You are MINE (closed)

[Asa]

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See you may think just because I work for you that you own me like you have all those other bimbo's believing but since I make you more money than any of them... When that last patron leaves for the night Lance... You are MINE!

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Lance Deacon had no idea who he hired when when Gabriella Lane applied for the job of bartender. In four nights a week she pulls in more money for his little personal playden of a dive bar than three servers and the other bartender combined do in a whole week. After the "trial period" he had called her to his office to explain to her just what it meant to work in his bar his world. Simply put you work for him he owns you... And he will enjoy what he owns however he wants whenever he wants.

Gabriella's expression didn't change. Most of the girls get a look of horror or disgust till they see him and what he has to offer. Not Gabriella she just stood there staring through him no fear no horror no disgust no interest... Simply nothing yet she saw more than anyone else. He thought it a challenge as be dropped his jeans kicking them off as he stalked over to her.

That is when things went wildly different. Her eyes sparked with a darkness and power he barely registered before she literally had him by the balls and she finally spoke in a cold emotionless tone that he knew was lethally serious.

I bring this club more money than any bimbo you have out there willing to believe this being owned bullshit. So Lance here is how things will be. From the moment the last patron of this dive pours themselves out the front door... You are MINE! Is that clear? This... Is Mine. During business hours you want those dumb bimbos thinking you own them fine. And hey I might humor you and one in here on occasion during work hours... If I do. I call the shots... Is that clear?

A sudden squeeze and Lance knew he was screwed and quickly agreed just to get her to loosen her grip but she didn't and in a strange way he was glad. This cold commanding woman had more power than he could have imagined and now it seemed he was the one owned. He had no idea what that would mean and again in a strange way that was very powerful.
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Gabriella Lane grew up fast... At least after her father and step brother were killed. Her mom... If you could call her a mom. Didn't moms give even a remote rats ass about their child's well being health safety and education. Her father had been a cop which her mother hated completely. He was a cop when they met if she hated his job why did she even date him much less marry him and have a family? To say the least the selfish bitch who miraculously carried her for 12 hours shy of nine months made little to no sense. She would always bring up the story that she just had to be born early and ruin her time at some concert for some band that was more drugs than music. Her brother's friends stepped up as brothers to her but could do nothing about her mother beyond a roof over her head when she ran away. It was hanging with them she learned to fight and "hunt" as their "uncle" called it. She knew they were random mob muscle and her beauty and innocent smile helped her get in close to help lure out their targets. It also gained her more attention from every slimy bum her mother brought home from the bar. Another strike against her with the bitch... The fact that even some of the lowest slime of the earth would rather fuck her daughter then her. She was 17 when she realized she could claim power over those that tried to wield power over her. She busted the nose lips and jaw of her mothers latest meal ticket when he tried to rape her right in front of her drunk mother who didn't do anything but sit there and cuss her for him picking her instead. Didn't try to protect her and then when she defended herself she kicked her own daughter out and cradled the filth that had just tried to rape her own flesh and blood. So she packed her bags and took off. Living with her brothers honing her own new found power to dominate and destroy. The destroying got old so after a few years she found herself packing her bags and taking off to have a little fun in the world without always that fun leading to the hit... The kill... The contract. Now at 28 she found herself a "vigilante" of sorts. Turning abusive males into submissive playthings. Most of the time banding them back over to any of their victims who wanted a pet male. She was also getting tired of that. Not the breaking of the arrogant male but always releasing them to someone else. She wanted a plaything of her own. Or maybe she just wanted a place to call home

She found herself almost broke in some decent sized town who knows where. Nothing she wasn't used to so she found a place. Cheap room and board living in a little apartment over the top of some middle eastern market. Some elderly couple ran it with their grand kids. The oldest was maybe 5 and a constant talker. She wanted to know about her tats and where she was from and why her eyes looked so cold and sparkly. Her little brother didn't quite talk he just expected everyone to pick him up. Sweet enough little ankle biter he gave her a hug and kiss when she finally picked him up. The old woman clearly ran the show as she looked to her husband and told him they were going to be feeding her ateast once a day. He just nodded and commented that the kids were not afraid of her he was fine with whatever she decided.

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I couldn't take much more of this happy family stuff. Felt like I was in some alien movie or something. I finally got a word in edge wise and asked if they had a paper so I could find work no matter how nice they were I was nearly broke. So they handed me a paper and I vanished from Norman Rockwell world with accents and up to my room.finally found an add that I could handle... Bartender.

