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 

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