I've been doing the night shift at the diner for a couple of months now, trying to save enough money to get out of this god-awful town; it was nothing but rain and emptiness.
You either stay and die or leave and live, and I was desperate to live or at the very least feel alive.
I loved working at the diner; the uniform was my favorite. It was a 50s style red and white checked dress that came to my mid-thighs and buttoned at the front.
I always kept a couple of buttons undone just to see my cleavage a bit, I had perfect rough D cup breasts, and I was proud of them.
And a white apron tied into a bow just above my perky round butt. I wore ankle-high socks with lace around the top and tennis shoes. I was only 5 foot, with light brown hair. I always had it in a high ponytail. Green eyes and cute light freckles on the bridge of my nose and across my naturally rosy cheeks.
The diner was about a mile out along the highway; truckers mainly use it for a quick coffee or a meal which meant it didn't get that busy.
It was your typical Saturday night; I cleared away the empty plates and coffee cups, said goodnight to the last couple of truckers. I loved having the truckers stop in. They were always up for a chat; it's lonely out on the road, as many often told me, yet none had ever tried to pick me up, which was a relief and somewhat comforting.
It had been about 20 minutes; I was sweeping out the back room when I heard the door ring open again.
"Just a minute!" I called out to whoever was there, beginning to become nervous when I didn't get a reply back.
My stomach started to knot when I came out to see a gang of scary-looking bikers I hadn't seen before standing there; I quickly scanned the room counting 3 of them.
I took a deep breath and put on a welcoming smile.
"How can I help you gentlemen tonight?" I asked as confidently as I could.
Before I could even speak another word, the biggest of the 3,
which I'm guessing was the leader, from the way the other 2 stood slightly behind and seemed to admire him but also fear him
, locked the front door shut, and came forward toward me. He was at least 6 foot tall, with dark eyes and dark hair that was a bit too long and uncut; his face was also unshaven. He was wearing jeans and a leather motorbike jacket with many different patches, none with anything I could recognize on them. He looked pretty solid from could see. He was covered almost head to toe in tattoos. He pulled out a gun from behind him, leaned across the counter, and placed the weapon down loud enough to give me a little jump. He seemed to enjoy the fear on my face, a slight smile across his face.
"How about you give us all that cash in here," He said while tapping the register.
"Yes, of course, here, just please don't hurt me," I said while putting the cash into a bag, trying not to make eye contact with him.
We had barely made $1000 that night. I was hoping they wouldn't find my tip jar. It was all I was making at the moment.
I shakily handed him the bag. He snatched it out of my hand, making me jump, causing one of the other men to chuckle. I quickly looked over at him.
He was long and skinny, at least 5'8, bald and pale white with tattoos coving his whole head and neck. He seemed to frighten me the most.
The other man looks almost harmless compared to the others. He was only 5'5 tall, quite chubby, and he looked like he kept himself a bit more tidy than the other, shaven face and washed hair.
"What the fuck is this?!" He yelled, looking into the bag, snapping my focus back to him.
"There's barely anything in here; what kind of game you tryin' play bitch?" He yelled sharply. His sudden change in demeanor frightened me. I could feel the tears start to well in my eyes.
"Wh... What do you mean? That's all there was. I'm sorry," I said, as tears started to slowly drop down my cheeks, worried about what would happen next.
He stood back, looking at me, and paused for a few minutes.
"Well, you see, my boys and I rode a fair while to get here, and there's barely enough money to split between us to even cover the fuel, and I'm not one to disappoint my men." He said smugly, whiling turning to his men.
They both smirked while looking at me.
"Now, I guess you're just going to have to make this worth our while, arent you, pretty baby?" He said, coming up behind me. I could smell the beer and tobacco on his breath as he growled softly in my ear, making the hairs on my neck stand up.
"What do you think, lads?" He said while grabbing one of my arms, twisting and holding them roughly behind my back, and grabbing my face with the other hand, pulling me back toward his body. "Should we have a little fun?" He placed a slow lick up the left side of my face, tasting my fearful tears.
The two other men walked towards me, smiling at me and licking their lips hungrily.
"Let's start with these clothes!" The long skinny man grinned while pulling out a switchblade, flick it open, and cut my dress in one quick, assertive motion. He ripped the rest of my dress down over to my waist, exposing my tits and black lace bra.
