Tim had been driving for a long time that day. He had gotten a very early start (for him) and it was now almost dark. He was having trouble keeping his eyes open. He thought he would need to start looking for a hotel. He was a little worried that it might take a while since he was going through an area with few larger towns, but he had hardly started looking when he saw a little old fashioned looking motel to his right. It was small but didn't look in too bad repair. The sign bragged that they had television and air conditioning in all rooms. Tim figured it would be cheap and as long as it had clean sheets and there weren't bugs he didn't care where he slept. He pulled into the large gravel parking lot shared by the hotel and the tavern next door. He parked near the office. The red sign said "Vacancies", though only "cancies" still lit up. There were only 2 cars there and maybe 10 rooms. Tim looked over at the bar. It was a small white wooden building overlooked by 3 large silos. There were 2 rusty pickups parked by the door under a Pabst Blue Ribbon sign. It certainly looked like a redneck type of bar. Being kind of shy, Tim was always a little leery of going into strange bars. He wasn't a big guy, standing only about 5' 7" and he was kind of thin. He had found trouble enough in the bars around college, let alone a dive bar in the middle of nowhere, but he wanted a beer. He figured it would be safe enough, probably a couple of farmers at the bar watching a ball game. He would keep to himself and nobody would notice him. He decided to go in for a beer or two before checking in at the motel. If it seemed okay, he might come back for a couple more later.

Inside the place looked about as he imagined. It was dim. There was little decoration, but a few neon beer lights adorned the walls. A bar ran down the left side with 8 tall barstools. There was a TV in the left corner of the room with a ball game on, though the sound was down. A jukebox was to the right playing an old country song. There was a little open space behind the barstools, then 2 tables with chairs, then a pool table. The bathrooms were on the back wall. Another door led out from behind the bar, probably to a storage room. There were 2 guys sitting by each other at the bar. One looked about 40, the other in his late fifties. They looked up when he walked in. They didn't look especially friendly, but didn't look threatening either. Tim left 2 empty stools between them and him and took a seat at the bar. He was relieved to see they had Miller on draft as well as the PBR. He ordered a Miller draft. The bartender asked to see his ID. Tim showed him his license and the bartender got him a giant looking frosted mug. It was only a dollar fifty. Tim gave him 2 dollars and the bartender set 2 quarters on the bar. Tim left them there. The farmers and the bartender went back to their conversation about the weather or tractors or whatever (Tim couldn't care less). Tim took a large swig and started to relax. This wasn't so bad. The beer tasted great. A warm beer in a plastic cup would have cost him twice that in the places he was used to. Before he knew it the mug was empty. He sat there a moment staring at the empty mug, thinking he needed to go check in, then asked the bartender for another. He was a little surprised that the bartender took his empty mug and put it in a sink then filled him a fresh frosted mug. One of the farmers got up and left. This just gets better, Tim thought. He had a feeling he might be spending quite a bit of the night over here after all. He took a small sip, determined to make this one last a little longer.

When he first heard the rumbling he thought, �that guy needs a new muffler for his truck.' When it got a little louder he realized it was something else, the sound of several motorcycles. He still had most of his beer left when the bikers started coming into the bar. Two men entered first, big guys with old jeans, Harley shirts, leather jackets, and beards. Then a stream of them entered, all talking at once, mostly men, but a few women too. Soon the bar seemed packed with bikers and noise. Tim couldn't believe the change that had happened. The tables were now full. Men pounded on the bar, everyone wanting drinks. The jukebox started putting out old hard rock music, which they had the nervous bartender turn up. A pool game started. There was a line at the bathroom. Smell of dirt and sweat. A huge tattooed man sat to Tim's left, cramping Tim over. Tim wanted to go suddenly, but didn't want to run out on a full beer. He started to drink quicker, thinking he would finish it and then saunter out as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on. Two women came out of the bathroom and sat in the two stools to his right. He tried not to even look at them, fearing that even a glance might get a boyfriend jealous enough to knife him or something, but he couldn't help himself. They were really sexy looking. All skin tight jeans, knee-high leather boots, bare midriff, slutty makeup, lots of cleavage. The exact type of woman Tim was attracted to, but knew he could never have. They both looked to be about thirty. They sat talking to each other, not paying any attention to Tim. Several people came up right behind Tim, yelling at the bartender for drinks. Tim finished his beer and turned in the stool to get up.

He found his way blocked by the huge bikers who were standing directly behind him. There were two men and a woman waiting for the drinks they had just ordered. He wanted to stand and just squeeze between them, but they didn't make it possible. He could only turn around partway and they were right up against him with no room at all between them. They didn't step out of his way. Tim cleared his throat and said nervously, "Umm, excuse me." They didn't move at all, they just continued their loud conversation. They may not have even heard him. The bartender was setting up the drinks on the bar. Tim's leg was pressed up against the woman to his left who stood between him and the front of the tavern. She was a huge woman, bigger than most of the men in the bar, somewhat overweight, but very solid looking. She looked like she was in her mid 40's with a stern face, medium length hair that was black streaked with a little gray. She wore tight worn blue jeans and a new black Harley T-shirt stretched very tight across her large breasts. The men she was talking with were two of the toughest looking men Tim had ever seen, but she looked even tougher. Tim cleared his throat and tried again. �Excuse me,� he said a little louder �I need out.�

The woman looked him over, seeming amused. �Going someplace?� she asked.

