She chewed her bottom lip, cherry red, as the stranger rubbed her swollen belly. He stared intensely at her chest and below, not caring for anything above her shoulders. Her halter top covered none of belly and barely contained the top 75% of her chest, growing almost as much as her stomach. She smiled at him, her look as vapid and empty as she felt, needed to feel like. He spit some tobacco on the bar floor, looking at her tits as he talked.
“Do you even know who the daddy is?” he asked rudely. She started to answer him until the glare in his eye told her to stay quiet. “Nah, dumb cunts like you never know, do you?” She shrugged, which bought her a slap to the face. Not hard, but it got her attention.
“I asked you a question you stupid bitch,” he said. She rubbed her cheek and lied, telling him she didn’t know. That made him smile as he rubbed her thigh at the bar, sliding his hand up. When she put her knees together, his dirty nails dug into her soft skin until she parted them. He didn’t care if people watched or saw, not that many were really watching them. It was late and most were drunk or just didn’t care.