As soon as I saw that Donnie had brought four of his boys with him I knew the matter my late payment hadn't been overlooked. Donnie? He's the guy who provides the 'security' for my bar. Security in this case meaning that my bar doesn't get put out of business as long as he gets his payments.

I wish I could get rid of the leech, but I can't, and even if he dropped dead today there'd be another just like him along tomorrow. That's the way it is in this neighborhood. So I pay him what I have to pay him and try to forget about him the rest of the time. But it looked like this time my memory was going to get jogged.

"Hi, Tonja. I think we need to review your financial arrangements. They don't seem to be working out the way they should."

I served Donnie myself as the other bar staff looked after his 'consultants'. Donnie is very upmarket with his job descriptions, especially when it comes to advising his clients on public relations. Donnie will happily take your money to advise you on how not to incur a negative PR image -- like having a face without a nose, for example, that kind of a negative image.

"Donnie, it's been a hell of a bad month. When the city closed off the road outside for major repairs it knocked hell out of my business. Guys in good shoes aren't going . . ."

"Tonja, shut up. What we need here is a little more business to business networking. So, right now, you're going home and you're going to take these guys with you for a suck and fuck session. An old bag like you should be so lucky in getting a lesson in good manners that way. But you'd better work really hard at keeping my boys happy or things could get a little tough."

His gang grinned at me, the other girls all pretended they hadn't heard him and I swallowed hard.

"Donnie, is it OK to go to a hotel, maybe?" I asked him.

"No, your place, now. Are you deaf, or what?"

"No, no. It's . . . well, my husband is at home right now."

"Yeah, old Tony the turd. I know that. So when you get home you'd better tell him to go into the bedroom and turn the TV on loud. Unless maybe he's going to get off on listening to you squawking and squealing. He can watch if you want. Marshall, the black guy, he's got something hanging on him which would really make Tony's eyes pop."

When Donnie smiled it was like watching a shark's jaws opening.

"Of course he's going to make your eyes pop out even wider, Tonja, I can guarantee that. Now get your coat and get out of here before I start getting irritable. Don't go calling Tony and spoiling the surprise party. Yeah, and before you go, I see you've got a girl here I haven't fucked yet. Tell her to come on over."

And that was that. Nothing left to do but to drive home. And every time I looked in my rear view mirror I saw the car that was sitting on my butt all the way. Watching to make sure I didn't use my cell phone. Otherwise I could at least have persuaded Tony to go out while I was having to put out for Donnie's boys. But the bastard had stopped me from even doing that. A lesson in humiliation, that was what we were both going to get -- just a sample of the Donnie treatment.

When I parked in the driveway the head honcho of the gang was out of his car before I was out of mine and already standing at my shoulder as I unlocked the door. I asked him for a couple of minutes to talk to Tony before he followed me in, and he said that two minutes was all I had. He told me his name was Bryce and he also told me what he wanted me to be wearing when I came out of the bedroom. Something sexy but with no panties. Orders from Donnie, he said, so Tony knew exactly what was going to happen to me as soon as I left him.

It was a hell of a situation to have to explain to Tony in a few seconds but he understood the score as well as I did, he knew Donnie and what the mean spirited shit is capable of. Both of us were also very well aware of how everything we have is invested in the bar and how we need to keep it going.

So Tony came into the bedroom with me and agreed to wait there until I called him. But I don't think it really got through to him about what was happening until he saw me going out of the bedroom to meet the guys wearing only a bra and a suspender. There was nothing I could say though, only hurry on out before the gang came in, and then have to listen to them laughing and jeering as they saw me. Then Bryce told me to sit down on the couch for the introductions.

Bryce's idea of an introduction was to peel me open like a split orange with his fingers.

"Start using your hands, slut," he ordered.

I grabbed hold of Marshall's big cock and reached up to stroke the balls of another guy sitting next to me on the back of the couch.

"Hi, honey," he said. "You been gang fucked before?"

I tried to smile: "No."

"It's real fucking easy," Bryce told me. "You make plenty of noise and you keep on making plenty of noise so your old man can hear you, otherwise we trash this place and then your bar."

"Yes, guys, yes, anything you want," I answered -- very quickly.

"And if you ain't making no noise you'd better have a dick in your mouth, right?"

I nodded to show that I understood him.

"OK, slut, let's bend you over and you give you a little experience at having a two on one."

I hoped to God Tony would have the sense to stay in the bedroom. Especially that he'd have enough sense to forget about the gun in the bedside cabinet. That was what I was thinking about at first as I leaned forward against the couch to give Bryce a blow job.

END OF PART ONE

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