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.
Shelly looked around and smiled, "My heroes, like the Knights of the Round Table. You know, I've never thought about the X-rated versions of those fairy tales, but it would be rude if the damsel in distress didn't thank them properly," she laughed.
The five men took turns asking her questions and as she started her second mojito she finally heard a song she recognized. This Kiss by Faith Hill. She was tapping her foot feeling no pain when Luke stood up.
"Ma'am, could I talk you into a dance?"
Shelly felt like doing exactly that and took his hand letting him lead her out to the dance floor. She was happy no one was line dancing as she'd only seen that on television. At first, Luke held her gingerly as if she were fragile, but then she realized he was respecting her marital status. "You don't need to be so formal," she said, "How would you dance with your girl?"
"I'd be throwing her around, catching her, but I get your drift," he said as he pulled her close. Soon, their thighs were between each other, their chests pressed together. She was surprised his hands never left her back, especially after all those men took whatever liberties they wanted with her body in the woods.
Dan came over as the song ended and another started. He was just as respectful of her status and she wished someone would feel her ass. She looked over at other couples and saw hands on asses, breasts, and crotches flexing against crotches. She then realized that the girls were just as free with their hands, gripping the men's tight blue jeans. On a whim she said softly, "you work out, or are you this hard from work?" she slid her hands onto his muscular ass and squeezed.
Dan laughed, "Not sure what you mean by work out, you mean lift weights? Nah, when I'm not doing construction the only thing I want to lift is a beer, or," he picked Shelly up and spun her around, "or a beautiful woman."
Shelly felt a firmness increasing against her thigh and smiled. This was more what she was used to when dancing with other men. "Well, I'd say it'd be a waste of time anyway," she said as she felt his biceps.
Dan slid his huge hands onto Shelly's ass, "You are no slouch yourself," he said. He was right, no panties. No bra, no panties...was she really waiting for her husband? As she wasn't objecting to his hands on her ass, he ground his cock against her. She was pressing her pussy back into his thigh. His hand was sliding onto her firm sideboob when the song ended and Buck tapped him on the shoulder.
Shelly felt Buck's crotch press against her thigh immediately along with his hands on her ass. She was enjoying dancing with these men as they all took charge. She didn't object as a rough hand cupped her breast and just moved her arm over his to block anyone from seeing this. She let out a soft moan as he played with her erect nipple. She felt herself getting wet as he pressed his hard cock into her leg. She was jolted back to reality as the song ended and another man replaced Buck.
She must have danced with every guy in the bar and she soon found out who the brothers were. They all saw she didn't object to getting felt up, but these two slid their hands under her dress and freely fingered her right on the dance floor.
The other brother not only put two fingers roughly inside her but turned Shelly's back to the tables and pulled up the back of her dress while stroking her bare ass.
Doug pulled into the parking lot, his stomach in knots. That was the longest hour of his life. He parked his BMW in the back corner out of sight and as he headed to the front door, he looked for any rocking trucks or fogged glass. Nothing. He opened the door and looked around before seeing Shelly dancing with a large man who had one hand cupping her breast, the other on her ass pulling her close.
He went over to the bar and the cute girl came over plopping a coaster down, "What can I get you?" she asked.
Doug took his eyes off his wife and smiled, "Beer, anything craft. IPA?"
