Immy’s last day at the bar

\[mf, lesbian, rape, necro, necksnap, cum, commission\]



The bar on the bottom floor of the hotel was almost empty. Only people here were female bartender and a female patron who she was talking to. The building was a century old, but recently renovated, interriors remade to the standards of modern design, and the staff made sure everything here was spotless. The bar room itself was partitioned in two areas by a lattice divider. On one side there was the bar itself, with stools with leather seats lining the counter. Here, at least during the day, large windows cast natural light. Area further away was a more intimate, windowless, it had tables with shiny, almost mirror surfaces and comfortable leather chairs with round seats and low armrests. Black and white posters hung on the walls, mounted between dim wall lamps.

The bartender, Immy, was wearing hotel bartender's uniform - white button-up shirt, grey vest and black trousers. She had a short, blond bob haircut from shaggy strands, with shorter locks at back, and longer locks at front that framed her pretty face. Immy was a rather tall girl, athletic and skinny, at least above waist. Her hips were wide, and her tight trousers couldn't hide the shape of her juicy, round butt.

Immy was talking to a hotel guest, blond woman in red dress. The blonde had been asking about a blue-haired girl she used to see behind the counter, and who wasn't working here anymore.

"You can leave me your number," Immy told her. "I'll make sure she gets it, if I meet her again."

"Even if you don't. Call me anyway!" the blonde replied.

She bent over the counter, and wrote down her number on the napkin, and bit her lip. She couldn't say "I want you to eat me out" more clearly, which Immy actually wouldn't mind at all. Immy replied with a smile.

"Maybe after my shift?" she said.

"I will be waiting."

The blonde walked out, swaying her hips, until she disappeared in the foyer. Turned out, Immy wasn't the only one following blonde with her eyes. While Immy was talking to the blonde, three men had entered the bar. A heavy man in a grey suit and golden tie seemed to be the leader. He was accompanied by two men in unremarkable black suits without ties. The three ogled the blonde, and when she was gone, they approached the counter.

"You new here?" golden tie said. "You can call me Mr. Cook. Bring three negronis over there."

Without waiting for Immy's reply he turned and walked to the bar's secluded area. Two men in black silently followed him. She made the drinks, placed them on the tray, and brought them to the other side of lattice divider. Three men were sitting at the corner table. Mr. Cook's lips were curved in a crooked smirk, the other two stared at her expressionless. She placed the glasses in front of each of the three men. Immy didn't think much about Mr. Cook or his companions. She was used to seeing wealthy morons like these in the bar almost every day. "Just some rich idiot, who thinks the world belongs to him,"she thought.

Immy placed the last drink in front of Mr. Cook, when his hand painfully smacked her butt, and remained there, on her left ass cheek.

"Eeek!" Immy shreeked.

She felt Mr. Cook's hand envelop whole lower buttock, his fingers dig into her flesh. He was grabbing her butt as if he was its rightful owner. His fingers explored her ass flesh, digging closer and closer to her crotch.

"Your tits leave much to be desired," Mr. Cook said. "But your ass is fine!"

Immy felt his fingers quite unceremoniously rub at her asshole through the layers of fabric. She raised the tray over her shoulder, signalling that she wasn't opposed hitting Mr. Cook with it.

"Stop at once!" Immy shouted. "Or I will call security!"

The men laughed at her. She grabbed Mr.Cook's hand and with some effort finally succeeded to push it away and free her butt from his grip. Immy felt her face was red.

"You are not allowed to do that!" she told Mr. Cook.

"Don't be mad, sugar," first time she heard one of the other two men say something.

With her tray in hands Immy rushed back behind the counter, where she felt more safe. Immy slowly calmed down. Calling security was probably useless. Nobdy else saw anything, the bar was empty. Rich people! Only reason she remained at this job was that hotel paid her very well. Accidental and not so accidental touching was something she constantly had to experience in this job, but Mr. Cook was something completely else! He had grabbed her ass like a piece of supermarket meat.

"Why have they always be men?" Immy thought, still flushing. "I wouldn't mind being groped by a wealthy mommy. That would be kinda hot."

She thought about the blonde whose phone number she had. It would be cool she was rich. Immy tried to keep her mind off the encounter with Mr. Cook by cleaning already clean glasses. She tensed when both Mr. Cook's companions showed up at the bar again.

"Mr. Cook sends apologies," one of he men in black said. "This is for your trouble."

Some banknotes scattered on the counter.

"Bring us another round of drinks," the other man added. "Mr. Cook has an offer for you. You better hear him out."

Both left again, before Immy could say anything. She thought about it for a second, then pocketed the money. Immy made another three drinks and brought them to Mr. Cook's table. She put them in front of Cook's companions first.

"No hard feelings, ok?" Mr. Cook said. "You know how pretty girls make men go crazy. I have an offer for you."

"Your buddies mentioned that," Immy replied. "I'm not interested in any offers from you."

"Their names are Mr. Hill and Mr. Howard, by the way."

Immy placed the last drink in the middle of the table. Mr. Cook would need to reach for it himself.

"I offer you to entertain me tonight in the penthouse over there."

