Note: This story has 2 alternative endings!
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It was the late nightshift for Betty Simpson at Bazonga's Bar. Yeah sure Bazonga's Bar was just a blatant rip-off of Hooters but Betty had a good experience there. She was well-paid and the bar's owner Rick, despite his sleaziness, has never harassed her. In fact, she hardly had trouble with the occasional creepy customers at the bar.
That is, until she met the otherworldly old man.
The old man looked harmless. He looked no older than sixty. He had gray eyes, a pockmarked face and a balding head. Despite his harmless looks, Betty was creeped by his presence. It's not just because the old man was very ugly. It was like he shouldn't be there but he was. It was very unsettling.
"What can I get you?" Betty asked. The old man lustfully stared at the waitress' huge tits. Out of all the waitresses at Bazonga's Bar, Betty had the biggest boobs. It also really helped that Betty had very pretty face. Betty was pure sex eye candy and that's great for a business like Bazonga's Bar. The old man looked at Betty's face and said "Why don't you start by giving me a kiss, sweetheart? With tongue." Betty was disgusted and furious. "Okay, you've crossed the line. Carl! This guy is giving me trouble! Carl!" Betty called out the bug burly bouncer named Carl who was just standing near the entrance. However, Carl never responded. He just stood there like a statue. The old man laughed.
"It's no use, Betty. I froze time around us. Only you and I are not affected." Said the old man. "Bullshit!" The waitress yelled. The old man took a glass of water from another table and tipped it. The water never came out. The old man let the glass go and it remained suspended in mid-air. Betty gasped.
"Now how about that kiss?" The old man suddenly grabbed Betty around the waist and kissed her in the mouth. The old man's tongue intertwined with Betty's tongue in obscene union. Betty tried to break away from the kiss but was unable to. In her mind, she was disgusted by the old man but some hidden force was forcing her to enjoy it. As the kiss prolonged, Betty's body became warmer and warmer.
The old man's scrawny hands reached out and cupped Betty's breasts. The waitress gasped. Her gorgeous breasts were lovingly handled by past lovers but she never felt that level of pleasure. The old man continued to caress her lovely heavy tits which made Betty moan softly with pleasure. "You have big tits, Betty. They're quite lovely to touch. I bet you're a whore who loves having her tits handled like this. Are you a whore, Betty? Are you a big-titted whore who lives to please me?" The old man whispered into her ear.