So I went downstairs and got a map of the town and went looking for this bar... Jackpot... it was a dive just like I liked. Not too many cheery chatty folks and no tourists. So I walked in and looked around. Dark some crappy cover band and a jukebox that looked like it fell out of some sixties biker movie and pool tables. I was home.

Some puny little redhead walked over.

Hi beer or whiskey?

Bourbon straight and I am here to talk to a Lance Deacon about a bartending job. Saw the add used to bartend in a place about like this in Philly.

 

[LucianDevine]

Lance Deacon
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When Ruby heard the customer mention the ad that had been put in the paper and wanting to talk to her boss she gave the woman a second look, from bottom to top. After she saw the woman's dirty blonde hair she simply nodded and turned around to got her a tall glass of bourbon.

"I'm going going to go tell Lance you're here. Jet should be able to get you anything else you need." Ruby gestured towards a tall and leggy woman with black hair at the other end of the bar. She then turned and walked along the bar behind her, exchanging glances with her before moving to the door at the end clearly marked with the words "Do Not Disturb". She hesitated for just a second before knocking on the door.

"What."

"Hey Lance, I'm sorry to interrupt, but somebody is here to talk to you about the job opening.

"Come in.

After another brief hesitation, Ruby opened the door and stepped inside, closing the door behind her.

"Is she a fit? Lance asked in a loud and confidant voice, knowing that no sound would escape his office.

"Yes, a perfect replacement for Amber.

"Good. Lance said simply as he put his pen down and pushed himself to his feet. He approached approached Ruby with a confidant swagger. He stood an impressive six foot six with broad shoulders and well-built arms. He easily towered over the petite redhead who shrank back against the door.

"Shall I...tell her you'll be right out?" Ruby asked, turning towards the door and grabbing the door handle.

"Eventually..." Lance said as he placed one hand on the door, holding it closed. "You didn't forget what it says on the door did you?" The small woman simply shook her head as she turned around and leaned back against the door. "You had a good reason, but you disturbed me, and you're not leaving until you make up for it. Both of them knew that that meant. He moved his hand to his pants and unzipped them slowly as Ruby lowered herself to her knees before him.

Lance did have to eventually get to the potential new girl waiting for him. So he let Ruby off easy with just a blowjob. He'd take more than that from her later. With that small bit of business out of the way, he zipped up his pants, buckled his belt, and opened the door for them both. Ruby exited first, and quite quickly, with him following behind her, closing the door behind him. She moved back to her place behind the bar, and Jet went back to the tables she'd been waiting on. He followed behind Ruby until he came to the woman at the bar that she'd mentioned.

"Ruby says that you're here about the job opening. My name is Lance, and I'm the owner. Tell me about yourself and your experience. What brought you to town?"

 

[Asa]

I'm Gabdiella
She smiled softly to him.

A near empty gas tank deposited me in town. I have worked tougher dives than this in Philly Chicago and Boston. Been bartending technically since I was 19. Skittish crew you expecting a rush or something.

She took a long drag off her cig staring right at him friendly enough of a smile. No need to scare him off with the real you Gab she thought. This town seems way too nice for a dive like this and she knew exactly why this crew was skittish... And that was the clearly sex driven slime standing before her. Acting time... Time to play she thought appearing innocent as she stood there picturing this hulking man towering over her on his knees before him chest and back with little trails of blood from the claws in her inside leather jacket pocket.

What about you? This doesn't exactly look like a dive bar kind of town?

She bit her lip deceptively soft eyes looking up st him from her little 5'5" height maybe 5'7" if she wore the right heels.

 

[LucianDevine]

Lance gave the new girl a once over before she spoke. Once she started to speak though, he had to hold back the smile that wanted to come to his face when he saw her biting her lip and looking up at him.

"Every town can be a dive bar kind of town with the right kind of people and events. This town is a sports town, and this neighborhood loves a close game as much as a nail-biter. Our lunch isn't normally too busy unless there is an afternoon game. The dinner rush lasts until closing time though, and more than makes up for it. A lot of girls don't last past their first night shift. I'll give you a shot though, if you think you can handle it."

Lance reached under the bar and pulled out a paper job application. "Show up tomorrow afternoon with this completed, and a picture ID, and we'll see how it goes, unless you have any other questions."

