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I figure he’s probably doing it because somewhere deep down inside, he’s missing something and he knows it. At least, that’s what I tell myself. It helps if I kinda feel sorry for him. So I sashay over to the guy who made the dumb comment. He’s handsome enough. His face is dominated by a thick retro-style mustache I hate, though. He has a deep cleft in his chin. Like an ass.
Running my hands over my body and lifting my breasts, I wink at Assface. “Think you could handle these scrawny thighs wrapped around your ears, huh?”
He smirks. “It’d be the best ride of your life, sweetheart.”
I barely stop myself from laughing. There’s no way anything beats the pussy licking William gave me the other night, especially not this asshole. I won’t tell him that.
“Lay down on the floor, big guy. Let me give you a little personal attention.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice. He leaps out of his chair, hands his beer to his buddy and hurriedly takes his place in the center of the floor. His mates all cheer him on. Pretty soon, he’s laying there and I’ve got him right where I want him. Feels good to stride over to him in my sky-high heels. I have nothing on but panties by this point, but I still feel powerful. And he’s laying there thinking he’s king shit. Win-win. I step my feet wide so I’m standing right above his face. The crowd whistles. Then I squat into a dance move and put my pussy right in his face, but only for a second. I snap back up and keep dancing, but my heart is beating fast. It’s always risky dancing like this for someone volatile. I’ve got the situation under control, though.
Or so I think.
The next time I hover over him on my hands and knees, he grabs my ass. I struggle, but I’m not strong or quick enough to pull away in time. A warm, wet sensation over my cunt quickly turns cold and slimy. Assface just spat on my pussy. Fucking spat!
I scramble to my feet too shocked to keep dancing. “What the actual—”
That’s all I get the chance to say. Next thing I know, a gray wall of muscle explodes through the crowd. William lifts my asshole customer from the floor by his collar. Holding him suspended in the air, William lets out a roar even I find a little bit terrifying. His wings extend. Guys to the left and right of me fall over themselves to get out of his way.
“Nobody spits on my princess. Nobody!”
Guys are shouting. Somewhere Sandra is screaming and I spare half a second to hope she’s OK.
“Hey, hey. I didn’t mean anything..” The guy is still dangling from William’s grasp, stammering stupidly.
“You’re right. You mean nothing. Less than nothing. And you’re going to walk out of here without even looking at her again. You got that?”
He struggles. Perhaps he’s trying to nod. “Y-yeah. Got it.”
William drops him to the floor. and Assface crawls to his feet and rushes out of the bar. William takes a step closer to me, folding me into a wing as he glares around at the rest of the crowd who’ve gone awfully quiet. “And I’ll give the rest of you miserable bastards five seconds to get the fuck out of here too, while you can still walk.”
“Hey, you can’t—”
“Five fucking seconds and counting!”
William’s roar cuts off whatever the tall guy with the pot belly was about to say. His face goes very red and then very white. Then the whole lot of them are scrambling for the exits, snatching up jackets and keys and wallets. Chairs go flying. The door slams and we’re alone.
I look up into the fiercest expression I think I’ve ever seen. His jaw is rigid. The dark scars across his cheek stand out in stark relief against the gray of his skin. His eyes burn with fury.
I shift uncomfortably, trying not to let my thighs touch. The cold wet patch staining my pussy feels a hundred times worse now it’s just the two of us.
Then, just like that, William’s stony face softens and he gathers me against his chest, petting my hair. “Sorry, princess.”
His hand smooths over my hair in a motion so hypnotizing I almost can’t reply. “W-what are you sorry for?”
“For not getting here sooner. For telling you to keep away. That was stupid.”
Suddenly, I’m shaking. I grip his arm tight and press my lips together to hold back the tears I don’t want to shed. Not for those assholes.
“So sorry, Jessie.”
I shake my head against his chest. “You don’t need to be sorry. I’m just glad you came. How did you find me?” I can’t remember telling him the venue for this job. I’m surprised he even remembers much from the day I visited him, since he was sleeping while I talked.
Before William can answer, the door to the bar opens. I tense, expecting angry customers returning, or perhaps the owner here to chew us out about the damages. Then I recognize the bartender from the Monster Bar.
William glances around. The tall blond gives us a wave. “Cleared the rest of them off and phoned police to report an assault. They’ll be here soon.” He tips his head to indicate the broken furniture. “Though we should probably make ourselves scarce before that happens.”
“I’ll take you back to the inn.” William’s voice is a low rumble.
