Jim tells her to get up

"Wipe your face off and get up here, slut." Jim growled from above her.

Krissy winced slightly at the tone and the language, but she used her shirt to wipe her face off and obediently pulled herself up from under the table to sit next to Jim in the booth again.

Jim was taking a long drink from his mug when Krissy got out from under the table. She looked around in disbelief, noting that the facefucking she'd just received in the bar had gone seemingly unnoticed by everyone but Jim and his leering friends across the table.

It was a dark bar, it was loud, and everyone here had probably been drinking most of the day and night, but surely someone saw what had happened and would help her get out of this situation.

Krissy stopped looking around as she made eye contact with Jim again.

"You paid your way, slut. Get out of here and clean yourself up. You're a damn mess." He said. Krissy nodded vigorously and scrambled to get out of the booth before Jim's friends decided to try something with her. Jim refused to budge and Krissy had to practically climb over him to get out of the booth. He chuckled as she wriggled over him, enjoying the feel of her soft curves against him.

Krissy practically fell out of the booth onto the floor as she made her escape, but stood quickly, crossing her arms across her full breasts, her tight shirt wet with the spilled beer and her own spit, wiping a stray tear from her face as she darted for the women's room.