Even as he spoke, Lance couldn't help but imagine all of the fun that he hoped to have both with Gabriella and at her expense.

 

[Asa]

Nope like I said I have worked in tougher looking places than this... Especially in Boston.

She seemed to shudder a little as if remembering something briefly before looking back up to him taking the application her tiny hand brushing his unconsciously or so it would appear as she turned to go.

Nice to meet you Lance. See you tomorrow.

She turned the form fitting jeans with a few strategic holes in the legs that carried her out.

Once she was back to her place the little boy was right at the door as if she was a well known friend he expected to pick him up.

Next time little man

She pointed to her wrist and said owwie...booboo. All this did was activate super toddler who hearing booboo got his grandmother pointed to Gabriella's wrist and said booboo.

Are you okay.

She asked.

Yeah just clipped a table on mg way through the crowd to meet the manager for a job.

The old lady nodded and called over the older rug rat who carried a bag of food with her and handed it to Gabriella. The old lady wasn't kidding there is enough food in here for a week. She thanked them and went up to her apartment. It was only then she noticed the minions bandaid on her wrist. She laughed sneaky kid

As she ate she plotted what to wear to work that would appear "innocent" enough but would still gain her more orders and tips than he would ever expect on the first night for a new girl. Her innocent act was strong hone as an outer edge member of mob muscle "family"

Uncle if you could see me now she muttered with a laugh.

The next day she left her apartment in her leather jacket and boots and jeans. Hiding the corset top from her landlady. Once at work she tossed the jacket in the locker Jet showed her and walked out behind the bar dirty blonde hair wavy and loosely tied back.

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So where is the boss man?

 

[LucianDevine]

The bar was naturally already open and waiting when Gabriella arrived. Both Ruby and Jet looked up at her and smiled when she walked in the door. "Back for more eh?" The short red-head offered up. "You'll be with Jet today." She said, gesturing towards the leggy dark-haired woman that had also been there yesterday.

Jet greeted Gabriella with another smile and led her through the side door behind the bar that was between the end of the kitchen area and Lance's office door. She gave her a brief tour of the small area, nothing special naturally, really just the employee break room and bathroom, locker area, and the kitchen.

"Lance...right..." Jet started, clearly a little uncomfortable with the topic that was her boss. ""Like you know, he owns the place and handles all of the paperwork. He is here every morning before we open and every night after we close. He basically handles all the business and paperwork that keeps this place running while we handle the front of the house. Most of our customers are regulars. Things get pretty rowdy sometimes, but not normally out of hand. That hasn't happened in quite a long time. The last time was a couple of years ago. A couple guys got into a fight over a sports rivalry. Everybody else stayed out of it, which was pretty good for them, because Lance came storming out of his office, threw both of them out on the street and beat the hell out of them. As you can tell from his door he doesn't like to be disturbed, and whenever he does get disturbed, the offending person gets...what they deserve...Right...anyway, like I said, he's there if we need him, but we just try and stay out of his way as much as we can. As she finished speaking, Jet rapped on the door like Ruby had done the previous day.

"What?

"New girl is back. needs to see you.

"Come in.

Jet opened the door and stepped aside for Gabriella so that she could walk in.

"Thanks Jet..." Lance started as he forced himself to resist the smile that wanted to come to his face. He saw the hopeful look on her face just before she turned and tried to close the door. "Come see me before you leave tonight Jet. There is an issue that I need to address with you."

"...Sure thing Lance..." Came the soft reply from Jet before she closed the door behind her.

"Alright then, the pay is exactly what the ad said, non-negotiable of course. Tips are one-hundred percent yours, but have to be totaled up and reported for tax purposes. Just a note, I see everything that goes on out there." Lance took a moment to gesture to the television screens that hung above his computer desk. There was a camera in every corner of the building, both front of the house and back as well as a few extras that covered any would-be blind spots. "Don't do anything that you're going to regret and we'll get along just fine. Pay checks can be collected every Friday. Tonight you're on shift as an extra with Jet, Sapphire, and Emerald. You'll be behind the bar with Jet. It's normally two girls for the morning and afternoon with three for the evenings. You'll get paid in cash tonight, and any tips you make today are all yours, off the books. I'll have you in the computers by tomorrow if you make it through the night. If you have any questions at all ask any of the girls. All of them can wait and tend the bar as necessary. You can start right now, unless you have any other questions?"