�Uh, yeah, I need to get going.� Tim stammered.

�Oh, come on. Stick around a while. The party's just getting started.� Without waiting for Tim to answer she turned toward the bartender. �Hey, get my friend here another beer� and a shot,� she said as she clamped her hand down on Tim's thigh.

�I really should be going.� Tim tried to say but she ignored him. She turned his stool back towards the bar. The bartender had finished pouring the shots she had ordered before and went to get Tim's beer and shot. She reached around Tim to grab two shots off the bar and pass them to her friends. As she did her breasts pressed firmly against Tim's shoulder. Tim tried to back away, but the woman on the stool to his right was so close he was only able to move a little before he was shoulder to shoulder with her. She shot him an annoyed look. When the other woman reached back in for her shot, her breasts pushed even harder against Tim and there was no more room for him to move. Tim was embarrassed, but also a little turned on. The group drank their first shot and she traded the empty glasses for the other round still on the bar, again rubbing her breasts against Tim. By this time the bartender had returned with another beer and Tim's shot. She dropped some money on the bar and took her shot in her left hand. She pushed her way in and the man on the left moved his stool over to give her room to squeeze in next to Tim.

�Bottom's up,� she said lifting her glass in a gesture to Tim. Tim was getting very nervous and wanted out more than ever, but didn't want to offend the bikers. He lifted the shot and smiled weakly at her. They drank the shots at the same time. Tim made a face and chased his with his beer. She just watched him smiling. �My name's Gail,� she said.

�I'm Tim,� he replied after a little pause. She didn't say anything for a while and Tim took a few more drinks of his beer, not looking back at her. He felt uncomfortable with the way she was looking at him and he was very conscious of her breast still resting against his left shoulder. When he did look back over at her he saw that she was staring down right at his crotch. She let her gaze linger there, then looked up to meet his eyes. She had a mischievous smile on her face. �Uh-oh,� Tim thought, �she really is coming on to me.� He had been getting that feeling, but didn't really believe it since she was so much older than he, and so much bigger too. He was sometimes attracted to tall women, but it seemed to him that they always were attracted to men as tall as they were. He also had the older woman fantasy, like most guys, but it was always a really classy older woman in his fantasy. Gail wasn't the type of woman he was looking for at all. He liked really feminine looking women, usually on the slutty side. He liked short skirts, cleavage, and lots of makeup. Gail wasn't that type. She did have big breasts, but otherwise there wasn't much feminine about her. She may be a slut in practice, but didn't dress like a slut really. He was a little flattered, but mostly afraid. He picked up his beer and took a couple of swigs. It was now half gone. He thought he would be able to finish it quickly and get the hell out of here before things got any worse. As if she knew what he was thinking, just then she ordered herself and him another shot. �No really, you shouldn't get me another.� Tim protested.

�That's okay. I insist.� she said, �You can get the next ones.� Tim tried to turn in his stool to get up again, but Gail put her right hand down firmly on his thigh and held him in place. He could feel the strength of her grip as he struggled to turn. She squeezed hard enough to hurt a little and he wasn't able to turn himself. He stopped struggling and picked up his beer again. Gail smiled at him and relaxed her grip, but still let her hand rest on his thigh, uncomfortably close to his crotch. In spite of himself, he was starting to get a little turned on. He had enjoyed the way her breast felt rubbing against him. Her hand resting on his bare thigh gave him a nervous thrill. Soon the bartender was back with two more shots. They drank the other shots of whiskey and Tim chased his with his beer again, which was now almost gone.

The two women who were sitting next to Tim got up and went to the restroom. One of Gail's friends took the seat next to Tim. He pushed the chair back some and sat turned so that he could talk with the other friend who still stood directly behind Tim, who was now right between the three of them, and more nervous than ever. Gail had taken her hand off of his thigh, but now her arm was around his waist. It made him feel trapped. �It feels good to relax a while,� the guy sitting said, �We rode a long way today.�

�Yeah, I'm a little tired,� said the other biker, stretching his back.

�I like a long ride like that�� put in Gail, �it gets me horny.� Her friends both laughed, but Tim blushed and looked down. The shots arrived and they drank them down. Tim was beginning to feel a good buzz after 3 beers and 2 shots in so short a time. Though he liked to drink beer, he rarely drank hard liquor because he couldn't handle it well. He always got too drunk too fast. Tim tried again to excuse himself muttering he needed to get going.

The biker sitting next to Tim said, �When a lady buys you a drink, it's only polite to return the favor. You aren't going to be rude, are you?� He said it mildly enough, but Tim could sense an underlying menace coming from him.

�Uh, no, of course not,� Tim stammered, �I'll gladly buy her whatever she wants, I just don't need anymore now. I'll pay for her drinks and get going.� He was still hoping to get out of there. He really didn't mind paying for her drinks, at this point he would gladly give them everything in his wallet to get out of there (most of his money was still hidden in his car anyway).

Gail laughed, �You have to drink with me or it doesn't count,� she said, �but that's okay, I'm good right now too. We'll hang around a while and have another round later.� Tim realized he wasn't getting anywhere by arguing so he just kept quiet. The two women who had been sitting at the bar before had come out of the ladies room and were dancing with each other in the middle of the bar. �Let's dance,� Gail said, �that will work up our thirsts.