"That bitch has got to be gettin' it off with that pole."That bitch has got to be gettin' it off with that pole....I'd go nuts with that thing stuffed up against my pussy twirling round like that and sliding down that god damn pole." "Phew!" "It's no wonder they call her B.J.!" "That's probably all she can do after a night of THAT!" The song ended on the juke box and another started. Linda remembered that that was number three for B.J. and that she had to start pumping her dance songs into the box pretty soon 'cause she was up next with her set of three. She walked over to the Juke Box slowly in her see-through wrap, scanning the customers to see who she'd focus her attentions on this time up. "Boy, she thought, these guys look dead!" "This is goin' to be a damn tough shift!." "Almost as bad as her hookin' days in Parkersburg at the 'Club' before Johnny came along and knocked her up and then slipped her out of the place." As Linda stood at the machine she thought back about Parkersburg and Chris, the Club Boss, and his bitch, Hilda, who kept the girls in line. And, when they didn't stay in line, set em up for a session with Chris in the special, frightening room in the basement. "God", she thought, "I'll never forget the first time I fucked up and that bitch dragged me down there....NEVER!" She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes, thinking back to that terrible night when that big drunken son of bitch from the Shell Refinery over in Belpre had snuck up behind her at the bar and about twisted her tits off. When she stopped screaming at him and thought she had him calmed down some, he rammed his hand into her crotch and shoved his index finger up her ass as his thumb went up her pussy, panties and all, and started to literally lift her up off the stool that way. |