They won't leave until Jessica pays for her drink

Robert turned towards her in his seat, that amused glint in the old man’s eyes. He looked at her for a second before his eyes drifted past her towards Arne, who followed her into the room with a disgruntled look on his face.

“Told you she wouldn’t go for it…” he chuckled.

Arne shook his head as he pushed his way past Jessica, making his way back to his spot where he grabbed his half-empty beer. “Didn’t know you had picked up such a bitch…” Taking a sip he glared at Jessica, who returned the stare emotionlessly.

The driver grinned. “Well, kid… Had to find out the hard way, I guess! Well, that means you pay for my beer…”

Jessica gasped at the last comment. “What the fuck?!” she exclaimed, staring at the old man in disbelief, “You bet if I’d fuck him… for a BEER?!”

Robert shrugged. “Hey, at least I bet on you…”

The Latina shook her head, still managing to be shocked by how this man treated her. “Well, whatever… Can we get out of here, please?!”

“Sure…” the driver downed the last of his beer and sat the glass back on the counter before turning towards the bar keeper, “Arne’s gonna pay for the beer…” He winked at Gert. “That means we’re good?!”

“Yeah, WE are!” the barman grimly replied, “But your slut still has to pay for her stuff!”

“Well, that is not my problem now, is it?!”

The blood froze in Jessica’s veins – not because they acted like she wasn’t there and blatantly called her a slut, that one went right past her, but because the men now all looked at her, Gert with a grim stare, the other two with badly hidden amusement.

“That’ll be 2 Euro and thirty cents then, Jessica!” Gert demanded, giving her a humorless look.

She was mortified. What the fuck did Robert mean it wasn’t his problem? She looked at the cabbie with a pleading look, but he showed no sign of willingness to help, instead giving her that annoying smirk.

“I… don’t have any money…”

“You don’t have any money…” Gert kept a perfectly straight face, but Jessica could still tell that the men had all been in on this trick. “Why do you order a drink in my bar if you don’t have any money?”

Jessica felt her knees shiver as she stood in the middle of the bar, feeling the three pairs of eyes on her, watching her like a pack of wolves. “I… I thought that… Robert would buy me one…”

Gert let out a dramatic sigh. “You thought that Robert would pay for your drink… Robert,” he turned towards his friend, “Did you offer the Lady to pay for her drinks?”

The driver chuckled. “Did not!”

“Noo…” Jessica whimpered, giving the man another pleading look.

“What?!” the grey-haired man smirked, pulling out another cigarette and lighting it up, “I told you to order something, never said I’d pay for it… Could’ve just said you didn’t have the money!”

“But… but… but you knew I had no money!” she exclaimed, more shocked than pissed, “That’s why I couldn’t pay you for the cab ride…”

“Thought you just didn’t have enough money for a cab…” Robert grinned. He played his charade badly, but it didn’t matter. It was all just a game they played and Jessica had been outmaneuvered… “Who doesn’t have three bucks on him?!”

Jessica glared at him. “Could pay if you hadn’t stolen my purse…”

“Wait, what?!” Arne interrupted in mock shock that was just as badly acted as Robert’s performance, “You’re handing out free rides now?!”

“She sucked me off in return!” the driver mentioned casually, which caused Jessica to blush furiously under the leering stares of the three men, leaving her momentarily speechless.

“Well, that’s all nice and dandy…” Gert jumped back in. “But what about my compensation?! You’ll pay, little Lady, or you wouldn’t like the result!”

The brash threat caused Jessica’s fear to turn back to anger, glaring at the three men with fury and folding her arms defiantly. She had had just about enough of this shit! She was done here! “Fine!” she spat. “Call the cops on me! Let’s just get this over with!”

Actually, in hindsight the cops should have been her first choice. Surely they could have found her hotel somehow, without constantly harassing her. Well, better find the right path late than never…

“Oh, I don’t think you know the rules here, Miss America!” Gert shook his head, confusing her. “In this part of town we don’t rely on the police. If someone in the Zuiphuis doesn’t want to pay…” he reached beneath the counter. “… we make him pay…” Jessica gasped her eyes widening in fear as Gert produced a grimly looking baseball bat, putting it on top of the counter. “… one way or another!”

This couldn’t be happening! These men weren’t really threatening her with physical **** over a 2,30 Euro debt?!

“But I’m sure that won’t be necessary!” Gert - who now looked even more like some horror movie villain after his calmly delivered threat – added. “I’m sure you can find a way to get yourself the two Euros and thirty Cents and we will all part as friends here…”

Jessica took a deep breath, concentrating on calming her pulse. “Okay, sure, “ she muttered, telling herself to tough this one out, “So is one of you fine gentlemen gonna loan a girl in need 2 Euros and 30 Cents?”

“Hold the attitude there, sugar-tits,” Robert chimed in, earning himself another glare.

“I mean…” Arne spoke up, now with the same glint in his eyes that Robert had, “I can’t just give out money to random strangers. My boss severely underpays me…”

“Sure…” Jessica thought, knowing better than to roll her eyes, “I’m sure your boss doesn’t even appreciate how hard you work here, day-drinking on a weekday!”

