Revenge Is Sweet At The Hockshop

Revenge Is Sweet At The Hockshop

Lucille earned the $2,000 she needed to pay off debts and survive in Atlanta another few months, but she did it the hard way -- she was clearly played and laid by the friendly male bartender and his buddies at the pawn shop.

Curiosity called on her to revisit The Bear's Hug bar where it all began.

She remembered the blond female bartender Rebecca who appeared to know her circumstance of being filmed while fucking the manager and appraiser at the pawn shop in the back office. And she knew her fellow bartender had set it all up in advance.

Does anything good ever happen in the back office of a pawn shop?

And why do naïve girls go back there alone with men who harbor ulterior motives?

It was a rainy Tuesday evening when Lucille stopped in for a beer and saw Rebecca at the bar. There was hint of recognition in her eyes when Lucille, a 27-year-old Phat White Ass Girl (PAWG) with long red hair and blue eyes hopped on a barstool near the register.

She ordered a PBR to save some bucks and asked Rebecca if she could ask her some questions.

"Sure," she responded. "I'm Rebecca and I know we have met ... but how and when?"

"I came here for the first time a few weeks ago, and I had a PBR and spoke with Pete, the tall, bearded bartender in his 40's who has soft gray eyes," said Lucille. "I confided that I needed quick cash and he and I brainstormed some ways to help me afford to live here."

Rebecca sneered at the mere mention of Pete's name. It was clear they were rivals behind the hardwood bar.

Lucille continued:

"He steered me to Gil at the pawn shop down the street with my mother's necklace," she explained. "I pawned the necklace for $2,000 but I had to barter with Gil and his manager Bran.... short for Brandon. The place is called The Braves Pawn Shop for the Atlanta Braves baseball franchise."

Rebecca mixed two drinks and poured two beers for a waitress and then said, "What did you offer them?"

"I offered them nothing but the necklace for $2,000, I swear," said Lucille. "They initially wanted to give me only half of that.

"I was about to walk out and that's when Gil grabbed my arm and offered a sweetheart deal -- sex for the extra $1,000. Bran and Gil stripped me, made me suck them off and spit roasted my phat ass," said Lucille, who was nearly in tears.

"I know that Pete, Gil and Bran have a Bermuda Triangle deal for naïve young girls, and I want your help to evoke revenge," said the PHAT-ass redhead. "I need your help dividing and conquering the boys."

The wheels were turning in Rebecca's devious brain and she said, "I've got an idea."

She pulled Lucille closer and lowered her voice. The pair went back and forth for 15 minutes while Lucille finished her beer, and then they shook hands and parted ways.

A Week Later At The Bear's Hug Bar

Lucille went to the bar before customers were allowed in, thanks to Rebecca, there she met a tall, physically fit black-haired woman named Erica. She was 27 years of age like Lucille, tall, sturdy and carried herself with confidence. It turns out she is a policewoman for the local police precinct that covers the bar as well as the pawn shop.

Rebecca laid out the plan:

"Erica will pose as a desperate young woman who has just lost her job and cannot pay her rent or the bills (with even more coming due)," she said. "Pete will offer her some advice that will lead to taking something of value to the pawn shop for cash. But, of course, the amount that Gil and Bran offer will be half of what it is worth."

Lucille smiled knowing that Erica could probably take both Gil and chubby Bran in a tussle if she had to.

"I have a baseball my grandfather caught that was hit by Hank Aaron -- a mighty home run," said Erica. "I will offer it up for $10,000 because I know that is what it is worth. I also know the shysters at the hock shop will balk at paying full price. That is where I will see how I can make up the difference," she added.

"If they take me to the manager's office in the back room," I will have other policewomen to signal and come to my rescue," Erica said laughing. "Then, we will see how much they will pay to avoid the revenge we girls rein on them."

