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
• Chapter 4
• Chapter 5
• Chapter 6
• Chapter 7
• Chapter 8

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: