I enter the bar just as I've been told.

When the barmaid comes to take my order, she glances down my top. Her eyes widen, then she smirks.

She whistles to draw everyone's attention before making me stand and remove my top.

The sound of chairs being moved back as people get to their feet echos around the bar.

It reminds me of the hyenas in the Lion King.

The first has his jeans undone, cock in hand before he reaches me. It's thrust in my face.

The second isn't far behind, spit roasting me.

The rest form a queue.