"Hey, sweetie!" Mel's voice oozed into Donna's ear through the phone. "Me and a buddy of mine are down at The Corral, we thought maybe you'd like to join us."
Donna fought down the urge to vomit. "Ah...I..." she stammered. She didn't want to go, but didn't know what to say, either. She was positive Mel wouldn't accept a refusal.
"Hey, sweetie," Mel said, his voice taking on a sharp tone. "It ain't like you got a choice, remember? And wear something sexy, you got that?"
"OK," Donna said. "I'll be there in fifteen minutes." She threw on an old white sweater and snug mini-skirt and, feeling as bad as she'd ever felt, got in her car and headed for the sleazy country bar Mel had directed her to come to.
When she got to the bar, she parked her little compact car in the parking lot, got out, locked her purse inside, and walked toward the club entrance. The parking lot was filled with cars and pickup trucks, and country music boomed in the air.
Donna walked inside and stood there, looking for Mel through the smoky darkness inside the bar. The place was packed and everyone seemed to be in a festive mood. Couples jammed the tiny dance floor, their bodies writhing and jerking in time with the music.
She spotted Mel, working his way across the floor. "Glad you could make it, sweetie," he said when he reached her. "Come on, my friend Floyd's at our table. He can't wait to meet you."
Mel led her through the crowd to a corner booth where another man was sitting. The man, Floyd, was shorter than Mel, wore glasses, and had a full beard that looked dirty. He leered at Donna as she approached the booth.
"Told ya she was a knockout, didn't I?" Mel said as Donna sat down.
"You weren't kidding. She sure as shit is!" Floyd commented. "Goddamn! How the hell did you get a chick like her to go out with an ugly bastard like you, Mel?"
"I got more talent than you know, buddy," Mel said, smiling at Donna. "Don't I, sweetie?"
"Yeah," Donna replied. "Whatever you say, Mel." She flashed a weak smile at the two men.
The band started playing a slow tune. Floyd looked at Mel. "Mind if I dance with your lady?" he asked.
"Nah, go ahead," Mel told his friend. He looked at Donna. "You be nice to Floyd, now, sweetie, you hear?"
Donna nodded. What choice did she have?
Floyd smiled at Donna, took a long swallow of beer, and got up. "Come on, baby, let's dance," he said.
Donna got up and moved out onto the dance floor with him.
Floyd's arms locked around her, pulling her tight against him, crushing her body against his. Donna was as tall as he was, and their faces were close. She could smell his breath, a mixture of beer and cigarette smell. It wasn't a very pleasant experience. As they moved in time to the music, she could feel something pressing against her leg. He was getting a hard-on!
Floyd was surprised the girl let him hold her close like she did, so he got braver. He slid his hands down and cupped her bottom, pulling her against the growing erection in his jeans. Damn, she was hot! Not only was she good-looking, she was hot, too! Real hot!
Donna didn't like having Floyd's hands on her bottom, but knew it would do no good to protest. She didn't dare get Mel angry with her.
When the dance ended, they went back to the table. Floyd kept his arm around her when they walked, and slid into the booth on the same side she did.
"Want a beer, honey?" he asked.
Donna felt his hand drop onto her leg. "Sure," she said as his hand moved onto the warm skin of her thigh. Maybe if she had a couple of beers it would be easier to stand what she was being forced to put up with!
Floyd signaled the waitress and ordered beers for all of them. As the waitress walked away, Mel slid close to Donna on the other side of the dark corner booth.
"Havin' a good time, sweetie?" Mel asked.
"Yes," Donna replied curtly.
"I'm sure glad you are, sweetie," he said. "'Cause I sure am." He laid a hand on her other thigh. "And I got an idea old Floyd's having a great time, too. Aincha, Floyd?"
Mel's friend squeezed Donna's slim thigh and grinned at his buddy. "You better fuckin' believe it!" he said then he belched.
Donna felt a twinge of fear. She wasn't sure what to do about this. The two men had their hands on her legs, and she had a pretty good idea what Mel expected. Maybe she ought to tell him to get lost. Even jail couldn't be worse than this. Then again...
The waitress brought their beers. Donna drank some of hers. Mel and Floyd drank theirs down in one swallow. Floyd belched again.
