Big Jan, Little Jan, Part 7 by wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com) The nearly wall-sized man sitting on a stool just inside the dim, smoke-filled bar startled Jan as her eye adjusted to the changes of light. The bouncer sat stoically with his arms crossed over his chest glaring at them over an unlit cigar. He was bald with a goatee, covered with tattoos and wearing dark sunglasses. "Hey, Toby," Sharon said squeezing his large biceps, turning to wink at Jan. She stepped inside behind her friend, bumping into her back as the heavy door nudged her forward. The large bar, off to the left, had two men behind the counter serving drinks while the jukebox in the opposite corner was blaring out country music. Several people were standing around the room or were sitting around the sparse tables or at the bar. Jan got an uneasy feeling when everyone stopped to look at them as they entered. "Sharon, can you please take me home now?" "In a while, Honey, just relax, they're harmless." Glancing around, she noticed the same destitute expression on men's the cold, hard faces. The ones who appeared as if they actually had jobs were definitely blue-collar workers as apparent from their dirty work clothes and uniforms. An older woman, pushing 50, sat at the end of the bar smoking and talking to the gray-haired man next to her, laughing and touching his arm frequently. The only other woman was on the makeshift dance floor dirty dancing between two men who kept rubbing various parts of her body. The plus-sized woman was a few years younger than she and wore a short tight skirt, causing her stomach fat to hang over the waistband. The silver and red sequin blouse was partially unbuttoned exposing the cups of white bra. At the back of the bar were two pool tables, both with men playing and an idle pinball machine being used as a seat by a man hardly out of his teens. A few spectators stood around the pool tables, drinking and watching the men shoot. "Come meet my boss," she said pulling her by the wrist toward the bar. Jan felt seriously under-dressed, worried how she looked as Sharon had insisted she wear some of her clothes to the bar. Not only were they a size or two too small, they're also not her taste and showed a little too much skin. Sharon wore a pair of glittery tight shorts, Hooter's style, with a tight tee shirt she had knotted just under her braless breasts, exposing her less than flat stomach. The three inch heels completed her outfit as she headed to the bar, dragging Jan along behind her. "Max, this is my friend, Jan, I was telling you about," she said pulling out a stool for her to sit. "Hi there, Sexy, I've heard a lot about you," he said winking, extending his hand with a smile. She accepted it, shaking it warily. "Whatcha drinkin'?" he asked pulling down a glass from the overhead rack. "Oh, nothing. I've had enough for tonight." "Nonsense, have one on me," he said wiping the glass with the towel he had tucked under his belt. "I don't know..." "You like rum and coke? It's popular with the ladies around here." She smiled at that comment. She was pretty sure not many *ladies* ever came into this dive. "Yea, okay, just one," she replied watching as he filled the glass with ice. Turning, she looked for Sharon, noticing she was standing beside a table with three men taking a drink order. The three men were smiling, one had his arm around her waist and the other was stroking her inner thighs. She noticed her looking and waved. "Here's your drink," he said setting it in front of her as she turned back around to take a sip. The strong drink burned her throat as she swallowed. There wasn't much *coke* in it at all. A man reached over her shoulder, dropping five dollars on the counter and ordered two more beers, placing his hand on her back for support. She could smell his sweat and pungent underarms as he reached for them. She turned away, sipping on her drink. "So, Jan, what is it you do?" Max asked smiling as he leaned onto the bar, his face about a foot away from hers. She grinned politely. "Nothing really, just a boring old housewife." "I'm sure you're not boring, but I meant about your trick. What kinda trick is it?" "Huh? I don't understand. I don't do tricks." "That's not what Sharon says. She told me you do some kinda weird trick that will freak everyone out. I'm curious to know what that is." Turning to look for Sharon, she spotted her setting bottles onto a table with the guy's hand all over her ass. "I think I should go," she said standing and rushing to her friend. "Sharon, I want to leave, NOW!" she screamed out from about 10 feet away as she hurried to her. "What? Why so soon? We just got here!" "I just don't feel right about this place. And Max is asking me about a trick that I do. What exactly did you tell him?" "A trick? I didn't say a trick. He must have misunderstood me." "Then what did you say?" "I, uh, told him you were my main chick, you know my best friend." Jan stared at her with suspicion, but didn't want to make an issue out of it. "Go sit and finish your drink. I'll call Vinnie