"So you want a job here in my bar? Do you think you can handle customers pawing at you all night every night?"
"I got pawed at my last job, so there won't be a problem here. I really need the money. So do I have the job?"
"I called your former employer and she spoke highly of you. She was sorry to see you go. I checked over your references and based on the interview we had last week I think you will fit in nicely."
"You have the job but only
IF
and I do mean
IF
you survive the training I have set up for tonight. Be here at 8pm sharp.
"Yes ma'am I will be here, thanks so much, you won't be disappointed"
"I hope not, I already have a lot of time invested in you."
Sherry left the bar a little confused. Why did she need to pass an initiation to work in a bar? I mean how hard could it be? You served the customers their drinks, make sure they got the right change back, and put up with the men pawing at her young body. She was only 19 and had left home to go to the big city. She hated small towns and never wanted to live in one again. She wanted the freedom to explore a new place and get off that godforsaken dirt farm and away from her drunken father and his slimy friends.
She was only in the city for about two weeks, she tried to get a job being a secretary, but she knew nothing about computers. She got a job at an answering service, but the first call she took wanted her to pretend she was a pony so the guy on the other end could ride her. Not in this lifetime pal. She hung up the phone and walked out.
Her prospective boss was also confusing her, she was about 5'8" tall and built like a truck driver. Sherry would have bet her bottom dollar, which was about all she had, that her new boss was male. She lost that bet as soon as her boss spoke and told Sherry that her name was Josie.
Sherry arrived for work promptly at eight that night. She walked in and the bar was surrounded, but it was all women. She didn't think much of it, but the women were pawing at her just as much as they did at her last job. The major difference was the fact that Sherry was getting turned on by this unwanted attention.
Woman of all shapes and sizes were present. Some were wearing strange outfits. One of the women was wearing a dog collar around her neck and the other woman had the chain tied around her waist and carried a riding crop. Every so often she would smack the crop against the woman's ass that was wearing the collar. Sherry never saw the woman flinch as a particular nasty smack came across her left ass cheek. Sherry had asked the woman if she wanted something to drink, but she just shook her head no.
Whatever floats your boat, Sherry thought to herself. She continued working and catching little snippets of conversation.
"She was so bad, I had to give her forty lashes before we came here tonight. I will have to teach her a lesson when we get home."
Forty lashes? What was this, the pirate age revisited?
"Mine is still hanging in the dungeon at home. She did not finish her work in time, so she wasn't allowed to come tonight."
Sherry, was getting more confused by each passing hour. She tried to talk to the other girls that were working that night, but they barely acknowledged Sherry's presence. They kept their eyes to the floor even when asking the customers for their drink order. Sherry wasn't sure if she like this job; she had not gotten one tip. Maybe they were rich snobs and didn't like lowly bar maids.
A short time later, she approached a woman standing in the corner.
"May I get you a drink ma'am."
"I will have a vodka gimlet."
"Yes ma'am I will be right back."
When she got to the bar Josie told her she was doing a marvelous job and all the customers said she was very polite and well mannered, then handed her the drink.
"Here is your drink ma'am."
"Here is your tip," and the woman reached out and tweaked her nipple. She pinched it very hard and pulled on it even harder.
"Ouch that hurts, are you crazy?"
The woman only tugged and pinched it even harder, then using the nipple she had firmly in her hand she pulled Sherry to her and kissed her savagely on the mouth. Their lips crashing together and Sherry struggled to get free. When the woman let her go, Sherry blushed and the woman laughed. Sherry didn't even think to tell Josie and thought she would be better just to ignore that woman for the rest of the night.
God, was everyone in here a dyke? She was no lesbian. She had had sex with a few guys, and even almost married Jimmy, but then she caught him cheating with her best friend. That's when she decided to leave town.
A short time later, Sherry asked Josie if she could go into the alley for a quick smoke. Yes you may. She told her, just put the block in front of the door so you can get back in. Otherwise the door will slam and you will have to walk around the block to get back in.
Sherry went out to the alley, remembering the brick. She was facing the fence and just taking a few deep breaths.
Suddenly she felt huge arms grab her from behind, her arms were twisted behind her. She was pushed up against the fence. The wire links cutting into her breasts.
Sherry had a surge of panic, working its way through her body, her mouth wanted to scream but a large hand covered her mouth tightly.
The mouth of the person pinning her up against the fence, took her earand bit the earlobe. This caused Sherry to moan. The hand then reached inside her top and firmly grabbed her breasts, pinching the milky white skin, immediately causing the skin to turn purple. The skin on the hand was very rough, like sandpaper. The person's hand (she didn't know if it was male or female) flattened their palm against her nipple and crushed it, then ran the palm over and over the nipple causing it to harden and swell.
Sherry was mad at her body, it was betraying her. Her body loved the sensations that were being sent through her nipple and down to her clit. But her mind was fighting this intrusion.
The hand then found its way into the waistband of Sherry's panties. Pinching and pulling on her clit, thrusting a finger or two inside and fucking her. Sherry bucked against the fence, making it press harder and harder into her breasts. Lips found her ear again and just as the person bit the ear; Sherry bucked one last time. The fingers in her had worked her into an orgasm that felt wonderful to her body, but clouded her mind.
When the weight of the other person was lifted, Sherry whirled around, but found no one there. It had happened, didn't it? She looked and saw her shirt was untucked and her hair was a disheveled mess. Her pussy was throbbing and juices were still flowing as Sherry put herself together and walked back into the builiding.
When she stopped at the bar, Josie took one look at her and laughed.
"Looks like the Bandit got a hold of you."
"What do you mean, Bandit," Sherry asked?
"A legend in this bar, no one knows who the person is, and it's just fun and games. But that person always finds someone to cop a feel from."
"Listen we have a private party going on downstairs and it's your job tonight to waitress it. Consider it part of your initiation."
"Take this tray of drinks downstairs."
When Sherry got downstairs, the door slammed, she turned to see Josie standing there with a very evil grin on her face.
"Welcome to the dungeon."
Sherry turned and slowly looked around the room. There were weird contraptions hanging on the walls and placed around the room. They were fake cocks, dangling from chains in the ceiling. As she slowly turned, she saw three women from earlier strapped to huge crosses, naked. Two were facing the room, while the other had her face to the wall.
