Bouncers
Martin Kane, martinkane21@yahoo.co.uk
Rob hates bouncers, and with good reason.


Author's note:

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Needless to say this story is purely a fiction and all characters merely the
products of an overwrought imagination

I'll abstain from the adult content warning, if you've got this far, you're
certain to know what kind of thing to expect anyway.

Rob hated bouncers. Dumb, crude, self-important tossers, the lot of them. They
seemed to be of the opinion that their position of doormen gave them some sort
of importance - the guard at the gate who thinks he owns the company. They
were power-crazed, using the minimal amount of authority their status afforded
them to live out their fantasies of importance and significance. Muscle
fuelled by a brain addled by steroids.

The night was early and the club had yet to get busy. There was no queue
outside. Tony and Eddy stood, either side of the large glass doors, chatting
amiably. Both were dressed in the standard uniform of black suit and tie, the
massive bulk of their muscular physiques stretching the material to breaking
point. Eddy also wore designer shades, irrespective of the darkness of night.
Just as long as he looked good.

They cut their conversation short as Rob approached. Eddy regarded him and
spoke sotto to his college. "What does this guy look like. This'll be a
laugh."

Tony sighed; he knew his friend was in an awkward mood. He could be a great
laugh but he always pushed it too far, causing more trouble in the long run.
"Yeah," he agreed. "But go easy, you know what Mr G said about attitude."

"Hey man, don't worry. It's me."

They were both stony faced as Rob walked to the doors.

Rob hated bouncers. These two outside the club were prime examples: huge
gorillas; biceps straining out of their suits; the shaven heads; the shades
worn twenty-four seven; the neck-free posture; the rough and violent
temperament; expressions carved from rock; standing either side of the
entrance like stone pillars and probably about as intelligent.

They were each a head taller than his own fairly average height and both twice
as broad, shoulders like barrage balloons, with thick arms suspended below
like giant metal cables. Fists like bricks of meat rested together above each
man's crotch like a swordsman presenting his weapon as a display of potential
force.

Rob nodded a formal welcome, passing through the steely gaze to head inside. A
massive hand barred his way, pressing flat against his chest. The other arm
stayed in place. Then the head swivelled at the neck and black lenses regarded
him.

"Is there a problem?" Rob asked, biting his tongue. He would really love to
rip into the guy, tell him what he really thought of brain-dead, muscle-bound
bouncers with a superiority complex. He didn't though, he kept calm and
amicable, knowing he'd be doing more harm than good. If he gave them any
excuse, they'd refuse entry and his night would be ruined.

"You can't come in like that," the bouncer stated, his voice a low, guttural
grate. He barked each syllabic word like he was poking the man with a finger.

"Why not?" Rob protested. He glanced down to his outfit: a silk shirt that had
cost him a pretty penny, his smartest trousers and a light leather jacket. All
was within the club's designated dress-code.

The bouncer didn't answer at first. His head pivoted at the neck as he looked
Rob up and down, as if his eyes were locked straight and it was only by moving
his entire head that he could change his field of vision. He was assessing
him, taking in what he saw. It was apparent that he was looking for a reason
to have stopped Rob, trying to find something wrong that would justify his
decision to stop him. More than that though, was the fact that he was doing
this blatantly, making a show of it. He wanted Rob to know that this is what
he was doing, it was part of the insult - the power game. It was the attitude
of knowing he had the power to behave in such a manner that Rob so hated, and
the fact that he had no option but to go along with it.

"Shoes," the bouncer finally decided, returning his blank gaze to Rob's face.
"You need to wear shoes to get in here."

"I am wearing shoes," Rob insisted, tilting his ankle to show the fact that
this was indeed so.

"Proper shoes, suede doesn't count."

Rob wanted to protest. They were smart, sleek and jet-black. Anybody who was
reasonably impartial wouldn't even worry about them. He wanted to make a
scene, complain that it was unfair. He wanted to shout and insist that they
let him in and stop being so ignorant. He didn't. He knew it would achieve
nothing.

"Fine," he muttered and walked away.

The bouncers watched him walk away, giggling. "You are evil," Tony told his
friend.

Eddy shrugged. He opened the door for a small group, two of whom were wearing
trainers. "Evening," he rumbled. His voice returning to its natural, moderate
tone as he addressed his friend. "You've got to have a laugh," he insisted.

"You reckon he'll be back tonight?" Tony asked.

