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I’m enjoying Marie’s carefree smile when a throat clears behind me. I twist in my seat to see a man swaying drunkenly. He’s tall and built. His legs are straining the seams of his jeans. He has a lecherous grin on his face.
“Hey, babe, we should dance,” he says.
“Sorry, no, I’m here with my friend.” I turn back to Marie.
“You are way too hot to be hanging with her. Ditch her and dance with me.” He cups my shoulder.
I swing around quickly, forcing his hand to drop. I look him up and down, slowly stand, run my hand down his chest, and clasp his balls. I squeeze them painfully, savoring his whine. I get close to his face and sigh.
“I don’t like men that ignore the word no. We are having a nice time, just us girls. She is my friend, and you are not worthy of licking her feet. If you want to keep your balls attached to your body, I would advise you to move along,” I say with gritted teeth.
He frantically nods his head.
“I would encourage you to learn from this. Speak to women with respect. The fastest way to get denied is to talk shit about their friends. Understand?” I flex my hand.
“Yes,” he chokes.
“Good.” I smile and drop my hand. He stumbles away from us and out the door.
I retake my seat and swivel to Marie. Her eyes are wide, and her mouth is hanging open.
“Holy shit,” she gasps.
“He probably left to ice his balls.” I laugh.
“That was amazing. You are my hero,” she says.
“Hardly,” I say, waving my hand.
“You weren’t scared at all.”
“The most vulnerable place on a man's body is his junk. You use that to your advantage.” I shrug.
“I want to be able to do that,” she says.
“Really? Have you ever taken a defense class?” I ask.
“No,” she answers.
“I’m taking you to mine. I’ve been taking them for a while. It will be fun.”
“That would be great,” she says.
“Now, back to our fun.” I pick up my drink. “Question, what’s your favorite sexual position?”
Marie spits out the drink she had just taken, spraying the bar. Her face is beet red, but her laugh rings out.
Chapter Two
Kerian
I stare at the bottle on my desk.
I’m at work, sitting in my office, debating with the devil on my shoulder.
I own a mechanic shop. I have wanted to fix things since I was a young boy. My room was filled with cars and trucks of every size and color. My mom gave me little tools to tinker with. I thought it was beautiful to take something that was broken and make it work again. After working for years for other shops, saving every penny, and living simply, I started the business. Now, we are the biggest shop in the area and have a loyal customer base.
If only I could do that to myself.
