Cupcake Overload (Cupcakes 2)
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rolled her eyes, then moved soundlessly toward the back of the restroom.
Once we got closer, we could make out two voices in the closed stall.
“No,” a female voice pleaded. “Please, don’t.”
“I know you want it,” a gruff male voice returned. “You were practically eye fucking me at the bar.”
“No,” she said again, and I could tell by the look of pure rage that crossed Bea’s face, we were about to come to this girl’s aide.
Was it the brightest idea? Maybe not. Four mostly drunk women, of all varying sizes and occupations, busting in on what seemed to be a rape in progress, may not have been the greatest play. We could have gone and grabbed one of the many huge bouncers who monitored the club, but, since Bea was a cop, and not one to back down from anything, I knew we were going in.
Bea caught my eye and gave one sharp nod. I barely noticed the look of worry that Amy May and Carmen shared, because the next thing we knew, our petite friend had raised her leg and kicked the door in.
As if we’d practiced it a million times, we all entered the handicap stall and formed a U, blocking the exit.
Two heads swung toward us, and I had a second to take in the situation.
The girl was young, maybe early twenties, with a blonde bob and a cute little red dress. She looked like the kind of girl who came out to let off steam with her boyfriend, not the kind of girl to be having bathroom sex with the grungy-looking dude who was currently palming her ass.
To say the man looked rough was an understatement.
Long, greasy hair, a full, untamed beard, and clothes that hadn’t seen a washer in days. This guy was not the yin to her yang. He was more like the Billy Bob Thornton to her Angelina Jolie.
In other words, fucking gross!
“Get the fuck out of here,” grizzly man growled after the shock of being cock blocked by a group of women wore off.
The girl just looked at us with wide eyes, her cheeks red from embarrassment.
“Well, what do we have here?” Bea began, her voice cool and calm. “Looks like another small-dick man trying to force a woman to do something she doesn’t want to do.”
“Yeah,” Carmen agreed, her face angrier than I’d ever seen it. She was usually pretty happy and full of pep, but right now, she was downright pissed. “What is it about men that makes them think that no means yes? Is there some sort of filter in their head that changes the definition of certain words?”
“Or, what about when you’re asleep, and they take that as consent?” Amy May added. “Like they don’t realize that if a woman isn’t able to say she wants their hands on her, then they shouldn’t put them on her.”
“Or,” I added, crossing my hands over my chest and glaring at the snarling beast in front of us. “When they think that just because you dress up to go out to a club, and enjoy dancing, that you’re begging to get laid. Or, as you so eloquently put it, eye fucking men just by looking at them.”
“I don’t know who you bitches think you are, but you’d better get the fuck out of here,” grizzly beard snarled.
“I work for the local paper, and I’m thinking about writing an investigative piece about assholes who think they can take advantage of women in local bars,” Carmen said haughtily.
“I’m a baker who makes the best desserts in town, and you are forever banned from my establishment,” Amy May said, causing me to smile.
“I’m a woman who’s been wronged by an asshole like you, and I have to say, I’m itching to kick your ass,” I said, baring my teeth while I grinned somewhat crazily.
“And I’m a fucking cop,” Bea put in, taking a step closer to the couple. “And I’m praying to God that you’re going to press charges.”
She held out a hand to the girl who was still in Black Beard’s clutches.
“Oh, no, no,” the girl replied, stepping around the man to take Bea’s hand and be pulled safely out of the way. “Please, I just want to go. I don’t want any trouble.”
The girl skirted through us and out the door, leaving us in a full-out stare down with the asshole in front of us.
“Get the fuck out of here, and hope I never see any of you bitches again,” he sneered.
“Oh, I’ll be keeping my eye on you,” Bea promised. “You’d better make sure all of your future conquests actually want your greasy paws on them, or I’ll be there to take your ass in.”