"Damn right he will," Eddy said. "See the look on his face? He wants in."

"Fiver?"

Eddy pondered a moment. "Deal," he agreed. They shook hands on the bet. "I'm
telling you, he wanted to get in here. Maybe he's meeting someone, trying to
get a shag."

"Maybe," Tony agreed. "Maybe he just fancies the barmaid."

"Talking of which," Eddy enthused suddenly, "you see that new girl?"

Tony laughed; he knew exactly to whom his friend was referring. "Jenny? Yeah,
I met her the other week. She's started part-time. Really nice girl actually."

"Nice? Fucking tits on her," Eddy sighed.

Tony laughed, agreeing. "You better not let Gina hear you talking like that,"
he warned.

Eddy shrugged. "What the little lady don't know can't hurt her."

"Can't hurt you, more like," Tony amended. "You know how jealous she gets."

"Yeah," Eddy agreed. "Where is she anyway?" he wondered suddenly. "I'm due for
my break, she's meant to cover."

Rob hated bouncers. He'd gone back home, cursing as he went. He changed his
shoes and headed back out. First he had given his appearance a quick once over
in the mirror. He wanted to look his best for the new barmaid. He'd seen her,
a pretty young thing, bubbly hair and a mile of cleavage and he'd instantly
been smitten. They had engaged in minor conversation; he'd got her name -
Jenny - and the fact that she would be working tonight. Upon parting, she
smiled alluringly, told him, "until then," her voice a lullaby of honey and
smoke. As soon as he had got home he masturbated furiously with the image of
her huge and gorgeous breasts locked firmly in his mind's eye.

Happy that he now looked suitable, complete with leather shoes, he went back
out.

Rob hated bouncers. As he approached the club again, he saw the bouncers on
the door. One was the same as previously but the other one, the one who had
actually stopped him, had been replaced. The replacement bouncer was just as
tall as the previous, just as broad and powerfully built. However, Rob saw
with amazement, this bouncer was a woman.

She was at least six foot tall, probably a few inches over. Her shoulders were
wide and solid. Her skin was smooth and as dark as coffee - rich and strong.
Her hair was jet pitch and twisted into dreadlocks. She looked capable of
ripping railings out of the ground and tying them in knots.

Rob felt a pulse of awe and fear at seeing this amazing looking woman. She was
every bit as intimidating and threatening as the male bouncers and seemed to
possess none of the softness or motherly impulses he normally associated with
women.

A polite nod and they let him in without any problem. The bouncer who'd given
him a problem previously was obviously just being a wanker, this time they
hadn't even looked at his feet. Still, he wasn't going to worry about that, he
had far more important things to consider, namely tits.

He looked through the mess of people, catching a glimpse of the bar. He saw
various staff milling around busily. Then he saw her. Bubbly hair flicked out
of her face with a sharp whip of her head. The motion jarred her sizeable
breasts, sending his pulse into his throat with lust.

Rob sighed inwardly, feeling the cramping in his trousers. He took a breath to
steady his nerves then began to head for his target.

A meaty hand appeared out of nowhere to block his path like a tollgate. Rob
looked up as the same bouncer stepped from the shadows. He still wore the dark
shades, despite the low lights of the club.

"Jesus, what now? You don't like my shoe size?" Rob snapped at the guy.

The bouncer was unmoved by the hostility. He spoke in a low, rumbling voice.
"You can't wear coats in the club," he growled. His free hand pointed to the
coat check. The motion showed the thickness of his arm, obvious even within
the suit sleeve.

"Fine," Rob muttered and turned away. He brushed irritably at the sweat- stain
in the shape of a large handprint impressed upon the expensive silk of his
shirt.

Eddy watched Rob hand over his coat and take his ticket, then joined Tony and
Gina on the door.

"Wasn't that the same guy you picked on earlier?" Tony asked, shaking his head
incredulously. "You're awful. Just make sure Mr G doesn't catch you pulling
shit like that."

"He's right," Gina agreed. "He's already given you a bollocking once this
week. Don't push your luck."

"It's just a laugh," Eddy sneered. "Besides, the guy's a snivelling little
toerag. He needs a good kicking."

"God you can be a bastard when you want to be," Gina sighed. "He's harmless
enough. He was here the other day. Just spent the whole night drooling down
Jenny's cleavage."

"Sounds like a pleasant way to spend an evening," Tony remarked. Gina just
rolled her eyes 'typical man' style.