Two Weeks Later At The Braves Pawn Shop

Rebecca knew Pete's schedule so she steered Erica to a slow afternoon when Pete would not be too busy to listen to and act like he cared about her plight. Then he would steer Erica to The Braves Pawn Shop a few blocks away. In the time it takes Erica to walk to the hockshop, Pete will have alerted Gil to be ready for some more easy young pussy.

Pete got paid in hearing about the young girls getting fucked and humiliated in the back room of the pawn shop, and he always got one to a dozen Cuban cigars for his trouble. The number of cigars ranged from the piece of ass he steered to Gil and his manager Bran.

Lucille was a desirable PHAT white girl so she yielded that prick Pete eight cigars, including the one he smoked with the boys dipped in Lucille's wet and sloppy honey pot after sex.

When Pete texted Gil and showed him a pic of Erica leaving the bar, Gil said "six" in return. The appraiser at the pawn shop liked redheads with PHAT asses and not tall, think, black-haired babes. But he and Bran would seek to fuck this gullible girly and get the full scene on videotape.

Gil and Bran played poker with Pete and some other older guys on Fridays ad they always queued up the videotapes on the big screen TV they watched while playing. The guys rated Lucille's spit-roast fucking and sucking session the number one tape they had seen this year. Upon request, Gil offered his cronies copies of the tapes for poker chips.

Sure enough... Gil waited on Erica and said the Hank Aaron baseball looked fake and was not worth anywhere near $10,000. He said the pawn shop would offer her $5,000 at the most. When Erica vehemently protested, Gil summoned his manager Bran to take a look at the ball. He looked it over carefully and consulted a book behind the counter.

"Maybe, honey, we could give you $6,000 for the baseball," said Bran.

Erica asked him if that was his best and final offer. When Bran, with Gil looking on, said yes, she did a beeline for the door.

Before the tall black-haired plain clothes cop got to the door, Gil cut her off at the pass.

Pulling her arm back, Erica said, "You better be at $10,000 or I am going to your chief competitor."

Gil said, "I do know a way we could get that high. Interested?"

"Hell, yes, I'm interested," belted out Erica. "I need the damn money and I need it now."

Gil smiled, knowing he had the young women right where he wanted her. "Please come back to my manager's office," he offered. "I'll pour you a glass of the finest Kentucky bourbon we got earlier today and pay you in $100 bills."

"Now you're talking, buster," said Erica. "Lead the way."

Erica used her cell phone to turn on her GPS and signal her female police officers that she would need their intervention soon. The two officers of the law were down the street at The Bear's Hug bar with Rebecca tending bar and Lucille sitting with them.

"Our plan is going right to script," said Rebecca, slyly smiling. "These bastards will soon be ours."

Simultaneously, Gil was convincing nervous Erica that if she wanted the full $10,000 for the Hank Aaron ball, she would have to strip naked for the video camera he motioned to on its tripod. "That would make this a fair deal -- nothing more, nothing less," he said.

"Let me think about it a minute," said, Erica, adjusting her skirt and blouse. She paced around the office, consulted her phone and hit the panic button that would summon her fellow officers to rescue her.

"That's our call to action," said the two burly female cops -- also wearing street clothing. They rushed out of the bar and headed to the hockshop post haste.

They had Erica's GPS so they knew right where the backroom office was.

Gil had corralled Bran to join him there, because Erica had agreed to do a sensuous striptease for the boys. She put her purse down and took off her jean jacket so there was less to remove.

Gil and Bran were eagerly anticipating this naked woman to entertain them and maybe give them a blow job or fuck them. Both were so turned on by the anticipation they lost track of time as well as common sense.

The two female officers barged in just as Erica was about to take off her unbuttoned blouse. Gil and Bran had seen her red bra and a hint of her cleavage.

The ladies identified all three of them as police officers and asked the men to please stand up and put their hands in front to be handcuffed. They would be taken down to the station, processed, interrogated and possibly booked for enticing sex and cheating her financially.