He pointed to the ceiling. Immy gave him a stern look.

"Don't waste your time. I am a lesbian," she said.

Immy turned on her heels and walked away. She felt she didn't let Mr. Cook win this time. Nontheless, she took a deep breath of relief only after some time the three men walked by the bar and out into the foyer. Immy was alone at the bar for the rest of the day.

After the work Immy headed for her car. She entered a short hallway that had a door that lead to the outside. This is when two dark figures appeared in her way.

"Ahh!" startled, Immy screamed.

They were two Cook's companions, who he had introduced as Mr. Hill and Mr. Howard. They didn't waste time to explain themseves. Hill's fist crushed into her solar plexus, cutting off her scream. Immy bent over, gasping for air, and tears sprung from her eyes. She felt someone - Howard - squeeze her butt.

"That is a nice ass," she heard him comment.

Hill put a canvas bag over Immy's head. She felt being lifted in the air, still gasping, struggling to inhale.

"Sugar, you will go to the penthouse," she heard muffled voice. "It's the offer you can't refuse!"

One of them held her feet, the other was pulling her up under ther armpits. She was being carried somewhere. Immy tried to wriggle out of their grip and scream from under the bag. She felt the floor hit her back, and next moment another fist delivered a punch to her belly. Immy curled in fetal position, wheezing.

"Why do lesbians fight so much?" somebody wondered.

"Soon she won't be a lesbo anymore," another voice replied.

Immy felt being lifted again, this time one man held her on his shoulder, while the other held her feer up on his shoulder. Hill and Howard carried her somewhere, then she heard automatical doors open and beeps of elevator buttons. After short and confusing journey Immy felt the floor under her feet. Doors closed behind her. Immy's bag was removed from her head.

She was on the top floor, in the hotel's penthouse, overlooking city's skyline. The room had large, wall-sized windows. Soft couch curved around the center of the place, and Mr. Cook sat in the center of the couch. Immy stared at him with weariness. Howard grabbed her upper arm and pulled her closer.

"You're playing hard to get," Mr. Cook said. "I like girls who do that."

Immy looked around. There was a double door with ornate handles behind her. Hill and Howard watched her with expressionless faces.

"There was that blue-haired girl," Mr. Cook said. "She worked at the bar too. Short one with the pointies. Played hard to get too."

Immy widened her eyes. The blue-haired girl who worked at the bar with her and had disappeared suddenly. She was cute, and Immy did regret not befriending her when she had the chance.

"What did you... do to her?" she asked uncertainly.

"She played... Ended up on my dick anyway."

Immy's breaths quickened.

"Now she's rotting in a trash bag. You did put her in bag?" Mr. Cook asked.

"No, no trash bag," Howard replied.

"Correction - no bag."

Immy turned and dashed for the exit. She knew she had to escape before late. She didn't get far. Hill jumped in her way and punched Immy in the belly. Immy fell on the floor. The bodyguards picked her up from the floor.

"Don't mess her up too much," Howard whispered to his buddy.

The pain was excruciating. Hill and Howard put her on her feet and stood back again. Immy was holding hands on her aching midriff and breathing heavily.

"Don't waste my time, start undressing!" Mr. Cook said. "Do it slowly."

Immy blinked. This all felt like a bad dream. She unbuttoned her vest, pulled her arms out of the holes, and dropped the vest on the floor.

"Get rid of the shoes."

Immy did as ordered. Standing, she pulled off one shoe, then another, and dropped them besides her. Standing barefoot made her feel even more vulnerable.

"Now the shirt. Don't be shy."

She unbuttoned the shirt and let it slide off her shoulders.

"Now turn around, show me your ass. Do it sexy!"

Immy turned around as told, pushed the trousers down over her hips. She bent forward, showing Mr. Cook what he wanted to see. It still felt like a bad dream. Now Immy was in her underwear. There was a red bruise on her aching belly.

"Take it all off."

Immy dropped the bra. She tried to cover her nipples with one hand. With free hand she pulled off her panties and finally remained naked, covering her breasts and pussy with hands. She looked away, trying to not meet Mr. Cook's eyes.

"Spin around," Mr. Cook said. "Did I already tell you you have a nice ass? Come closer."

She walked towards the man on the couch, where Mr. Cook unbuttoned his pants. His cock was thick and erect, with a massive mushroom head. His balls were plump and round, boiling with cum.

"On your knees."

Immy stared at Mr. Cook's dick. She couldn't believe he wanted her to take that thing in her mouth. The thought petrified her.

"I guess you don't have much experience with these?"

He pulled Immy down by her arm, and she dropped on her knees. His hand grabbed her hair and pulled girl's face close to the mushroom head. Immy couldn't turn away from it. The dick touched her lips, its smell entered her nostrils.

"Open and suck!" Mr. Cook growled.

Immy couldn't resist. Her lips parted and immediately his dick filled her mouth. Her nose was pressed at Mr. Cook's belly. He moved her head up and down, painfully pushing the dick at the back of her throat. Immy stopped covering her nipples and pussy, and used her hands to prop herself up. Saliva formed in her mouth, stirred to bubbles and spilled out and over the dick. Her chin pressed at Mr. Cooks wet balls. Immy's face was red. It was hard to breathe, as the dick filled her mouth and throat. She pushed at Mr. Cook's knees and tried to get herself further away. Mr. Cook continued fucking her mouth, for what felt like forever.