“… however, if you’re **** we could come to some sort of agreement…”

Jessica gasped. After this line his approach in the bathroom suddenly did not look so sleazy anymore!

“Oh, relax!” the bald man continued as he saw her wide eyes, “I’m not going to offer to pay you 2 Euros and thirty for sex…”

Frowning she looked at him, now a little confused.

“Point is, I think my girlfriend would really like your skirt!”

“Excuse me?!” Jessica was stunned.

“Oh you heard me,” Arne grinned, “I’ll buy your skirt off you!”

“Yeah, you wish!” she scoffed, shaking her head. Not in a million years she would go bottomless in this joint!

Gert cleared his throat. “You have any other ideas, Jessica?” he said, till calmly in his Dutch-colored English. “Because I don’t see offers piling up…”

Alba was speechless. She looked from face to face, her mind racing, searching for a way out, but none of the three men seemed to be willing to help her out. She briefly considered turning on her heels and making a run for it, but quickly discarded that idea. That plan was destined to get her some broken bones…

The men stared at her with unveiled interest as she came to the realization that she had no real other possibility. It was either scream and run or do as the men suggested.

“But I am not wearing anything underneath the skirt…” she muttered before realizing that rather than making the men pity her situation she had just made it worse.

The wolfish grin on Robert’s face confirmed that.

“Fine…” her throat felt tight as she turned back towards Arne. She would survive the humiliation. She didn’t know how she’d get back into her hotel room while bottomless, but one problem at a time…

“So I give you my skirt for 2 Euro thirty, right?!” she asked, her fingers traveling to her waistline, ready to pop the button to get this over with.

“How the fuck do you get that idea?” Arne sneered, shaking his head, “No way I’m gonna spend that much on a little piece of clothing… I was thinking something along the lines of 10 cents…”

Her eyes widened, her fingers freezing just as she was about to open her skirt. Stunned she gaped at the man who grinned back at her, unable to believe he was serious. Suddenly she realized where this was going, what was in store for her. This wouldn’t be the only thing they’d make her do…

“Bastards…” she muttered, tears of humiliation springing to her eyes as she looked from one man to the other.

“Excuse me?!” Arne said loudly, “Do you have alternative offers I need to out-bid here?”

The three men laughed, making Jessica’s face burn with shame. 10 cents! 10 cents for showing these men her pussy! And that was only the start! Her shoulders slumped as it dawned on her that she did not exactly have a choice.

Biting her lips she gave the three perverts a teary glare as she complied, submitting to their whim. Keeping her legs as close together as possible she did her best not to give the men a show as she quickly shoved her skirt down her legs and stepped out of it, her lower body naked now. She immediately clasped a hand over her sex in an effort to keep her modesty, her face beet red as she picked up her discarded skirt and tossed it over to Arne. “Hope it gives you as much joy as it gave me, asshole!”

All three men laughed resoundingly at the bottomless Latina covering up her privates in the middle of the run-down bar. They had all caught a glimpse of her shaved vagina and had liked very much what they had seen. They didn’t even mind that she was covering up now, relishing her embarrassment and knowing they’d get enough chances to inspect her naked cunt.

Also, Jessica had missed the fact that she stood in front of a big mirror on the far side of the wall, giving the men a great opportunity to admire the reflection of her firm, round butt. A mouth-watering sight, the two tight, golden cheeks!

Arne pulled out his wallet and produced a small golden coin, dropping it into Jessica’s empty coke glass. “Think this was a good investment!” he grinned leeringly at her, waving her denim skirt teasingly.

“Two twenty to go, Jessica!” Robert grinned, leaning against the bar, “Any more offers to our American guest, boys?”

“Think I’ll be able to give you another 10 cents for the top, Miss!” Gert dryly said, a hint of a smile on his pudgy face.

Knowing it was no use to argue anymore Jessica complied. Shaking her head she angled herself away from the men to give them less of a show as she grabbed a hold of her shirt and swiftly pulled it over her head. The men gaped at her bare tits as they bounced free, round and firm and golden, capped with pink, succulent nipples. Damn, this girl was hot!

Tossing her white top over the counter Jessica quickly covered up again, one arm crossed over her chest, the other back over her pussy in a **** effort to maintain some level of decency as she felt the men’s leering gazes, standing naked save for the light-brown, studded boots in front of three men as Gert grabbed another coin from the register and dropped it into her glass with a loud ‘ping’.

She really had a stunning figure! Young and firm, yet soft and curvy, her skin was caramel colored and smooth… A wet dream come to life!

“Anything else I can sell you guys?” she hissed, feeling hot tears in her eyes as they inspected her.

The men didn’t answer for a moment, enjoying the display of supple, young skin in front of them, her arm that shielded her stiff nipples from their gaze at the same time also pushed her breasts up and together in an appealing way. To their surprise the mirror behind Jessica revealed a rather slutty detail: the girl had a trampstamp in form of a little blue bow, an inch above her tight, little ass-crack. With her demeanor it was not something they had expected!

Giving each other knowing glances Robert spoke up again. “Well, I don’t think any of us are in need for boots… besides you look so nice wearing them!” licking his lips he leaned forward, grinning at the exposed, embarrassed starlet. “But I have an idea on how you could earn some more money…”