With these two hock shop operators under wraps, they needed a way to get Pete the bartender down there. Erica used Gil's cell phone and texted Pete that he was needed asap at The Braves Pawn Shop for a sweet naked thing who had just stripped and might be willing to do more with the guys. Did he want in on the fun and games?

Pete's text came right back: "On my way! Thx"

Gil and Bran were trapped by the three female policewomen, but Lucille could tell they were still scheming to see how they might escape before Pete arrived. She shared this by whispering to Erica and they immediately separate and restrained both men with metal leashes affixed to their handcuffs. I went over to Gil and pulled his Braves hat down over his grubby face.

Pete did not even knock. He just came into the back office like he worked at the hockshop.

Startled by three lady officers, he glanced at Rebecca and me and knew at that instant he had been outed.

He grimaced as Erica ordered him to thrust his hands forward and she attached handcuffs and a leash to the other two bastards.

Erica took charge, and I got behind the video camera on the tripod and set it on record. I knew whatever happened would be memorable.

Sweetheart Deal To Keep The Peckers Out Of Jail

"The way I see it," said Erica, "is that each of you three are looking at serious jail time, multiple felonies, paying back pawn shop money, returning valuables to the ladies you have duped, and lifetime sex offender labels that will follow your asses wherever you go."

The other two female cops laughed as the once-devious mention gulped.

"But I am willing to offer you reduced crimes and time served if you accept a sweetheart deal, sweeties," she boasted. "This would be the same type of sweetheart deal you offered me today and Lucille experienced several weeks ago."

Lucille was smiling broadly and she reached over to squeeze the arm of Rebecca, who set up the sting. Her motivation was primarily to get her rival Pete who never treated her as an equal at The Bear's Hug Bar.

"In exchange for a few small things...." explained Erica, "you guys might get off easy."

Gil, Bran and Pete were all ears at this opportunity to save face and jail time.

"What did you have in mind?" said Bran, the pawn shop's owner and manager.

"For starters, each of you douche bags should strip naked for us," said Lucille.

"And go one at a time," said Rebecca, "so we can make fun of your sorry asses while you dance naked on camera for us. I have a girls' night out at the bar soon, and this video is exactly what I would have had to pay top dollar to buy. Now you will be entertaining hundreds of women. Didn't you show the videos of the girls in here to your guy friends?"

To the cell phone music of Erica's phone, the bartender and two pawn shop leaders stripped off and danced, cocks and balls swinging, for the amusement of the women.

The embarrassed and humiliated men were catcalled with rude comments, hoots and whistles throughout their awkward striptease.

Their handcuffs and metal leashes were refastened to the heavy metal desk at one end of the room.

The three middle-aged men were nothing much to look at, but Gil's cock was thick and long. Pete and Bran had long let themselves go.

"We're now going to give you the guys the spa treatment you so richly deserve," said Erica.

One by one, the bad guys were unlocked again and the two other female police officers and Lucille shaved off all of the hair on their bodies, starting with their heads and beards. The three looked as naked as newborn babies. Lucille handed the shears to Rebecca so she could remove Pete's brown hair, beard and mustache.

Erica provided a fitted bedsheet to each of the men, and the girls helped fashion them in a white diaper. That's how they were transported on foot, handcuffed, and barefoot to the local police precinct -- perp walked wearing huge diapers out of the pawn shop to walk 10 blocks to the police station, passing The Bear's Hug Bar where they made a strategic stop to show off their arrested chumps. Pedestrians gawked, made comments and drivers honked and yelled obscenities.

Gil, Bran and Pete tried to duck, hide and avoid recognition but that neighborhood was connected and many people knew these guys were either pranked or serving out a forfeit for a lost bet or something.

Erica directed the boys into The Bear's Hug Bar as the patrons started laughing, catcalling and taking out cell phones to capture their humiliation. The men had no hair, white skin against white bedsheets, and awkward facial expressions -- all the while hoping this would end soon.

Rebecca stood on top of the bar and got everyone's attention.

