Plan B

It was a sight for the four adults in the bar seeing a teenager alone around midnight wearing a low cut punk style tank top and a plaid miniskirt. What is she doing here, they collectively thought. A girl like that could get in troubling situations.

Jodie sat silently scanning the room not wanting to touch the glass of beer she bought. Seizing the opportunity, Ben, a big burly man gets off his stool and knocks on the corner of a nearby pool table. "Hey, miss. How 'bout a game, whaddya say?" Jodie wanted to ignore him but is worried that if she refuses things might get worse. "Ok, one game." She responds. Ben grabs a pool stick and holds it out for the girl, as Jodie reaches out to grab it though Ben pretends to trip backwards, pulling Jodie towards him into an accidental chest bump. When Jodie's chin bounced off of Ben's girth, she could smell the strong **** on his breath, as he looked down at her. "Whoops, sorry about that." chuckled Ben, giving a fake apology. The other bar patrons laugh along. "It's uh... It's fine, fine." said Jodie , a little scared, but easily recovers focusing on the game.

All throughout the game, Ben sneaks peaks at Jodie's cleavage as she bends over to take a shot, or when Ben purposely knocks the pool que on the floor. He even went as far as to rub up against her in tight spaces. Other than the inconveniences, Jodie was wining the game, which angered Ben. Jodie executed the final shot and as the eight ball was about to fall into a nearby pocket, Ben dropped his stick in it's path.

"Hey, I.." Jodie shouted, but was cut off by an irate Ben. "We don't take kindly to hustlers in here, bitch. But in your case I think we'll work something out. With Jodie offering little to no effect of resistance, burly Ben hoists her up and sits her hard on the pool table. seeing a chance to attack, Jodie kicks Ben in the gut with her showey leather boot. Ron, another patron grabs a pool stick, swings and hits Jodie on the side of her head knocking her out. After recuperating, Ben wanted to kill the girl, but Ron, a lanky, balding, unshaven man had another idea. Unbuckling her punk belt Ron's hands gripped the sides of Jodie's skirt pulling it down and off her dangling legs. Ben got in and did the same to her black panties as Ron starts Unbuckling and pushing his dirty jeans down.

Jodie began to stir and felt a hard pressing pain between her legs as she felt her back raking back and forth across the pool table.