Pig in a Poke

Stacie decides to throw caution to the wind and runs for the “Pig in a Poke” bar. Running through the parking lot of the place she sees a few cars and a lot of motorcycles lined up next to each other, most with some sort of rain covering on. Getting to the door she slicks her wet hair back and wonders why her mother always told her not to come here, it doesn’t look too bad. With that thought she opens the entrance door and goes in.

The first thing that strikes her as she goes in is the reek of smoke. It is almost overpowering. The whole place seems hazy and dimly lit as she heads for the bar. She sees a lot of men at the tables near the back of the place being incredibly loud and boisterous. They look a lot like bikers to her, guessing they are the owners of the vehicles outside. All the other people there seem to be loaners. She does note there seems to be no girls their and once more wishes she was wearing better clothing.

Well, as Stacie looks at who’s in the bar, those people also look at her. In fact she quickly gets the attention of everyone in the place. It’s not often a beautiful young girl comes in out of the rain in a place like this. Many eyes ogle the wet teen, from her fine tits clearly visible through her soaked white t-shirt to her long, trim and muscular legs leading to a round, perky ass barely covered by an also drenched pair of shorts. The volleyball captain looks like the term “Fuck me!” personified. Many lecherous thoughts begin forming in everyone’s minds.

Getting to the unpopulated bar Stacie says to the bartender, “I just want to wait in here for the rain to stop. Is that okay?” Eyes glued to the pair of perfect breast on display before him, the bartender, a tall skinny man, replies, “No problem honey. You stay as long as you want” Seeing where he is looking Stacie glares and asks, “Is there anywhere in here I can dry off a bit?”

“We got a bathroom in the back. Here,” giving the teen a semi clean dishtowel from the counter behind him the bartender smiles, “you can use this.”

“Thanks a lot.” Stacie replies sarcastically.