 

[Asa]

She smiled looking to Jet as she rattled off everything.

Sounds a lot tamer than my last tending job in Boston. The boss actually paid for bartenders to learn to use a sawed off shotgun.

She laughed a little. mainly to calm the poor girl and a faint window into she could handle problems. That same innocent smile on her lips as she was shown into the office. The desire to grab him by the throat and teach this poor girl how to submit a slime like him she his well. Remembering the look in his eyes when she bit her lip the day before she did again listening to him.

No not really just do we deal with any problems or do you?

She toyed with a curl appearing a little nervous around him but smiled.

Outside of that seems pretty straight forward.

She smiled and walked out to tend bar.

 

[LucianDevine]

"I leave minor disruptions to you ladies and the kitchen staff, raised voices, arguments, and loud sports disputes. If anything serious like a fist fight breaks out or somebody is stupid enough to try and rob the place, I will handle it. A fair few of the local cops are regulars though. So not many people are stupid enough to try and rob us."

Lance had been watching everything Gabriella was doing, and he found it rather adorable the way she twirled one of the stray curls of her hair. He was absolutely drawn to her tight little ass and the way her hips swayed as she left his office. Goddam! He was really looking forward to Friday. That was when she would learn the true meaning of the price for disturbing him, and that was when he would break that tight little ass in like he'd already done with every one of his girls several times over.

 

[Asa]

Nodding she walked out and began bartending. A few tosses and twirls and she had the money flying towards she and Jet. She also heard the questions and mumblings about someone named Amber that was apparently replacing and a couple of drunks calling her Amber as she sweetly corrected them and introduced herself. She was able to talk sports music all of it and even got the waitstaffs tables to give them bigger tips and more drink orders just to watch her make the drinks. T

The night seemed to end far too fast however. As the patrons slowly filed out and she moved to the jukebox to play some music while they all cleaned up. Making sure in perfect innocence that some cameras as she cleaned would get this slime some brief clevage views if not clear down the corset. A master at the innocense act she could pretty much lead any man around "by the balls" as it were without even touching them.

 

[LucianDevine]

Lance had owned this bar for more years than people would have suspected, and as such, he was able to keep a steady eye on all of the cameras while still being able to do all the hard-copy paperwork that was necessary, as well as the stuff that he kept on his computer. It didn't take him long to notice that the girl that Gabriella, or rather the girl that would soon be known as Amber, was as good as she said she was. He saw the way she worked the customers, often times getting them a drink at the bar and then convincing them to get a table to share the money with the rest of the girls.

The four of them worked the front of the house like a well-oiled machine, and Lance would have felt awfully proud of that if his mind wasn't far too distracted by the thought of fucking the hell out of Jet's tight little cunt tonight and Amber's come Friday. Hell, even after they closed up and the girls were cleaning up, he was still blessed with several perfect shots of Amber's cleavage, and a single frame that gave him a perfect sight line right down her corset. He caught the clear outline of one of her nipples, and if he hadn't already been worked up enough for when Jet came knocking, that sure as hell would have done it.

 

[Asa]

Friday rolled around and the innocent act was about to make her puke. He had not tried anything yet and she was itching for a fight. She needed to beat some well deserving asshole into the ground.

She arrived at work and as always wowed the crowds and kept the money pouring in. Tonight was payday and an innocent enough little red dress seemed in order.

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[LucianDevine]

With Amber's first day being on Tuesday, the next two days had been absolute torture for Lance. things were so bad in fact, that he'd gone as far as to call up a friend on Wednesday and two on Thursday. All of the girls knew his friends by now. They knew what it meant whenever one of his friends showed up, and the only real question was which of the girls those friends were going to call on to go get Lance and thus get used to sate his ever growing lust for Amber, who seemed to be showing more and more skin as each day passed.

Despite the way in which he ran his business and treated his girls, Lance was careful enough in said dealings to avoid the notice of most of the regulars. The fact that they were usually under some level of intoxication-fueled impairment always helped.

When Friday finally came, Lance truly could not be happier. He had managed to make it through the entire week without arousing any suspicious from Amber, despite the fact that he had called one of his friends on Thursday while she was on shift. God how he'd wished he could have made her knock on his door, but today was finally the day! It almost seemed to be destiny, because she chose a dress of all things! That would make it that much easier for him to do exactly what he wanted to do to her when the time came.