to see how much longer `til he's here." Reluctantly she went back, noticing that a man was sitting on her stool. Max said something to him and he got up when she returned and stood adjacent to her. "I'm Jake," he said extending his hand. "Jan," she replied shaking it. "You must be new here. I've never seen you before." "Yea, I don't get out much." "She's Sharon's friend," Max interjected wiping the counter where her drink had left a ring. "Ohhhh, okay. You're a working girl then, eh?" "A WHAT? NO I'm certainly not a *WORKING GIRL* she retorted. "Sorry, didn't mean to get your panties in a knot. I was just thinking that if you were, maybe we could..." he stopped talking and made a clicking sound with his teeth. "There's a room in back for that sort of thing," he added pointing to the corner. "Fifty bucks-a-fuck," he added with a wink. If she hadn't been through so much these past few days and didn't have so much to drink so far tonight, she would have slapped his face. She jumped as someone grabbed her sides from behind and she turned to see a tall man wearing a cowboy hat standing behind her with both hands just above her waist. "You're Jan, right?" he asked leaning down to shout in her ear over the music. "Yea?" "The waitress over there told me your name," he said waving his thumb toward Sharon. She grimaced. "I think you've got the nicest tits I've ever seen." Her eyes widened. "Yea, I gotta agree," the man sitting on the stool next to her added turning toward her with a smile. She felt trapped with Max leaning across the bar, the cowboy standing right behind her, Jake so close that he was able to rub her leg with his knee and the man sitting to her right bend forward, touching her exposed shoulder. "Let's dance," cowboy said pulling her from the stool and toward the small raised area used as a dance floor. The chubby girl was sitting at a table between the two men with her head thrown against the back of the seat. The two men were taking liberties with her now exposed breasts and she was giggling like a school girl. She looked for Sharon and couldn't find her as the man pulled her close and began swaying back and forth. He was tall and slouched over to pull her to his chest. Right away his hands went to her ass and began rubbing them. Reaching behind, she pried his hands away just as Sharon emerged from somewhere. "I gotta talk to her," she said pulling away from her partner and grabbing Sharon by the sleeve. "What's going on?" "What do you mean?" "These guys seem to think I'm a prostitute!" she shouted as the song ended highlighting her last three words and causing everyone to stare at her. Glancing around to all the grim faces, she moved closer. "I want to go home," she repeated. "Snakes' on his way here." "Snake? I thought Vinnie was coming." "Oh he'll be coming alright, but not right away. Why don't we go to the restroom and powder our noses," she said grabbing her by the wrist. Jan struggled but followed, as she was lead to the decrepit door with worn letters indicating it was the "W MEN'S" restroom. The door squeaked opened, mounted on by one hinge and a wire clothes hanger as the women entered. The music was muffled, but still too loud in the small room. "Here, this will make you feel better," she said pulling the small zip lock baggie of white powder from her pocket. "No, Sharon, I don't want any more of that." "You know you want it. Come on just a little. Just like before." Jan stared at the square plastic bag and subconsciously licked her lips. It made her feel so much better, so energetic, and almost invincible. All of her problems and pains disappeared and she felt incredibly happy. She wanted it, but... "No one will ever know, I promise. Just a little nose candy to relax you. You seem too uptight." "I don't know, Sharon," she said not taking her eyes off of the bag. "Here, let me set it up for you," she said wiping the dirty counter with a piece of toilet paper and sprinkling out two piles. She kept a razor blade tucked under the sink cabinet and bent over to get it, dividing the piles out into lines. "Here," she said handing her the straw. "Just two quick sniffs and it's gone. Go ahead." Jan stared at the drugs on the counter debating on what to do. She knew that she shouldn't but she really needed it. It makes her feel so much better and without it, life sucks, especially now. Twirling the straw between her finger and thumb she took a deep breath. "Come on, Jan, we don't have all night. Just get it over with already." "I don't want to, you know, change or anything." "Don't worry; I'll be here to cover your back. Nothing bad will happen, I promise." She stared at her friend and then to the drugs. "You'll make sure nothing happen? Promise me?" "Yes, of course. While I'm watching you, nothing bad will happen," she said smiling. "Now go on and do it before someone comes in and catches us." Leaning closer, she put one end of the straw to her nose and touched the counter with the other before sniffing hard. "OH SHIT!" she cried out, jerking back as her head suddenly felt as if it was about to explode. "Do