"Did he now?" Eddy muttered, more to himself than either of the others.

Gina glanced at her boyfriend curiously. She'd made the observation to try and
lighten the mood a little. She knew how riled Eddy could get. He had almost
responded in jealousy, and that sparked her own irritation.

"I think she went home with him actually," she added, carefully watching Eddy
for a reaction. He showed none whatsoever. That, she knew, was a bad sign.

Rob hated bouncers. He looked at himself in the bathroom mirror, checking his
immaculately styled hair. Perfect. He washed some water around his mouth,
spitting it clean and checking his teeth. He put all thought of bouncers out
of his head. Jenny was gorgeous. She was the sexiest woman he had met in years
and wore clothes designed to emphasis the fact. Added to which, she worked in
a club and had access to an endless supply of men. Basically, she had her
choice of anyone she cared for. It was survival of the fittest out there. If
he was going to succeed in pulling her, he would have to be on absolutely top
form.

He psyched himself up, then walked out of the bathroom, ready to take on the
challenge and walk away with a voluptuous prize. Nothing would stand in his
way. Nobody would prevent him from winning the supple and pneumatic love of
the woman he wanked off to.

A meaty hand barred his way, planting itself firmly in the familiar position
at the centre of his chest.

Rob slapped it away. "What the fuck is your problem?" he demanded.

Eddy was taken aback by this sudden display of rebellion. His response
however, was that of a pure professional.

"Calm down," he instructed, his deep voice resonant. His powerful frame eased
into a commanding stance, towering over Rob. Rob however, was too riled at
this point to let this intimidate him.

"You've been deliberately winding me up at every opportunity," he hissed at
the big man, irrespective of the other bouncers that had noticed the commotion
and began to gather around him. "Is this some sort of game to you?" Rob
snarled. He raised his hand, pointing a finger at Eddy.

That was all the bouncer needed. He cut Rob off mid-flow, grasping his arm,
the second he began to point. A sharp flex of muscle and Rob was spun about,
his arm wrenched viciously up behind his back. Another muscled arm wrapped
about his neck. He was instantly helpless.

The force of muscle behind him began to move and he was shunted forward. The
man behind him moved like a snowplough, carrying Rob to the closest exit door.

Another arm pushed the door and he was thrown outside, tossed into the night.
He rolled when he hit the ground, bruising and scraping himself.

He swore and managed to stand, looked at the man who had assaulted him. Eddy
was carefully closing the door, isolating them both in this courtyard. It
suddenly occurred to Rob that he might be in real trouble here. He glanced
around, looking for an exit to escape through.

Eddy saw him and seemed to read his mind. There's only one way out of here
son," he said, "gate at the end there. You can make a run for it if you want,
I'll catch you before you reach it. Even if I don't, it's locked. Only other
way out is this door." He tapped the fire exit they'd come through. "Of
course, if you want to use that one, you have to come through me first." He
grinned, watching as Rob's predicament began to truly dawn on him.

"You lay one finger on me..." he began, realising that he could think of no
threat that would have any real effect.

Eddy made face of mock surprise. "What? Oh no, I'm not going to touch you," he
assured. The door opened then, Gina walked out and joined them. "My girlfriend
on the other hand..."

She whispered something to Eddy that Rob didn't quite catch, though it may
well have been, "This is the last time."

Rob watched in stunned, horrified silence as the woman bouncer he'd seen
earlier peeled the suit jacket of her broad shoulders and began to approach
him with malevolent intent in her eyes.

Eddy stood back and watch this play out, an amused grin on his face. Gina
flexed her arms in a bodybuilding pose.

Rob gasped, gazing as huge biceps exploded from her arms. Muscles like
grapefruits, swollen and bulging, stood up as hard and solid as rocks. Rob
just stared, his jaw hanging in utter amazement. He'd seen muscles on women
before but never anything like this - she was absolutely massive.

She pumped them a few times, giving him a good show. Rob watched the rise and
swell, hypnotised by the fluid motion.

Gina glanced back at her boyfriend who was equally amused by Rob's stunned
reaction, then she stepped towards the man and began to pound him.

Rob's awe turned to fear as her intent became obvious. She raised a heavy
fist, the muscles in her arm bunching up ready to smash him.

He threw his arms in front of his face to protect himself. Gina threw the
punch lazily, not caring whether or not he blocked the blow, she knew that
with the power behind it, it would do damage nonetheless.

