from tonight. I'll go and get one of the bouncers to walk you out to the bus stop."
Lou got up and left the room. Blair walked over to her locker and grabbed her bag with her street clothes in it. Normally she would change out of her waitress outfit at the end of her shift. Tonight, she just didn't feel like it. Plus, she decided she wanted to look sexy for Brian when she got to the party. She turned around to look at Shantel.
"It's okay if I go early Shantel? I'm really sorry to leave you with extra work."
"Don't worry about it, Blairie", said Shantel as she walked over and gave Blair a big hug. "I don't mind. You had a terrible thing happen tonight. You need to go and relax. Hey, tell you what! Brian and Corey said you were going to their party tonight. Well, I'm going too! I'll see you there, okay?"
Blair's face brightened as Shantel told her that.
"Okay! I'll see you later then, Shantel," she said.
"You bet, girl!" said Shantel as she gave Blair another big hug.
Right then, the bouncer named Rick stuck his head in the room.
"Yo, you ready to go Blair?" he asked.
"Yeah, coming!" replied Blair.
She picked up her bag and headed out the door behind Rick. Blair knew most of the bouncers pretty good. Rick, though, was fairly new. He had only started about a week ago. Blair hadn't had much opportunity yet to get to know him well. From what she had seen of him so far, though, he was pretty good-looking. He was black, about 6 ft. 2 in., probably in the 220 to 230 lb. range. He had short black, curly hair and a very muscular body. His arms were like small tree trunks. She knew he played on the college football team and no doubt he did a lot of weightlifting. She had a bit of a weakness for guys with big, muscular arms and chests and she caught herself blushing a bit.
"Thank you so much," said Blair sweetly.
She knew Rick was just doing his job. Lou had a very strict policy about the waitresses walking out to their vehicles or the bus stop by themselves at night time. After the earlier happenings inside the bar, she felt reasonably safe and secure with Rick at her side now.
But as they rounded the corner of the building, on their way out to the street, a pair of headlights suddenly blinded them. A car, it looked like a big Cadillac, came barreling towards them out of the dark. The driver slammed on the brakes as the car slid to a stop only a few feet from them, almost pinning them against the wall of the sports bar. Blair immediately recognized the driver. It was one of Chester Collins' buddies, Norm! In blind terror, she spun around to run back to the bar. But Rick stood in her way, his big arms wrapping around her body.
Blair dropped her bag and began pummeling on Rick's chest with both of her fists. It was like beating a big oak tree.
"Rick!!! What the fuck are you doing???!! LET ME GOOOO!!!" she screamed. She couldn't believe this was happening.
"Sorry," he said emotionlessly. "But these boys paid me a lot of money earlier to do this. I couldn't say no. Don't fight it! Just go along with them and you won't get hurt."
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Re: The Sports Bar Waitress' Nightmare
Mighty fine chapter sir, I’d just have a small suggestion concerning the chapter title. How about changing that to altercation instead of abduction, that way you don’t take the big cliffhanger away.
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Re: The Sports Bar Waitress' Nightmare
Suggestion noted! Good idea!Shocker wrote: Wed Jun 10, 2026 7:57 pm Mighty fine chapter sir, I’d just have a small suggestion concerning the chapter title. How about changing that to altercation instead of abduction, that way you don’t take the big cliffhanger away.