the other one, hurry!" Sharon said pushing on her neck to get her closer, smiling as the white line vanished up the straw. "That's my girl." Jan stood staring at the wall for several long seconds while Sharon unbuttoned her blouse. "You won't need this," she said pulling it from her body. Her eyes turned black as her pupils dilated wider and she had to hold the counter for support. Sharon was doing something to her breasts and looked down to see her shifting them inside the cups to give her more cleavage. "What, uh, are you doing?" she nearly slurred as Sharon knelt in front of her, reaching under the skirt to pull her panties off. She reached for them, only to feel the silky fabric ripped from her grasp, dropping to her ankles. "Lift your foot," Sharon said tapping her left ankle. "Sharon, no, please." "Take them off or I'll cut them off," she said reaching for the razor blade on the sink. Staring down at the determined look on Sharon's face and the rusty razor clasped between her fingers, she slowly raised her foot, allowing it to be pulled over her foot. The second foot followed before Sharon stood, smiling. "Let's go out and give the boys a real show, what do you say?" she said slapping her ass as they walked toward the door. The blaring music seemed to hit her as the door opened and she was ushered out into the bar. The men cheered as the pair reemerged into the dingy bar and approached them, all eyes focusing on the half-dressed woman. There was no pretense as hands began roaming various parts of her body, touching her all over, reaching into her bra to pinch her nipples. Hands slid under her skirt and someone made the announcement that she was pantyless. Jan's head dropped backward, staring up to the ceiling as the men fondled her body. The mob pushed closer, nearly knocking her over as others tried reaching though the crowd to get a feel of her. Not only was she pretty, she was fresh meat and everyone wanted a piece of her. "Come this way," she instructed to no one in particular, pulling Jan toward the back of the bar. The group followed as she pushed the overwhelmed woman against a pool table facing them. Someone climbed onto the table and unfastened her bra, letting it hang loosely from her chest. Sharon dropped to her knees and pulled the cotton skirt up, exposing her hairy pussy to the cheering crowd. In the darkness little could be seen, but for them, it was enough. Pressing her face closer, she began lapping at her slick labia, bringing out a soft moan to the excitement of the spectators. The man on the table pulled her backward, as two others lifted her to place her on the table. Sharon followed, not removing her mouth from her friend's sex. The music ended as the noise from the men became deafening loud. Feasting on her as if a starving animal, she began getting the desired effect as Jan's hips slowly began to shift from side to side. Others joined the man on the table as the ones standing around pushed closer, trying to get their hands on her body. "Who's first?" Sharon called out standing and facing the group. Pandemonium set in as the announcement sent the men into a frenzy and scores of men from every direction pushed their way closer. "BACK OFF!" Sharon shouted pushing the two closest men away. "You know the rules, fifty-a-fuck, show me some money or get the fuck away from her!" Hands clutching money began waving toward her and she pulled the bills from the closest man. "You can go first," she said backing away. Hastily the man unbuttoned then unzipped his pants, pulling out his already firm erection. Grabbing her thighs and pulling her butt to the edge, he stepped forward, sinking his cock deeply into her with one stroke. She grunted from the sudden invasion. "You got your money ready?" she asked the guy hunched near her head, trying to keep the low-hanging light from his face. "Pay me now and she'll suck you `til her pussy's ready," she added smiling. Pulling out three bills, he threw them across Jan's body before unzipping his pants. Sharon smiled. Jan's eyes were screwed tightly closed. She knew what was happening and what was going to happen for the next several hours and she didn't want to see them fucking her. It was bad enough she had to do it without watching. Her only desire now was to keep from getting aroused as she didn't want to change. It would be much more painful for little Jan to be gang raped again. She felt a mouth on her left nipple, sucking and licking and then on her right. The man fucking her was fast and steady but she was able to keep her mind off of the sensation. Her oral lover was attempting to reach her stomach through the narrow tube of her throat and she repeatedly gagged from his efforts. A hand began sliding across her groin, slowly inching its way to where the cock was sliding in and out of her. It reached the hairy region and continued moving lower. She gasped as it touched her clitoris and slowly began rubbing it. The suction on her nipple stopped and soft kisses began moving along her chest and shoulder, stopping at her neck. She got a chill as the