All the customers were women, some femme, some clearly not. One or two wore what I think our American cousins call the ‘wife-beater’ vest and unif...orm jeans and boots. One or two were in business suits and others in clothes more like mine. It was an eclectic mix and more and more clients arrived as the evening drew on. It was about 10.30 when I felt someone standing close to me and I half turned to look at her reflection in the mirror behind the bar. Tall and slender, about forty with close cut. Kissing my breast he takes my nipple into his mouth, kissing them softly and tenderly, stopping for a moment, he looks up at me with a mischievous grin on his face, before I can ask him “what” he pulls at my breast and begins to suck my nipple again, biting and nibbling harder and harder. Wincing from the painful pleasure I pull his hair and pull him off my breast, and kiss him forcefully. We moan and grope at each other, licking and pawing at each other like wild a****ls. Lifting up my. So im gonna get it back.” “Dude,” I said to him as he pulled a little further back, “here’s a damn dollar, now lets be smart about this and not kill the fucking machine. Cause you know as well as I do that should you in fact put your fist through the glass, you gonna get your ass trampled by the crowd.” He finally put his hand down and took the dollar I was holding out to him. He put it in the machine and got his chips. “You fell better now that you have beat the fuck out of a defenseless piece. She was the cruelest one by coming up with disturbing and fuck up things to do to you. You didn't know what she did for a living in your old hometown, but you didn't care enough to find out. The atmosphere around her still gave you goosebumps.You fumble your way upstairs to your cozy one-room apartment. You walk inside yanking off your pizza joint uniform. You put on a standard black t-shirt with your black slacks. Your regularness on full display as you hops onto your couch/bed.You began to.