The young co-owners of the bar had just locked the doors and stripped off their shoes - a closing ti
The young co-owners of the bar had just locked the doors and stripped off their shoes - a closing time tradition they both found helped them relax as they cleaned up and prepared to go home. The masked intruder emerged from the men’s room carrying an ominous assortment if cuffs and chains, leaving no question about his intentions. At gunpoint, the girls silently watched as they were locked up. The pair wondered whether the diabolical way in which they found themselves restrained was intentional - each could use their hands or walk, but neither could do both. They hopelessly pulled at the cold steel that bound them as the man temporarily left them on the floor of the bar. A few minutes later, he returned. “Ride is here, ladies! Man, two hot little chicks AND this cool bar? I am in the wrong business - I need to start doing the brokering instead of just capturing you bitches.” The girls’ screams for help through their gags were drowned out by thumping of the man’s boots as he carried each outside to a waiting van. (Photo Credit @jeansbound) -- source link