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Logic alone told Sandy the place a sweet, innocent girl who was dressed in a pink sweater, white cotton blouse, plaid knee length skirt, pantihose, a white bra and matching granny panties, and penny loafers could definitely find some action was in a biker bar. So she hopped in her car, and headed for a place called Alfie McDuff's, a known hangout for bikers and ruffians of all types. She felt herself getting wet with anticipation as she was sure they would throw her on top of the pool table, strip her clothes off, and take turns fucking her stupid.

Sandy parked the car, got out, and went inside the bar. Sure enough, there were plenty of rough looking, leather clad biker types sitting at the bar or shooting pool. She decided to play the lost little innoent girl.

"Can someone here help me?" Sandy asked. "My car broke down, and I'm totally lost." Sure enough a big, tall rough looking biker got up and walked over to her. She started shaking with excitement. He got closer, and she could hear his chains rattling.

"Sure Miss, I can help you!" the biker said in a very effeminate voice. "But I need to ask you one question first. Where did you get that beautiful pink angora sweater? I've got to get one just like it! And those penny loafers! They're simply to die for!"

Sandy's heart sank. She had no idea Alfie McDuff's had been turned into a Gay bar. She left after discussing fashion with the guys, and telling them where the best buys were. She walked out the door, and got back into her car, unsure of where to go or what to try next.

 

Sandy's next stop?

 
 

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