Her fist struck his forearm jolting him to the bone. Rob shrieked in pain even
as the force threw him back onto the ground. She kicked him but tried to hold
back on her strength, not wanting to actually kill him. He groaned and
clutched his side where her foot sank into his flesh.

Then she reached down for him, clutching a fistful of his shirt and heaving
him into the air with it. She held him up, high above her head. Given her
height, this had him dangling over two feet from the ground. Her arm bulged as
she easily held his weight.

She turned to her boyfriend. "What should I do with him?" she asked
carelessly.

Eddy was watching enthralled, getting a massive charge out of watching her
beat the guy up. "Fuck him up," he grunted excitedly.

Gina was loath to do any serious damage, she guessed that Eddy had
deliberately wound the guy up, trying to provoke him. He'd done it before.
This was just an innocent guy, no more capable of violence than Eddy was of
intelligent thought.

Rob was squirming like crazy, picking at her fingers with his good hand,
trying to open her iron grip.

She grasped his belt, twisting his body to hold him two-handed over her head.
She lowered and raised his body a few times, acting as though he were a
barbell. Then she dropped him into the ground.

He looked up at his tormentor and she piled a slamming punch down into him,
flooring him again. Rob felt like the blow should have cracked his skull. His
senses scattered and his face felt wet.

She lifted him again, this time wrapping her thick arms around his torso, so
he could feel her heavy biceps cut into his ribcage below his armpits. She
locked her hands, then began to squeeze.

First his breath deserted him, then the pain began. He felt bone grind against
bone and knew it was only a matter of time before they began to give. She
would utterly crush him and there was nothing he could do to stop her.

He couldn't even plead for his life, there was no air left in his body.

Then, miraculously, she stopped and let him go.

Rob dropped to the floor, collapsing at her feet and gasping for breath.

"Stomp him, kick him in," Eddy enthused, getting riled up now.

"I think it's enough," Gina told him, regretting getting into this now.

"Kill him," Eddy insisted. "He's a cunt, do him in."

Gina stood, hands on hips, her bulging arms were massive after their exertion.
"Enough," she hissed. "Let's go, leave him."

"Fuck that," Eddy said, stepping forward. "If you don't do it, I will."

Gina stopped him, her palm flat against his mighty chest. It was an aggressive
move, an ultimatum.

"Don't fuck with me," Eddy warned.

"Leave it," Gina told him, her eyes more of a warning than anything she could
ever possibly say.

"Listen to me, you dim bint," Eddy hissed, "I've had it with you. You never
fucking listen to me. Now get out of my way or I swear to God I'm gonna fill
two binbags instead of one."

"Don't threaten me," she warned. Her tone was low and dangerous.

Eddy ignored the warning. "I ain't gonna tell you again. Move."

"What the hell is your problem?" she demanded, not moving her hand. "Why are
you doing this? Is this all because I told you he shagged Jenny?"

Eddy didn't answer. Instead he grasped her wrist and pulled her arm roughly
away from his chest, casting her aside. She put her formidable bulk between
her boyfriend and the cowering figure at her feet.

"Back off now," she warned him.

Eddy shoved her, hard. She grabbed his arm and twisted it around her body,
sliding it up between her neck and shoulder, twisting his body down to the
ground.

He grunted as she slammed him facedown onto the floor, his arm twisted up
behind him. Her muscles strained with the effort, but once he was down she was
strong enough to hold him restrained without too much of a problem.

"Ow, you bitch," he groaned, struggling. She twisted his arm harder until he
was still, wincing with pain. "Let me go."

"Are you going to be good."

"I'm cool," he assured her. "Please, just release me."

She let go and stood back, watching him carefully, knowing what would follow.

Sure enough, as soon as he regained his composure, Eddy threw a punch at her,
his own arms just as thick as hers.

He was fast but she was waiting for it and managed to roll a little, swinging
off most of the force. She retaliated with a savage jab, slamming into him.

He'd been expecting it, but wasn't prepared for the kind of strength she
possessed. They'd never come to blows before and though he'd seen her in
action a number of times, he'd never really appreciated just how powerful she
truly was.

Eddy staggered backwards and Gina was straight in, following with more jabs to
the face and an awesome blow to his stomach. He doubled over, winded. She sank
her elbow into the back of his skull, just above his neck.

That ended it. Eddy went down and stayed down.

