"Just about finished," Randy said, wiping down the bar. "Five, ten more minutes."

"I'll wait in my car," Debby said, rising. She needed some fresh air. "It's the blue Pontiac."

"Sure thing," Randy replied, moving to the cash register and emptying it. "We're gonna have a good time."

Oh yes, we will, Debby thought as she left the bar and headed for her car. I can almost see it now. His big, thick cock sliding in and out of my pussy, then the sensation of being filled with his boiling cum. And after he'd fucked her, she would nestle between his powerful thighs and suck his prick into her throat and… A pair of hands clutched her throat as she opened the car door. Instantly, other hands were on her, forcing her inside. She was thrown over the seat, and before she could realize what was happening, the car jerked forward.

"It's me, baby," the deep voice boomed at her. It was the voice of the man who had approached her at the bar.

"Where do you want to fuck her, Tony?" the driver said. "At the house?"

"Naw, right here," Tony laughed, pushing Debby down on the back seat. "OK, bitch, spread those sweet thighs and get ready for a hard fucking."

Debby couldn't remember being so terrified. A million disjointed thoughts crashed inside her mind. It couldn't be happening! It was a nightmare.

But it was happening.

Instead of a wonderful evening with Randy, she was going to be raped by this vile biker. And in the back seat of her own car!

"Don't… please don't," she begged, clawing at his leather jacket. "You're hurting me."

"Shut up, whore," Tony grunted, then locked his lips firmly around her mouth. He jabbed his tongue inside, then curled the tip of it over the roof of her mouth. "Mmmmmmm sweet piece."