Kate felt as if everyone in the entire diner stopped and stared the moment she
walked out. It was like time suspended. The five or six men seated that the
counter literally stopped and stared. Their jaws stopped chewing.

She could just imagine what they were thinking. She could feel the tightness of
her top, pulling around her neck, mashing her boobs. She'd seen it in the mirror.
It made her breasts look big and fat, bulging out of all sides. It was gross.
This coupled with her bright red mouth, made her look like cheap. She stared at
the floor as Mike led her by the hand back to the table. He motioned her inside,
and she silently slid in down the bench seat. "Wow, what a difference," said
Jack. She stared at the burger sitting in front of her. She could feel the eyes
on her bulging breasts. She struggled not to cover them with her hands. Why was
this happening to her? "Come on, eat up, Kate," said Mike. "I..I'm not very
hungry," she replied. She looked at Ken and Jack. They were busy eating, chewing,
like animals. But they still just stared at her as though it were her that they
were eating. She quickly looked back down. "You have to eat your burger, Kate,"
said Mike. He smiled, "or you will have to be punished." She heard the guys
giggling. Kate suddenly felt the tears well up, and she began to cry. This was
the most horrible situation she could imagine. Here she was, sitting in a crappy
roadside diner practically naked, her breasts almost totally visible t o anyone
who wanted to look.    She was on display, like an animal in the zoo. A sob
escaped her brightly painted mouth as she remembered having to jump up and down
in front of that disgusting man in the Men's room. She was so degraded. "Knock it
off, Kate," said Mike, obviously growing weary of her tears. He handed her a
napkin, "or I'll give you something to cry about." And being treated like a
five-year old made it even worse. She stopped crying and dabbed at her eyes with
the napkin. "Sure is a good thing we got waterproof make-up." The guys laughed.
She looked down at the burger and picked it up. She started eating. "Atta girl,"
said Mike.

Their waitress came back to the table. She looked at Kate with thinly veiled
disgust. "You sure you're warm enough there Miss?" she asked sarcastically.
"She's just fine, thank you." said Mike. "Well, will there be anything else?" she
asked. "I'm off now." "Some more ice water, please." asked Mike. "Sure thing,"
she said. She returned back with a pitcher and started filling up the glasses.
"Can you just leave it?" asked Mike. "Sure," she replied. "You can pay Auggie,"
she said, realizing they weren't in a rush to settle the bill. "Sure thing," said
Mike. The disgruntled waitress sauntered off, clearly not happy. She pulled a
coat from the coat rack near the door and left. After a few minutes, Kate saw the
trucker walk past their table and go back to his seat at the counter. She could
feel him stare. She thought about what he'd seen. She felt sick again. She
noticed him lean over and start talking to the other men. One by one, she could
see out of the corner of her eye, the men take turns looking over at her. She
tried to concentrate on her food. The guys at her table went on talking again,
and she hardly heard a word they said. She just tried to eat. After a moment, she
saw the trucker from the Men's room get up and approach them. Her stomach
tightened. "Say," he said to Mike. He motioned back to the other men at the
counter. "I wuz just telling the guys about, about...and...well,, they don't
believe me." Mike looked up at him impassively, drawing on the straw in the
milkshake. He turned and looked at Kate. Kate could feel the butterflies in her
stomach. "Well," Mike replied, smiling back at him. "I wouldn't believe you
either." They all laughed. The trucker smiled back, showing his rotten teeth. "I
tell you what," he continued, "Bernice and the family that was here hit the road,
and it just us friends. Now my buddies here've each got fifteen bucks for a look
like I got." Mike looked at him for a moment, and then turned to look at Kate.
She felt the adrenalin. They were talking about HER! Mike and this man were
talking about her like she wasn't even there. "That's almost a hundred bucks
towards our trip," said Mike. She didn't respond. "Please...don't..." she finally
whispered. She stared at the table top. She couldn't look up. "You wouldn't mind
helping for the good of our trip would you Kate?" Mike asked. "Please...No...."
There was a moment of silence. They all looked at her. She felt as if the world
was swirling around her. She stared at the table top. "Kate here is kinda shy,"
said Mike, "but I know she wouldn't want to disappoint us." He looked over at
her. She didn't move. " I think," he continued, "that what she means here is that
she would rather have ME pull her titties out." The guys all laughed.