Gina watched him carefully, not trusting him. She knew how powerful she was,
and how effective the blow she'd just laid on him should be. However, she also
knew that Eddy was tough and he was a dirty fighter. Despite this, he did not
stir.

Gina walked to Rob who still sat crumpled on the floor, apparently shocked by
what he'd just witnessed. She didn't bother with niceties, simply scooping him
into her powerful arms and carrying him back into the club.

Rob hated bouncers. That muscle-bound bimbo had beaten him senseless, mainly
for the amusement of her equally over-developed boyfriend. Then she'd had an
attack of conscience and stopped him from doing even more damage, even going
to the length of beating her beloved up, in order to save him. If he needed
any more evidence that muscles and logical thinking didn't go well together,
he couldn't think where he'd find it.

He'd blacked out as the huge woman had lifted him, carrying him as one would a
child. He'd felt hard muscles support him with an ease and grace he could
never have believed. Then darkness overtook him.

He awoke shortly afterwards, water sponged lightly over his face, a soft bed
beneath him. He prised his eyes open and was grateful that he'd made the
effort. Two breasts, like huge great zeppelins, were mere inches from his
face. A soft birthmark besmirched one, a tiny moon shape deep inside her
cleavage. He recognised it instantly, he'd spent enough time the previous week
stealing surreptitious glances at it.

A smooth voice, rich with humour, came from across the room. "From the bulge
in his trousers I'd say he just woke up." It was his tormentor and saviour,
the black muscle-woman.

Jenny stood back up to rinse her sponge. Her top was so low cut that, even
when standing up straight, the tops of her breasts were clearly visible. She
smiled sweetly at him then leaned forward again, unselfconsciously thrusting
her bosom into his face.

"How are you feeling?" she asked softly.

Rob groaned, deeply pained. Despite his suffering, he still took pleasure from
the gently breathing motion of her chest.

"Like I've been hit by a truck," he told her.

Jenny backed off again, pulling a chair up to sit besides him, letting him see
the rest of the room finally.

It was an office - his bed was a leather couch. What he'd taken to be a
thumping in his head, was in fact the muted bass of the dance music. They were
still at the nightclub.

The oversized freak stood over in the corner, somehow managing to her fold
arms despite their ludicrous size. He shuddered at seeing her, muscles
bulging. He'd been at the receiving end of those guns and knew that compared
to her boyfriend, he'd got off lightly.

Jenny smiled a grin that was just as potent as her tits. "Well, you've got a
few new bruises on your arm, ribs, stomach. There's a bump on your head like
you wouldn't believe."

He instinctively reached up to feel it but she caught his arm and forced it
back down, scolding him. She stroked his face tenderly, watching him with
genuine affection. Rob lay back obediently, happy to be nursed.

Rob hated bouncers. They were stupid and built of muscle. It made them good
weapons because they just didn't know when to quit, not having the sense to
leave well enough alone. The door was kicked open, slamming against the wall
as Eddy strode furiously in.

"Fucking bitch," he howled. His face was puffed and swollen, evidence of his
previous encounter.

"Cool it," Gina told him, sounding more bored than anxious. She side- stepped,
putting her solid body before him. "Let's not do this again."

"Bitch," he insisted. "Look at my face. Christ, I think I lost a tooth. And
there's a lump at the back of my head like you wouldn't believe."

"Do you want to leave," Gina asked him, "or do you want another slap?"

"Don't pull that bouncer shit on me," he roared, standing his ground, though
careful not to make any further aggressive moves. "I know the routines too,
remember?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she agreed, "pity you don't learn from it though."

He pointed an accusatory finger at Rob. "And the next time I see that slag,
I'm gonna fucking stomp him."

Gina took the opportunity to pull the same trick that Eddy himself had first
used against Rob. She twisted his arm about, spinning him around and wrapping
a massive arm about his neck. Eddy's arm was twisted so far up his back the
bone creaked. It was agonising but his cry was cut short as a biceps muscle
like an iron baseball crushed into his windpipe.

She leant forward, putting her lips to his ear. She bit the lobe, hard but yet
still playful and tender. It infuriated him further, his helplessness and
humiliation burning to his soul.

Gina released him, shoving him towards the door. He stumbled but kept his
feet, turning to face her again.

"Don't," she warned, "I will take you down."

Eddy roared and swung a block-of-ham fist.

