Again, I might have categorized this as Sci-Fi & Fantasy as there are no STDs in this world. No one is under 18, and no one was harmed. Their motivations might make more sense if you've read Pt. 1.
Shelly had felt confident as she exited the car but hearing the sound of her husband heading out of the parking lot and down the road, her stomach suddenly soured. She felt almost as vulnerable as when she was tied naked to a tree. She looked at the dark front door, Budweiser, Miller, and Coors signs lighting every window but she steeled herself and headed over. Glancing around to get a feel of the place it didn't take Sherlock Holmes to read the parking lot. 12 pickups, all Detroit made, 6 with business adverts on the door panels, plumbing, heating and cooling, gutters, etc.; two vans, both with adverts; and three Harleys. Of course, there were no rice burners in the lot. This was not the local place back home which could have passed for a German or Japanese used car lot. Middle America, she thought. She replayed all of Doug's instructions wondering what she'd agreed to. She pulled open the door, the starting strains of a country song she didn't recognize playing.
Heads turned, and conversations stopped as the beautiful blonde with huge tits walked in. The ratio wasn't great if you were a guy looking to get his dick wet as there were 22 men and 7 women...now 8.
Jimmy jumped up, grinning at his friends, "I'd better see what the lady wants," he smiled. He strode up to the uncertain-looking woman, "Ma'am, you look lost. What can I get you? Perhaps a beer?" He asked. He covertly checked out her freely swaying breasts and her toned legs.
Shelly smiled at the boy, he couldn't have been a day over 20, "Sorry. I had a friend drop me off. We're staying at a cabin up the road and my husband's running late."
He nodded and smiled, "Sorry, ma'am, I'll leave you alone then," he smiled at her and headed back to his jeering friends.
Shelly headed to the bar, the girl sliding a coaster in front of her, "Do you have a Chardonnay?" she asked.
The girl behind the bar bent over, checking the coolers then stood up, "Sorry, ma'am I thought we did but all we have is a Rosé and a Cabernet," she smiled. "I can make you a mixed drink," she suggested. The woman was beautiful and if she'd trolling for cock, she came to the right place. She was certainly dressed for it, no souvenir for the lucky guy, she observed as the light from the jukebox shone through the thin dress.
"Sure, make me something not too..." she started.
"Hey Darlene, gimme a beer and get what the lady wants, too," a gruff voice said.
Shelly looked over at the tall lanky 40-something man with huge hands, tattooed arms, and a thick mustache. "Sorry, I'm marr..."
"I heard, what'll you have? You're safe here. We're not going to prey on any married gals, but you do want a drink, don't you?" he asked.
Shelly nodded, "I normally drink wine but when in Rome...what would you recommend?" she asked.
"Depend on what you like," he glanced at Darlene, "This place sure ain't a wine bar but this girl here makes the best mojitos around."
Shelly smiled. She liked this man, he was non-threatening, smiled easily, and relaxed yet oozed masculinity. She nodded and smiled, "Sure. That sounds great."
"Be careful with this one, honey," Darlene smiled, "Dan's all charm and smiles until you wake up with his kid inside you." She went over and started mixing the drink. "Then don't bother sitting by your phone."
Dan laughed, "Darlene, didn't I use a rubber? I only have three kids I know of and they're all cute as hell," he smiled. "Ignore her, she's upset since I left my phone on her bedside table, so how could I have called? C'mon, honey. let me introduce you to my friends," he said as he guided her over to a table near the dance floor.
His hand was huge covering her entire lower back. She felt a strong tingling from how he took charge as if he owned her.
"This here is Henry, Buck, Luke, and Stan," he smiled, "And you're...?"
Henry had stood up pulling out a chair. She nodded at the boy as she said, "Shelly, Shelly Lawrence," she smiled. "I'm not sure what I'm doing here," she apologized as she sat down, "I rarely go to bars and never alone."
"You're not alone," Dan smiled, "you're with friends. Ah, thank you, Darlene," he smiled as he handed the girl a 20. "Here's to friends," he smiled holding his beer towards Shelly.
Shelly picked up her glass and clinked it against Dan's bottle of Bud. She took a sip and nodded. She looked over at Darlene, holding up her glass, and smiled. This was as good as the mojitos she'd had in the islands.
She had a thought, "I was studying crisis situations in college and the professor asked a question. I'm curious how each of you would handle a tempting situation. Let's say you're hiking in the woods and you came across a naked woman tied to a tree. She begs you to untie her. Would you take advantage of the situation realizing no one could ever know who you were, or would you release her and offer her a coat?"
The men looked at each other and looked confused, "What else would we do, ma'am? We'd release her, of course." Buck said. He looked at his friends who were all nodding.
"Really. You wouldn't fuck her then release her?" she asked.
Dan laughed, "I didn't expect the 'f' word from a pretty lady like you but no way would we screw her. Of course, we'd count on her being so grateful she'd thank us, perhaps before she accepted our offer of a coat."
Shelly smiled. She liked these men. She looked around the bar, "Everyone of these guys would do that?" she asked.
The five men looked at all the bar patrons. Luke shook his head, "Not sayin' which of these guys, but there are a couple who'd probably take you home to their basements." The others nodded.
Buck sighed, "the brothers. You're safe with us, though."
Dan chuckled, "and of course, we're hopin' you'd be mighty grateful for protectin' you," he smiled.