"Hey everyone.... want to have some fun?" she yelled. The crowd of people eating and drinking with friends and business associates called out that they wanted to be part of this exhibit.

"Get your phones out, because the guys are going to lose their diapers soon," screamed Erica. "They are bad men who are headed to the police station soon.... but they are going to show us the money in a minute."

Lucille and the other two policewomen were laughing and videotaping the diaper-clad men.

That is when Erica took Pete, a well-known bartender at The Bear's Hug up onto a makeshift stage of sorts. The patrons were waiting to see what would happen next.

One snip of the scissors wielded by Rebecca and the diaper sheet dropped leaving Pete naked as a jaybird before the adult customers.

"Turn around," Pete, show them your nice butt!" said Rebecca. She loved rubbing it into her rival at the bar.

"Now get hard for us, you show off!" she urged. You don't get your diaper back... or what's left of it... unless you show us your full extension. Start stroking...."

Pete was blood red blushing and about to lose it on stage, but he also knew what he had done to Lucille and other women and the female police officers could make his life much worse. He started jerking off his five-inch pecker.

Lucille wanted revenge from Gil, so she escorted him up to the stage next to a now naked and jacking off Pete.

"Gil, here is appraiser at The Braves Pawn Shop and he takes advantage of his female customers," said Lucille to the gathered and growing crowd of onlookers.

"Right, Gil?" she poked him with the dull end of the scissors.

The prick still wearing an Atlanta Braves ball cap on his bald head nodded sheepishly.

Before he could react, Lucille snipped the sheet off of him and he was standing next to her naked. Gil's eight-inch cock did attract some attention from the ladies in the crowd.

"See what your accomplice, Pete, is doing?" she posed. "Get that woodpecker and start beating your meat.... if you know what is good for you." Gil looked at Lucille, not thinking she was capable of this, and commenced stroking.

Erica brought Bran on stage and said, "Too bad we are wasting that nice cock Gil has. Brandon here is the manager of the sex assaulting pawn shop where all women there are potential victims, and he has something he wants to show everyone." With that, Erica used the trimmers to release his sheet from Bran's body.

"No, folks, do not focus on his beer belly," Erica chastised. "Look at his tiny baby dick and watch him try to get it hard for us."

Bran was so angry but he too started stroking his wiener.

The bar had never been this lively, with 100 or more people watching three adult men whipping their cocks to erections on the makeshift stage. The crowd was getting unruly at the show.

It got better when a waitress brought ping pong paddles to the three lady cops, who started whacking the shit out of these bad men. This reddened their asses as they continued stroking off to completion.

"This video will be a gold mine here at the bar on ladies' nights," said Rebecca. "Thanks you guys for being such great sports."

After Pete, Gil and Bran ejaculated, they were escorted out to the street and fastened by their handcuffs to three separate street poles.

"We are going to leave you here for an hour or so," said Erica, "while we girls eat lunch and get a beer. Lucille, come on up and take this permanent marker and write whatever you like on their bodies."

The aggrieved Lucille wrote in big black letters:

WE ARE.... BAD MEN....

SEXUAL PREDATORS....

AND PERVERTS

After the women enjoyed burgers, salads and fries.... they paid their tab and went on the street to see people taking pictures of their captured perps.

"Next stop, boys, is the police station," bellowed Erica.

"You will be booked and strip searched -- I see you are prepared for that -- and then charged with crimes," she continued. "They can throw away the key and I could care less."

Rebecca and Lucille stayed at The Bear's Hug until the perps were escorted to the station.

"I cannot thank you enough," said Lucille to the female bartender. "That makes things a little better, and I feel safer for me and other young women."

"My pleasure," said Rebecca. "Come by the bar anytime you want and let's keep in touch. And next Thursday night is Ladies' Night when the video will premiere. It is only fitting that you and I are there to toast a drink to good ole Pete, Gil and Bran."

If you enjoyed this story, please read the original:

"PAWG Gets Played At Pawn Shop"