The leader of the gang

“Hey there, what’s a young girl like you doing in a place like this?” the bearded man growls as she turns your head towards him.

“Umm, just waiting out the rain mister…” Stacie timidly replies.

“You want a drink honey?” he asks and steps close beside her.

“Oh, no… no thanks” she replies, “I’ll just leave when the rain stops…” and she looks to the door as if to signal that she was on her way out and at the same time hoping that the weather would improve.

“Well that could be some time…” he grunts looking at the TV, the weather report was on and promising that the storm would continue for a while, “I’ll buy you a drink and you come with me over to the table, alright?” he tells her, she gets the sense that he’s not really asking, and nod his head towards the table where six other large bikers where sitting, including two of the men whose cocks Stacie had already seen, even if she couldn’t put a face on them.

“Really mister, I’ll rather just wait it out here” she declines his offer.

He grips her arm tight and with an angry snarl hiss at her, “Listen bitch, everybody here know what goes on back there,” he nods to the bathrooms, “how long do think it takes for the rumor of willing slut like you to spread!”

“I…” she mumbles in an attempt to reply.

“Now if you wanna avoid getting gang **** by the entire fucking bar you better smarten up and realize that you want me to be on your side, okay?” he hiss in her ears only loosening his grip after her body reacted with a nod of her head. He waves to the bartender and soon Stacie is being led to the table and the rest of the gang with a strong drink in her hand.