Gina wove aside, easily dodging. Then sank her own fist deep into his gut.
"Honey, you have to learn to fight," she told him, genuinely concerned. Then
she brought her knee up hard. However, the blow struck his inner thigh, rather
than the traditional target, she didn't want to actually damage him - not
tonight.

Eddy staggered backwards. Gina drew back a fist, then let it fly, socking him
right in the face, pulping his features with a wet splat. He landed outside
the office. Gina slammed the door, though it was symbolic, she herself would
be leaving in a minute.

She flexed her biceps, regarding the huge swelling mounds with an exhilaration
she felt down in the pit of her stomach.

"I notice you missed his bollocks," Jenny remarked, lifting a coy eyebrow.

Gina shrugged, lowering her guns again. "Violence makes me horny," she
admitted. "He is still my boyfriend."

"Dump him," Jenny suggested, still stroking Rob's face, an almost unconscious
gesture.

She sighed. "Oh, I probably will one day... but you know. Better the Devil you
know, as they say. And I am kind of fond of the oaf. He just needs a tighter
leash. He's not used to being told off."

"I think he got the message tonight," Jenny giggled.

Gina regarded Rob suddenly. "You gonna be OK?" she asked

He was apparently missing all that was happening around him - still dazed and
lost in the pleasant sensation and scent of the woman nursing him.

"Yeah, don't worry. A little hip-bumping will make him feel better."

"You sure?"

Jenny bit her lip, pausing for thought. Eventually she nodded. "I'll call you
later," she said.

Gina nodded and left them in private.

Rob hated bouncers. He was vaguely aware that the muscle-bint had finally
left. There had been some sort of ruckus but he couldn't quite remember what.
Forcing his eyes open he saw a vision of beauty, a nurse to guarantee a dozen
heart-monitors played jungle beats every time she walked through the cardiac
ward.

She noticed him watching her and she smiled. It was a grin that suggested the
kind of sweetness that went way beyond the mothering instinct; she had lurid
intent in her eyes.

"How are you feeling?" she asked.

"I'm... I'm cold," he stammered.

She peeled the skimpy top off of her flesh, unhooking her bra and tossing it
aside. Rob stared in awe at the most magnificent tits he'd ever seen, or could
ever hope to see.

She grinned, amused by his dumbstruck expression. It wasn't the first time
she'd seen a man pull that face and it probably wouldn't be the last. She sat
astride him.

"Let's see if we can warm you up then."

Rob hated bouncers. Even as Jenny was wiping all thought of her from his dazed
mind, Gina was seeking out Eddy. She found him sulking in the staff-room,
holding a wad of tissues to his face. The room was basic, consisting of a
couple of chairs, a kettle and a sink.

"What do you want?" he hissed moodily.

She grinned at him and slid her arms around his waist. "Don't be like that,
I'm here to make up."

"What you mean is you want to screw."

She raised her eyebrows at this. "Don't you?"

His silence was answer enough. She grinned.

He looked her deep in the eyes. "I may have been out of order tonight, but so
were you,"

She shrugged. "Maybe," she conceded.

It was enough for him to return the casual hug. But there was another thing
bothering him. He was concerned about his job. "You reckon Mr G will find out
about tonight."

"Na," she assured him, "no one here's gonna squeal you up."

"What about the little twerp? What's to stop him complaining, or going to the
Old Bill for that matter?"

"Don't worry, he ain't gonna see the morning," Gina assured him.

"What?"

"Internal bleeding. I caught him a good one in the kidneys. Tried to hold back
actually but I think I got a bit carried away. It got away from me." She
shrugged. "Shit happens."

"You certain he'll snuff it."

Gina nodded - she was sure. "Right about now he's got Jenny riding him his
last rites."

"Oh shit, does she know?"

Gina nodded again. "She knows the score. Figures as she was aiming to get some
tonight anyway, he's as good as any - he was originally a potential before all
this. She said she may as well give him his last moments of joy."

She pondered a few moments and smiled. "You know, she may not be muscled but
she's still pretty fit - it'll probably finish him off."

"Probably," Eddy agreed, just a little too wistfully.

"She'll give us a bell when she needs a hand with cleaning up. I take it
you've got some binbags and gaffer-tape."

"Always, just in case."

She smiled at him. "In that case, I suggest we find a private little cranny to
kill time until we're needed." She grinned wickedly, fixing his gaze with her
lustful eyes. "You think you're in pain now, loverboy, just wait 'til I'm done
with you."

And with that, hand in hand, they slipped away together.