They have a drink and Robert's fingers get busy

The Zuiphuis’ inside held what its outside promised! As Jessica entered she was met with an overwhelming stench of old cigarettes and stale beer, the smell so thick she could almost taste it! It was a rather small tavern, six tables and a bar with four old stools, a pool table that somehow looked even more worn-down than the rest of the establishment, that was it.

She also immediately realized how empty it was! Except her and Robert, who made a beeline towards one of the stools – there was the bartender, a man Robert’s age, but at least twice the weight of the scrawny cab driver and almost no red hair left on his head, who stood behind his bar, wiping down a glass with an old rag.

He had a grim expression on his face that only briefly lightened up when he greeted the driver, but from the way they greeted each other she could tell they knew each other and Robert didn’t even have to say a word to get him to draw him a beer.

On the far side of the bar, leaned against the wall with an half-empty mug in hand, sat the only other customer. He was younger than the two other men, a lot actually, but still older than her. Jessica guessed him to be in his mid-thirties, although it was hard to tell in the room’s dim light. He was also in shape: she could tell that he was quite muscular under his rugged blue overalls, almost built like a body-builder. His head was shaven clean, giving him a quite menacing look.

He also was the first one to acknowledge her presence as she stood hesitantly at the entrance door unsure what to do, as he loudly yelled something in Dutch that she didn’t understand.

She smiled nervously as the other two men faced her, feeling more than a little uneasy.

“Guys, this is Jessica, my American friend!” Robert said as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it up before he added something in Dutch that made the other two men laugh. “Come here, Jessica, have a drink!”

Still hesitant, Jessica approached the bar, completely out of her element now. Pulling back the stool next to Robert she was about to sit down when he grabbed her roughly by her waist and dragged her over.

“Come here, sweet-cheeks!”

Jessica gasped with shock as she was pulled into his lap, given **** but to sit on the cab driver’s knees, too intimidated to protest as he wrapped his arm around her. “Order something!”

“I… I’m not thirsty!”

“Nonsense!” Robert chuckled, taking a drag of his cigarette, “This is my friend Gert. Don’t be impolite to him and order something to drink! Support local business…”

The three men grinned while Jessica swallowed, looking at the heavy-set bartender. She was pretty sure he was the villain of some horror flick she had seen a while ago.

“Uhm… Can I… have a coke please?”

The man nodded wordlessly, grabbing a glass and a half-empty bottle of some cheap brand Coke-knock-off, and lovelessly poured its content into the small glass before deftly setting it on the bar in front of her.

Inspecting her drink a little closer Jessica noticed that while Gert was polishing glasses at the moment, he had obviously skipped this one: it looked spotty, the markings at its rim suggesting that it hadn’t even been washed since the last person had drunk from it, but she didn’t dare to speak up, instead lifting it and taking a big drink.

It was probably the worst coke in the history of mankind… It was way too sweet, straight up sugar water, but also the bottle had been open and uncooled for a while, so her drink was stale and had room temperature!

However, sitting in Robert’s lap, she suddenly realized how long it had been since she had something to drink! She was thirsty! No matter the quality of the coke, right now it helped and she quickly had downed the contents of her glass, almost wishing for more.

As she was focused on her drink the men had struck up a conversation, talking in Dutch. While she didn’t understand anything she heard the word ‘Ajax’ come up several times, vaguely remembering that that was the name of the local soccer team. So they were talking about sports.

Just as she began to think the men had forgotten about her presence (and was quite thankful about it) she was suddenly ripped out of that illusion when she felt Robert’s calloused hand drop from her hip down to her bare inner thigh, slowly stroking the soft skin while the men continued their conversation.

Jessica froze in panic as she felt his hand on her skin. Alarmed she inconspicuously looked around, but the two other men seemed to not have noticed as Robert moved in slow, circular movements up her thigh, towards her bare, wet pussy.

Trying to draw as little attention as possible Jessica reached down and grabbed the cabbie’s wrist, intent on stopping his public advances, but the old man wasn’t bothered, easily twisting his hand free of her grip and moving up her thigh even faster, while laughing at a joke the bar’s other patron had apparently just cracked.

She was like a deer in headlights, frozen stiff, as she sat in this man’s lap, feeling his hot breath against the back of her neck as his hand closed in on her pussy.

Thinking quickly she masked a moan as a cough as his fingertips finally reached her sex, tracing her groove carefully up and down, finding it wet and wanton.

She barely suppressed a whimper as the driver began to play with her pussy, teasing her by lightly tugging her soaked labia, rubbing her outer lips and just edging around her little entrance hole. She did her best to keep a straight face, having given up any resistance, now just intent not to let anyone notice her dilemma.

“So, Jessica!” she almost screamed when Gert, the bar keeper addressed her in his low, raspy voice, but his expression was surprisingly friendly, “Where are you from, hun?”

She took a deep breath before she answered. For a moment she had thought they had noticed the cab driver's wandering hand! She fought the urge to bite her lip as she felt his rough, calloused fingers encircle her pert clit and struggled to keep a straight face... Why did it have to feel so good?!

“Uhm, I’m from CaliforniAAA!” she squeaked the last letter out with shock when Robert took that moment to swiftly jam two of his thick fingers into her slick hole, burying them knuckle-deep and spreading her open. She gripped the edge of the bar with both hands to master the sensation.

“You alright?” the bartender gave her a sharp look.

“I… I’m fine!” she assured, her voice shaky as Robert curled his fingers inside her, rubbing her slick, sensitive inner walls.

“So you’re here on holiday?”

“Uh-hu!” she muttered, feeling her poker-face splinter away as the old man found her g-spot and took plenty advantage.

“That’s nice! Are you having a good time?”

“F… fantastic!” Jessica gasped, feeling her orgasm come nearer. If he made her cum now, there was no chance in hell these men wouldn’t know! She probably wouldn’t be able to stop her scream… Why did it have to feel so good?!

“Nnngotta go to the ladies’ room!” she exclaimed way too loudly, suddenly standing up. Robert’s fingers slipped out of her, his grip not tight enough to stop her.

Without turning to see how the men reacted to her sudden outburst she quickly headed towards the hallway behind the bar where a small sign suggested the toilets.

Her face burned. That had been close! Five seconds more and she would have had a screaming orgasm in the middle of this fucking dive!

Her breath was still heavy as she pushed the door to the ladies’ open and headed straight for the sink. Turning on the faucet she repeatedly splashed cold water into her face.

Slowly her breathing calmed and she looked at her wet reflection in the mirror, bracing heavily onto the porcelain sink. Now, this was definitely an adventure…

Suddenly she realized she was being watched…