Stalked – Curvy Women Wanted

Glancing at the President, he knew that face, and well, James had had enough.

Grabbing his bat from around the counter, he stepped up to the jock boys.

“You need to leave,” he said.

“Excuse me?” the leader said, standing up.

Clearly, the kid was used to being the tallest in the room, but James towered over him.

The leader looked a little shocked. “Erm.”

“Yeah, continue what you were going to say. I’m all for hearing what shit you want to start and tell me about. Come on, I’m all ears.”

“I … was having a joke.”

“Yeah, well I’m not laughing. This is my bar, and you’re going to leave, now.”

His friends turned to him, and the big guy nodded.

“Yeah, yeah, come on. We are totally out of here.” The leaders saw the bat, and James marched him out of the bar, into the waiting night.

“You’re not allowed back here,” James said.

“You’re going to let him talk to us like that?” one of the guys said.

“Why don’t you come and tell me what you think you’re going to do,” James said. “We can resolve this matter, right fucking now!”

“No, no, he didn’t mean anything by it. We’re heading out. So sorry, sir.”

James stepped back.

“David, what the fuck? You don’t cower away.”

“Do you even know who that is?” David, the leader, asked.

“No. He’s just some barman with a bat.”

James didn’t need to hear the rest. The leader had heard of him and his reputation. When he headed back inside, there was a round of applause. He put the bat back into place, grabbed a bottle of whiskey, and handed it to the President. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it, but I was going to tear off his dick and feed it to him.”

“I wouldn’t have had any complaints but I’ve got to go and see my girl tonight, and I won’t be late.”

For another hour, he wound everything down so no one tried to linger, or stay behind.

He helped people into their rides, or organized a taxi for them, which was usually a family member.

Once the last of his staff was gone, he closed up shop, climbed into his car, and headed over to Emily’s.

This wasn’t the first time he’d gone to her apartment late at night. Every single night after the bar closed, he’d always drive by her house, just to make sure she was safe, happy, warm. Not that he’d ever be able to tell behind her closed curtains, but he’d watch her apartment until he was sure everything was fine.

Tonight would be different.

He bought flowers. Then he parked his car in the only available spot and headed up to her apartment. He didn’t even hesitate and knocked.

She opened the door within seconds. She wore a dress, a nice blue one that ended at her knees. She’d left her red hair down, and it looked full and silky. He wanted to have the locks wrapped around his fist as he pounded away inside her.

Her pussy would be so tight.

“I can’t believe you,” she said. Emily threw her arms up in the air and left him to take care of closing and locking the door.

“Excuse me.”

“I know what you did, James. I was so mad at you.”

“What did I do?”

She hadn’t taken the flowers, and he followed her down to her kitchen. He saw a nice big bowl of pasta and meatballs waiting for them.

“I was mad at you for the way you spoke to Nancy, and don’t worry, I took a small gift basket as an apology. You shouldn’t have done that though.”

“Done what?”

“Talked to her like that and when I was angry at you, you know.”

“Licked your pussy?”

“Yes.” She put a hand to her head and dropped it.

“You look cute when you’re angry,” he said.

“I’m not even trying to be cute.”

“It makes you even cuter.”

“Just stop, okay? I don’t know what it is you’re trying to do, but just stop.” She nibbled her lip, and he saw she looked upset.

“I’m sorry.”

“Do you mean it?”

“Do I mean what?”

“That you’re sorry.”

“Look, I overreacted with Nancy, but I had every intention of giving her a bonus, and making things right with her, believe me. She’s one of my best waitresses, and the guys love her. So do the girls, which is rare. I bought you flowers.” He held up the roses.

“No, you’re not going to get away with it that easily.”

“I stopped a fight tonight.”

“There was a fight at the club?”

“No, there could have been a fight, but I stopped it. I’m a superhero.”

She rolled her eyes, and he saw the smile and knew she wasn’t going to be mad for much longer.

****

Emily didn’t want to stay mad at him for too long. After she had seen Nancy, the other woman hadn’t held a grudge and had even said it wasn’t the first time the boss shouted at her, and it wouldn’t be the last.