Suddenly Mr. Cook held her face pressed close at his crotch and stood up. Immy bent backwards, and felt the cock between her lips tense. It shot out cum in what felt like a small explosion inside her mouth. She wanted to spit it out, but couldn't as he kept holding her on top of his dick. Immy had no other choice than swallow all his warm, sticky cum.

"Good girl," he said. "Was this the first time sucking a man?"

He let her go, and Immy fell on her back. She stared at the ceiling. She could feel this man's warm goo amass in her belly. Shocked, Immy covered her midriff with her hands.

"Your tits are only ok. It's the booty you can be proud of," she heard him say.

Mr. Cook picked Immy from the ground by the hair, and threw her on the couch, face first. She landed with her much hurt belly on the backrest, head down to the seat cushion. Mr. Cook's hands were squeezing her buttcheeks again, kneading them like dough. Immy tried to look up. Through blurry eyes she saw the interrior of the penthouse and two figures in black who kept standing there, watching. Immy wondered if Mr. Hill and Mr. Howard often witness their boss fuck girls. The thought was interrupted by feeling of Mr. Cook's thumbs pushing into her butthole.

Mr. Cook rammed his still hard dick inside her. She still vividly remembered the feeling of Mr. Cooks's dick inside her throat. Now he was pushing it into her butthole, unceremoniously violating her from the back. Immy screamed from pain. She kicked with her legs.

Mr. Cook pushed himself in, then started thrusting, slowly, then faster. Immy's face brushed at the fabric of the couch cushion. Her ass was up in the air, as he was painfully fucking it, and she could only kick her legs. She felt Mr. Cook's cum from her stomach flow from back into her throat. She gagged and spit the watery goo out, on the cushion. Out of place thought came to Immy's mind.

"Maybe you can rape and kill me," she thought. "But at least I will ruin your couch."

Immy almost laughed, still moving in rythm of Mr. Cook's thrusts. Suddenly he stopped, pulled her ass closer, she felt hot cum flow into her asshole. Mr. Cook's dick popped out of her hole, while it was still cumming. Immy felt his cum stream over her buttocks and lower back. Mr. Cook slapped her ass and let her go. Immy remained hanging over the backrest, too miserable and exhausted to do anything, and awaited her faith. Mr. Cook turned to his bodyguards.

"Get rid of her. Do to her what you want," he said. "Just finish her off first."

He went to a bar to pour himself a drink. Hill looked at Howard with a raised eyebrow.

"You or me?"

He shrugged in response. Hill walked to Immy, wrapped his hands around her neck in a headlock and pulled her off the couch to the floor. Immy grabbed his arm, feeling the breath being taken away from her. There was no much energy left in her to fight, but she tried to kick her legs. Immy's face turned dark. Howard, laughing, slapped her small boobs and shaking thighs. Hill choked her for some time.

"This is not working," Howard said. "Let me try."

Hill released Immy, who dropped on the floor, gasping for air. Howard came from behind, pressed his palm on girl's chin, put the other hand on the back of her head. Immy didn't like the feeling of his grip. She pawed at him. Howard grunted and with a quick motion turned Immy's head around.

"Crack!" Immy's neck broke.

"That's how you do it," Howard said.

He released the girl and stood up. Immy fell and lay on the floor on her back, with face turned back and her nose flat on the floor. Messy blond hair of the back of her head faced up. Both guards watched the girl's body convulse.

"She would jiggle more, if you had left her ass up," Hill commented.

"Next time you show how it's done, smarty! Grab her legs."

Both men picked Immy up and carried her out of the penthouse. They took the stairs to carry her to the top floor, where they brought dead girl's body to a janitor's closet. In the closet Hill and Howard threw her on the table and got their dicks out. Howard started to fuck Immy in the pussy, while Hill used her backwards turned head to fuck her in the mouth. Hill rubbed her dead little titties with still hard nipples. Howard slapped her thighs. It was just a warmup, as Hill and Howard both could think only about Immy's ass. They turned her lifeless body on the belly.

"What do you say about a coinflip?"

Hill flipped a coin and won the right to fuck Immy's ass before Howard. He massaged her butt cheeks with his hands, while his dick pushed deeper inside her asshole. Howard watched and in anticipation rubbed his dick over dead girl's lips, nose and eyes. Hill came and shot his jizz inside Immy's asshole. He went to clean his dick in dead girl's hair. Howard had stroked himself enough and shot his load all over shiny dead buttocks, drawing white ropes of cum that filled Immy's buttcrack. They took a break and continued until the girl's body had completely cooled down.

Some time later, finally satisfied, Mr. Cook's guards carried the body to a garbage chute in the wall. Hill opened the lid, and they pushed the naked girl into the opening. First her head, then the rest of Immy disappeared in the darkness. Only thing that remained was the sound of her falling down the metal chute.