Once inside Jason wasn't really scared. He'd been around long enough, and in enough battles, to not let much rattle him. But the Virgin was a wholly different place altogether.
Lots of leather. Lots of big men with long beards and scraggly hair. And lots of women with nothing much on. The waitresses, in fact, were topless, even though the Virgin wasn't a pole dancing joint.
He heads to the bar. The bartender, a woman, asks: "What'll you have? And the menu includes me."
Jason: "tempted. But am looking for a man named Roberts, Robbie Roberts." She had a blank look on her face, said she'd be back in a moment and walked back into what looked like the kitchen.
Jason had no drink, which he needed. Before he even realized what was happening she stepped out of the kitchen with a sawed off shotgun pointed directly at him.
She said: "Ok, cunt licker, what do you really want?"
To be continued.... http://www.fleshbazaar.com/Home.asp