warm tongue began licking her neck. "Let it go, Jan, don't fight it," Sharon whispered into her ear. "You know you want it and I've already promised the guys a show that they'll never forget." Rapidly she shook her head, not removing her mouth from the cock saw back and forth over her lips. The hand became more aggressive on her clit, rubbing and stroking it quickly. She groaned as it was still sore from the night before. "Come on, Jan, let it go. Don't fight it!" The alcohol, the drugs, the excited climate, the stimulation of her privates began to wear her down and she began feeling the tingling sensation throughout her body. The man fucking her suddenly slowed before bellowing out like a hungry sea lion. Even though her senses were dulled, she could feel the twitching of his cock inside of her, spewing his seeds into her body. She groaned as he pulled away, unsure if it was from her feeling debased once again or from the sensation of feeling empty. "I'm next!" the man hunched over her called out, yanking his hard cock from her mouth before jumping off the table. Sharon dug her fingers into Jan's violated hole, pulling the fresh cum from her and using it to lubricate her efforts on her clitoris. The second man wasted little time in getting between her parted legs and stabbing her with his tool. "Who's next?" Sharon called out glancing around at the excited faces gathered around. Four men attempted to shove money to her at the same time. She grabbed the bills from the man across the table from her with a smile. "Go get `er tiger," she said winking. His pants were pulled down to his ankles even before he climbed on the table, pushing his thick cock inside of her waiting mouth. Sharon resumed the manipulations of her best friend, attempting to bring about the change. She could tell Jan was fighting it and needed something to prevent that in the future. The tingling returned, along with the prickly sensation and dizziness. Struggling to resist, it became harder and harder to remain in control as the chills and goose bumps spread throughout he body. `God no, please!' She thought, feeling the cock head ramming against her tonsils. The noise of the crowd suddenly stopped and a few people backed away as the mature, older woman suddenly began melting away, leaving a small, young girl in her place. Her ample bosom was suddenly withdrawn from the mouth of the man nursing it, her thick thighs were now slender and firm, her jello-like abdomen, only recently pocked with stretch marks, was now taut and flat and two small, peanut-sized breasts replaced the ones which were swollen sagging. "OH FUCK!" the man standing between her legs cried out. "She just got like 10 times tighter!" "What in the fuck..." someone called out as once the initial shock wore off, people began making comments and soon the noise was deafening once again. Hands returned to her body, more to check to see if she was real or if it was some type of trick. The man fucking her resumed his thrusts but didn't last long in her new body and quickly added his cum to the one before him. Max, noticing all of the commotion went to investigate what was going on at the pool table and made his way through the crowd just as the third man was positioning himself between her legs. "What in the hell?" he said watching as the thick cock slipped into the little girl. Turning to Sharon he noticed she was taking money from a man as he jumped onto the pool table. "Sharon," he said grabbing her arm. "We need to talk," he added pulling her away. She was grinning as he angrily yelled at her for prostituting a child in his bar. "The cops are always hassling me about letting you old whores hook here and if they were to come in and see a little girl..." he said taking a deep breath and looking back at the man's ass thrusting back and forth between the girl's skinny legs, "they'd close me down for sure." "Relax, Max, ain't nothing going to happen. That's my friend Jan," she added with a grin. "What do you mean?" he asked turning as the loud grunt from the man fucking her diverted his attention. "Remember that trick I told you about?" she asked watching as he slowly nodded. "That's the trick. She becomes a little girl when she gets turned on, isn't that wicked?" A commotion around the table brought both of them back. "I'm next, asshole," the man who had been getting a blow job said while trying to wedge himself between another man and the girl's legs. "I already paid!" "I think I need to stay here to keep them in line," Max said pulling the two men apart. "TOBY!" he yelled to the bouncer. "Lock that fucking door and get your ass over here. We need crowd control!" The man who had paid was allowed to fuck her and the man attempting to cut in front of him was given a warning of being removed if it happened again. After collecting another payment, she watched as the younger man pulled his pants down before climbing on the table for a blow job. Looking around at the lust-filled faces of the forty-odd men watching she smiled. Tonight she'll make a killing. ~ the end of part 7 wetfly6969@aol.com