I wondered if they would drive me home and allow me to pay them when I got home? I hung up the phone. When I turned I noticed I was not the only perso... in the back room. Two men were playing pool. Large, strong, looking men with tattoo's on their arms. I knew I was in the wrong kind of place. As I gathered up my purse one of the men stood in front of me. "Hey babe. Want us to by you a drink?" I tried to say excuse me and walk around him but he sidestepped into my path. "What is the matter?. You moan a bit “hmmm, that feels so much better, please don’t stop”, to which he eagerly continues. You decide to have some more fun with him so you stretch your arms up over your head, exposing the sides of your breasts to him, acting innocently. You tell him “I can feel the knots right from my neck to my toes, can you work all the way please”? “Sure can”, he eagerly replies and starts to rub further down your back to the waist of your skirt. He slips his hands over your waist and across your. They looked like happy faces, I found some frowns as well, but I was looking for something much worse. Finally, over in a corner sat a festering boil type of a thing. As I approached it, an ugly Halloween mask of evil reared its head and tried to scare me away. I mentally thought of a scalpel. I grabbed the head and cut it off at the base, down by where the rest of the material seemed soft, pink, and healthy. I then glared at the head. It seemed as though I had heat ray vision as I burned up. As the chef started flipping food up in the air and cutting it with deft strokes, Bree began stroking my thigh, running her hand up and down, getting dangerously close to my crotch. It was a purely physiological reaction, but I was getting an erection. Bree wouldn't have had to move her hand any closer and soon she'd be rubbing my penis. This was no accident. I took her hand off my leg and placed it in her lap. Bree frowned. I noticed that she had consumed almost all of my drink. I ordered a.