A sexy little co-ed named Meredith

So it's back to the dive bar to re-claim Meredith. You wonder about what kind of fun she's been having with the men there, learning the ways of the dirty, used, slut. But you have a greater calling for her now. And you can't wait to tell her.

You head into the bar with confidence, up to the bartender. It's not the girl who was there before. It's a middle-aged man, long goatee. He gives you a look up and down as if he doesn't care for a white collar boy like you.

You pay it no mind. "I was here with a girl... about a week ago. She had... well, she had a little fun with the guys here. Or maybe the guys here had a little fun with her. Anyway, she was about 20 years old, red hair."

The bartender shakes his head. "Don't remember. No one like that here."

You bristle. This is an unfortunate turn of events. "Well, I don't think you were here at the time. At least not behind the bar. But maybe one of the regulars..."

"No one like that here. You from the government?" The guy isn't happy with you.

You shake your head. "Yeah, but it's not like that. I just want to..."

"Shit Jerry, just tell him." You hear someone say from behind you. You turn and see a somewhat-familiar looking guy. Maybe he was here that night.

The bartender isn't convinced. "I tell him, he's gonna take it away."

The other guy rolls his eyes. "He ain't gonna take it away. That'd be theft."

"Government already thinks it owns everything." The bartender snips. "he don't think it's theft if..."

"Oh fuck off Jerry." The guy says. "I'll just show him and I'll watch him so he doesn't take it. I gotta go anyway."

You have no idea what's going on, but your curiosity is piqued. So you follow the guy, back past the pool table to the back of the bar and into the bathroom.

And that's where you see them...

Three women, lined up on their knees where the urinals should be. All three naked, shaved pussies, pierced nipples, the words "Use Me" written across their chests... no, not written... tattooed.

All three unmoving, staring forward, hands clasped behind them, as if they were tied, but they're not. Their eyes circled in dark makeup. Their hair knotted, messy, falling down onto their shoulders. Their hair, different, all three of them.

The first, blonde, young, you think you recognize her as the girl on the floor a week ago. The second a pretty Hispanic woman, late 30's, early 40's maybe. Long dark curly hair, khaki colored skin. You recognize her too. The third girl frizzy red hair, naturally attractive. She looks so different, but you know Meredith when you see her.

"You see." the guy says. "You can't take it, because it's part of the bar now. Understand?"

You do understand. And you shouldn't be shocked. No amount of debauchery should shock you. And yet, Meredith, the headstrong girl who insisted she'd never succumb to the depravity surrounding her. Is now... this.

"Now if you don't mind, I got business." The guy says, stepping up to the blonde, unzipping his pants, taking out his cock, and releasing a stream of golden nectar at her face. Her mouth drops eagerly, almost instinctively, and you see her working to swallow as much as she can, while a decent amount pours down around her naked form. This seems to last a long damn time. Until finally it's done.

The guy grabs a handful of the girl's long blonde hair and uses it to wipe the tip of his cock clean. Then he gives her a nice hard slap across the face, wipes his hands on his pants and heads for the door.

He turns toward you. "If you gotta do your business that's fine. I'm gonna wait on the other side of the door so you don't walk out with our property. You understand." And he's gone.

And it's just you and the three girls. You step up to Meredith, or what used to be Meredith and look into her eyes, looking for a hint of recognition. She just stares through you. You sigh. Your plan to make her your new spokesperson doesn't seem to be working out.