The thirty minutes seems to take forever. As she walks back towards her workplace, with five minutes to go, she passes a maroon van parked on the side...of the road. Just as she nears it, the side door slides open. She observes the Author. Quickly he grabs her , dragging her into the back of his van. Before she can scream he smacks her across the face. A gag is then stuffed in her mouth. She is so shocked that she hardly moves before her hands are grasped firmly in his, which he jams behind her. Candy was not yet old enough to get in to the club. Yet, she had been in there so many times, she was almost a regular. bro-bro looked down at the sweet young girl, remembering the last time he let her in the club. As the smile creeped across his face, Candy took her cue and slowly eased to her knees. She held his gaze with her eyes while she undid his zipper and pulled out his thick black cock. bro-bro was not easily swayed, so Candy was well aware of the task in front of her. Still. Unfortunately, bar work was at a premium and there were no openings anywhere. In desperation, I answered an advert for a barman in a gay bar in the city. I didn't expect to get a reply but the owner phoned me up and offered me the job, despite the fact that I wasn't gay. "I don't know if you can hack it," he said. "All our barmen earn good money, which they can double in tips. You have to work naked apart from a little black leather thong and matching sandals. I have to warn you that some of. I think you want this as much as I do, am I right?" she said in a soft whisper."Well, I can't say I don't want it but you are my friends wife, this is wrong." I tried saying that out loud to not only remind her it was wrong but to maybe convince myself as well."You know, he's been drinking and he's out, passed out. You know how he is, he'll be out for hours. He never needs to know what goes on in here tonight. Me? I hardly drank at all tonight. I wanted to be completely sober when I did this.".