offa me! This fuckin’ bitch needs to get me my fuckin’ drink. I’m with my buddies over there, so don’t fuckin’ mess with me man.”
Fucktard did his best to stand up straight. It occurred to me, that his circumference was probably greater than his height. I could see that he had that wonderful roll of fat hanging out the front of his best Mossy Oak 5XL t-shirt that looked like he had an ass crack on the front end as well as the back end.
“Time to go. Last chance or I’m going to help you to the door.” Jesse’s voice was clear and flat as he crossed his massive arms over the flexing pecs under his plain stark white t-shirt.
I could see it coming. So fucking predictable.
“I’m not going no where azz hole. Me and my buddies kick your azz.”
Don’t do it. Oh, please, don’t…I mean, yes, please do. I want to see this.
Fat man turned as though he was going to walk back to his table, all his equally disgusting friends still drooling over the girls on the stage. Then, like a cartoon, he swung around, his best roundhouse punch coming in slow motion as he teetered, his enormous belly weight and the copious amounts of alcohol he had ingested threw off his center of gravity.
Jesse was a monster, but his reflexes put most cats to shame. He was four steps in front of the punch even before the giant weeble got it started.
“Fucker.” I heard his growl even over the pounding music and typical background noise of the bar. Jesse caught that fat dude’s arm just as he wanted, swinging him around with the force of his own drunken inertia and slammed his face down on the bar with such force, it bounced my boobs in my shirt as I leaned on the long wooden counter.
I knew better than to do anything else. My job now was to step back and keep an eye on the girls dancing. If things got too hot, I would give them the signal to stop their dance and get their skinny asses back stage.
Blood was trickling out the nasty swollen nose of the customer-of-the-week and before he could center himself for any more fight, Jesse had his hand behind his back and he was halfway to the door before his four friends even noticed what was happening.
“Night’s over ass hole.” I could hear Jesse even as he walked away. His dark crew cut and tattoo covered arms outlined in the flashing strobe lights.
The simmering sexual frustration of the table of guys erupted as soon as they noticed their buddy taking a ride out the door. Like M-80’s going off in succession, each one standing up, acting like their dick is harder than the last and they stumbled and bumped their way toward Jesse as he approached the door.
“JESSE!!! THEY’RE BEHIND YOU!!” I screamed just as the first guy threw himself with a half connected punch to the back of Jesse’s head.
The girls on stage looked at me, but they were in no danger, so I didn’t wave them off and they gave me pissy looks. I knew they wanted to get back stage and fill their noses and arms with whatever their candy of the week was. But, fuck them, they all treated me like shit so they can just keep dancing even if no one is throwing money.
It only took about five minutes, but Jesse, Leonard and Henry got the happy customers corralled and out the door without having to call the cops. It was always a rush when things got hot, but it happened almost every night, so we all just took it in stride.
While Jesse and the other guys were dancing with the toothless quadruplets, I snuck under the bar and poured myself a triple shot of Grey Goose and slammed it back. It was a little early for me to start that heavy, but no one was looking, so I figured time to get it while the gettin’s good.
I secretly loved watching the fights. I knew I was safe, and watching Jesse was like watching an Olympic gold medalist win their event every time. His calm authority radiated off of him and when his powerful body went into gear to do what it did best, it was a sight to say the least. Every ounce of his power
Fucktard did his best to stand up straight. It occurred to me, that his circumference was probably greater than his height. I could see that he had that wonderful roll of fat hanging out the front of his best Mossy Oak 5XL t-shirt that looked like he had an ass crack on the front end as well as the back end.
“Time to go. Last chance or I’m going to help you to the door.” Jesse’s voice was clear and flat as he crossed his massive arms over the flexing pecs under his plain stark white t-shirt.
I could see it coming. So fucking predictable.
“I’m not going no where azz hole. Me and my buddies kick your azz.”
Don’t do it. Oh, please, don’t…I mean, yes, please do. I want to see this.
Fat man turned as though he was going to walk back to his table, all his equally disgusting friends still drooling over the girls on the stage. Then, like a cartoon, he swung around, his best roundhouse punch coming in slow motion as he teetered, his enormous belly weight and the copious amounts of alcohol he had ingested threw off his center of gravity.
Jesse was a monster, but his reflexes put most cats to shame. He was four steps in front of the punch even before the giant weeble got it started.
“Fucker.” I heard his growl even over the pounding music and typical background noise of the bar. Jesse caught that fat dude’s arm just as he wanted, swinging him around with the force of his own drunken inertia and slammed his face down on the bar with such force, it bounced my boobs in my shirt as I leaned on the long wooden counter.
I knew better than to do anything else. My job now was to step back and keep an eye on the girls dancing. If things got too hot, I would give them the signal to stop their dance and get their skinny asses back stage.
Blood was trickling out the nasty swollen nose of the customer-of-the-week and before he could center himself for any more fight, Jesse had his hand behind his back and he was halfway to the door before his four friends even noticed what was happening.
“Night’s over ass hole.” I could hear Jesse even as he walked away. His dark crew cut and tattoo covered arms outlined in the flashing strobe lights.
The simmering sexual frustration of the table of guys erupted as soon as they noticed their buddy taking a ride out the door. Like M-80’s going off in succession, each one standing up, acting like their dick is harder than the last and they stumbled and bumped their way toward Jesse as he approached the door.
“JESSE!!! THEY’RE BEHIND YOU!!” I screamed just as the first guy threw himself with a half connected punch to the back of Jesse’s head.
The girls on stage looked at me, but they were in no danger, so I didn’t wave them off and they gave me pissy looks. I knew they wanted to get back stage and fill their noses and arms with whatever their candy of the week was. But, fuck them, they all treated me like shit so they can just keep dancing even if no one is throwing money.
It only took about five minutes, but Jesse, Leonard and Henry got the happy customers corralled and out the door without having to call the cops. It was always a rush when things got hot, but it happened almost every night, so we all just took it in stride.
While Jesse and the other guys were dancing with the toothless quadruplets, I snuck under the bar and poured myself a triple shot of Grey Goose and slammed it back. It was a little early for me to start that heavy, but no one was looking, so I figured time to get it while the gettin’s good.
I secretly loved watching the fights. I knew I was safe, and watching Jesse was like watching an Olympic gold medalist win their event every time. His calm authority radiated off of him and when his powerful body went into gear to do what it did best, it was a sight to say the least. Every ounce of his power
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