"NOOOOO...that's, not..." her words were drowned out. The trucker motioned to his
friends, who quickly gathered around the booth. They moved faster than if someone
had dropped a grenade. "Jim," the trucker said to one of them, "go and get
Auggie, will ya'." "Oh, my God..." Kate looked at Mike, her eyes welling up with
tears.  "Please, no..." It was all she could say. "We gotta help you with this
shyness," he replied with a smile. "It's no big thing." Kate could hardly breathe
she was suddenly so nervous. The men were all gross, all looked like slobs to
her. They stared at her, almost literally drooling. The only thing she noticed
about one of them was a huge Adam's a pple that stuck out from his neck. Hair
grew around it, like he's given up trying to shave around it. They were all so
gross. The one called Jim came back, followed by a huge, fat, greasy looking man
in his late fifties. He had on a filthy T-shirt with a "V" neck that showed wads
of back and grey hair on his chest. He had an even dirtier apron wrapped around
his girth. He took one look at Kate and licked his lips. "Jez a minute," he said,
quickly moving down the length of the counter, like he had a winning lottery
ticket, "lemme lock the front door." Mike got out from the booth. "Step back
guys," he said, waving his hands, "let's give her some room." Tom, Jack and Ken
all slid out of the booth and with the men formed a loose semi-circle. Mike
reached his hand out for Kate. She sat there, visibly paralyzed. "Auggie," said
Mike to the greasy cook as he approached them, "do you have a plastic spatchula?"
"Uh, yeah..." the owner replied, perplexed. "Would you mind getting it for me?"
asked Mike. He turned to face Kate sitting in the booth. "You see sometimes Kate
here needs a little discipline..." "HHOOOOOOOOOO," a chorus of the guys. Auggie
hurriedly ran back to the kitchen. Kate looked up suddenly as though she'd been
slapped. Oh, please, not again, she thought. She began to feel lightheaded. Mile
reached his hand out to her again. She didn't have to hear it twice. She reached
out for his hand. He pulled her out of the booth. As she stood up, Kate looked
even more statuesque, and her big, jutting breasts appeared to be straining even
harder against the bikini top. There was a murmur of appreciation. Standing up
made her even dizzier. Auggie returned with a blue plastic spatula. There were
two rows of large holes cut into the flat blade part. The front edge and one of
the sides was blackened and warped from usee took it and set it down. He sat
himself up on the edge of the table they'd been sitting at, facing the counter,
and the men. He reached out and took Kate's arm and pulled her to him. He turned
her around so that her back was in front of him, and so that she too was facing
the guys with her bottom pressed against the edge of the table between his legs.
His thighs straddled her hips. Mike reached behind him and took the ketchup
bottle from the table, and reached around the front of her body. He placed the
bottom of it against the front of her jeans. It stuck out like an erect penis.
"WHOOOOOAAAAA" cried out several of the men. They laughed. "Now, here Kate," said
Mike, "I want you to hold this here, just like this with your left hand." Kate
looked down at the rude image. She couldn't look up, she couldn't face the men
she could feel staring at her. The front door was locked, and she really was
trapped. Once again, she thought that the best way out of t his was to do what
Mike said. Slowly, she wrapped her left hand around the bottom of the bottle.
"And with THIS hand," said Mike. He guided her right hand around the top of the
bottle and forced it to close around the top just under the cap. He began
stroking her hand up and down its length. She tried to pull her hand away, but
Mike held it tight, keeping the motion going. "YEAAAAH" cried the men. They made
whooping sounds. "Now you've got to keep this going, nice and steady," he told
the humiliated girl, "no matter what happens...or there'll be punishment." She
felt Mike's thighs pull tight on her hips, making her feel even more trapped.
This was so degrading, even worse than being in the Men's room. She looked down
at the ketchup bottle sticking os breath on her chest. "Keep it going nice and
steady," he said. She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on the motion,
tried to block out everything else. She felt Mike's hands on her shoulders. They
slowly slid down her upper arms. He gently began rubbing them up and down,
getting into the same rhythm. He worked them up and down. His hands slid farther
down and went to her elbows, and he began pushing them in, pushing her breasts
together. They began to bulge out in the middle of her chest. She heard the men
make cat-calls.