They piled in and grabbed a booth right at the back of the club, near the DJ and off to the side so they weren’t really in anyone’s line of sight. It was deemed the dumping ground for their drinks and anyone to knackered to dance.
They went up to the bar, ordered drinks, then men came out of the wood works and started to ask all the women in their party to dance. Those, not with partners, quickly paired up with the single guys.
Richie and Jon headed for the toilet, leaving Gail and Fee with the others. But by the time the got back, and fuck they’d not been gone for very long; their two ladies had a group of young studs about them. The men were not happy!
Gail and Fee had been minding their own business, when a stag night had wandered in, more like staggered in, and headed for the bar. They were all young, maybe late twenties to early thirties; they’d taken one look at the girls and made a beeline for them. They’d offered to buy them drinks; the girls waggled their drinks in front of them and tried to gently brush them off.
Then the boys had tried to get them to dance with them, they’d told them they were waiting for their dates. The boys had said the dates shouldn’t have left them alone, and they’d take care of them. A couple had started to get ‘handsy’; Fee had told them if they didn’t quit it she’d hurt them, they’d laughed.
Gail noticed Richie and Jon out the corner of her eye and thanked god, these were bloody pushy boys. The next minute a shout of pain rang out, and she turned to see Fee with one of the boys on the floor, agony sketching his face. The place went quite!
Jon saw a boy grab for Fee’s breast and started to run, Richie picking up pace to, they’d just got nearer to the girls when he saw Fee grab the offenders thumb, bend it backwards towards his wrist, then her stilettoed foot shot out taking him out at the knee; all the while pushing back on his thumb till he was on his knees sobbing in pain.
By the time his friends started to react Jon, Richie, all the men from Gail’s work, other halves of her girls and ‘Killer’ and his guys were there to pull off the others. Jon had to smile; Fee had not stopped her attack, or her tirade.
Fee was now standing over the boy, his arm hiked somehow behind his head. ‘I fuckin told you assholes, but no, you always think no, means yes. Well shithead, when I say no I fuckin well mean no! You don’t have the right to feel up a woman just cause you feel like it! Am I fuckin clear you fucktard?’
The guy was whimpering and nodding, anything to get this pissed pixie off him. She suddenly released his thumb and arm, he groaned as the feeling shot back into it. He glared at her and stood towering over her. ‘You fuckin bitch, you’re gonna pay for that!’ He pulled back his good arm to slap her and Jon anchored himself to it, ‘Killer’ grabbing his bad one and twisting it up behind his back, making the guys knees go out for a second time.
‘Killer’ leant down level with the fucktards ear. ‘The lady said no son, and yet you carried on. I’m waiting to see if she presses assault charges on you; cause I’ve a feeling my bar staff heard everything you said and did, and the lady saying no.’ ‘Killer’ hauled his ass up by the scruff of the neck, Jon let go before he hauled back and beat the shit to a pulp, touching his woman, fuckin bastard!
‘Fuck man you can’t can him he’s getting married tomorrow!’ Several of his friends whined.
‘You’re the bloody groom? Pity the girl that’s getting you! Turn him loose ‘Killer’, an early wedding gift; and good luck with explaining your arm shithead!’ with that Fee curled into Jon’s waiting arms, supporting her, she was more bloody scared than she’d let on.
‘Killer’ hauled him out, making several threatening remarks about what would happen if he was caught back in the club; the other bouncers herding his friends out the doors. As they closed, the music started to blast out, and people started to dance again, forgetting most of what went on.
Jon pulled Fee to their booth and pulled her onto his knees, cradling her, rocking her like a child, trying to soothe her. Fee’s face was buried into Jon’s neck her arms clamped about his neck, her face red hot, and her body trembling now the adrenalin had stopped shooting through her body.
Gail and Richie dropped into the booth with them and Gail gave Fee her drink which Fee promptly chugged back, then curled back into Jon’s arms.
Richie stood again, and held out his hand ‘Come on babe, lets leave dance.’ She stood, taking his hand and he led her onto the crowded floor, and she stood stunned as he started to shake his ass all over the floor. She nearly swallowed her tongue watching his body move to the beat, fuck the man had skills!
He nudged her and laughed at her face. ‘See somethin you like darlin?’
She laughed and told him ‘hell yeah’ then wrapped herself about him, using him like a strippers pole; rubbing up and down him, bending and leaning. Richie mentally swore and glared at any men who were stupid enough to get caught ogling; it was gonna be a long ass night if she kept this up!