Despite the fact that Friday was the busiest night of the week, this particular Friday seemed to go by at a snails pace. The girls were of course making bank, and while Amber was making more than the rest, Ruby and Sapphire were still having an above average day, most likely because they knew that this was Amber's first Friday, and she was guaranteed to get called into his office last at the end of the day.

When at long last the final call had been made, the last customer out the door, and the place clean and ready for opening, Lance called the girls into his office one by one. Amber was last of course, and he was standing by the door, holding it open for her so that she would walk in first. He followed her and closed the door behind him.

"Your paycheck is on my desk there." Lance started, making no efforts now to hide the way he was looking at her. "There are a couple of things I need to go over with you, though. First off, I'm sure you're smart enough to know that the names of the other girls aren't their real names. They all have nicknames based on the color of their hair. It makes it easy for word of mouth to spread about one of them or the other. That is of course why so many of the regulars have been calling you Amber. If you choose to continue working here, you will answer to the name Amber from now on, no matter who says it. Furthermore, it's time you finally understood the true meaning of the words on the outside of my door, and what happens when I am so disturbed."

It was at this time that Lance lifted his hands to slowly unbutton his shirt. He did so as he continued to talk, as though he'd done this hundreds of times before. "You girls have no idea what it takes to run a business like this. You stand out there, flirt with the customer, and shake your tits, acting like you own the place, but you don't, I do. I pay all of the bills, the taxes, the fees, and the bribes that are necessary to keep this place running and you girls employed."

With his shirt unbuttoned, Lance easily shrugged it from his large shoulders, caught it in one hand, and tossed it on the chair that sat against the wall, across from his desk. His hands then dropped to his pants, undid the button, and lowered the zipper."You girls have a pretty good gig when you think about it. You make more money in your position than you would make basically anywhere else. To top it off, it's all effectively same-day cash that isn't rivaled by any other place in this town you can name."

"And all I ask for letting you work here, make that money, and live a better life than you would ever live without me..." Lance let his jeans drop to the floor, leaving him clad in just a pair of boxers that was straining to contain a cock whose size was absolutely proportionate to it's owner. "Is that you drop to your knees or bend over so that I can fuck you or use you as I see fit..." His boxers hit the floor next, revealing his fully hard eleven inch long cock that was easily two inches wide.

"I'm going to be honest with you..." Lance said as he stepped forward. "This is going to happen tonight, one way or the other. So just accept that. Also, I have friends in very high places that will ensure that any charges you attempt will be quickly dropped and followed with immediate repercussions on both you and your family and friends." He took another step forward.

"The only question is this...Are you going to bend over and take it like a good little whore, or am I going to have to have to bend you over and make you scream when I take what I want? The choice is yours this time Amber. What will it be?"

 

[Asa]

She sat back on the edge of the desk watching the little display. No emotion on her face at all. No horror... No fear... She didn't even seem impressed with his size. In fact that emotionless stare was almost bone chilling. She then stood up and with a grip far stronger than her innocent act ever let on she spoke in a voice as lethal cold as her stare as she with a painful grip held his 11 inches like a vice

I bring more money into this dump in four nights than your staff does in a week. So you know what Lance... When the last patron pours themselves into a cab at night.

You... Are.. MINE!

Her grip tightened on the word mine.


This... Is... Mine!

You wanna keep up appearances with those bimbos out there that actually believe this being owned by you bullshit... That's fine... For now. Who knows I may even come back here from time to time to humor you during office hours but even then... You are mine. You are now the one owned. Is that clear...pet?

Her eyes held an almost dead black power to them as she spoke and her grip near machine tight as she stared at him.

You ever try to lay an unwanted hand on me and your friends will find you in a pool of your own half dead blood.


She finally smirked.

Do we have an understanding Lance. I'd hate to have to rip it off with my bare hands here and now before you get the chance to prove you're a good boy and get to use it.

 

[LucianDevine]

Lance had gone through this scenario more times than he count, and even more in his head, and in none of them did the person on the other side of the room even dare to resist. The most interesting thing about this Amber, was that she didn't react to anything he did or said. Her face was like a blank mask, no surprise or fear at all, not even anger. Her normally brown eyes were practically black in this light, and gave him nothing to go on at all.

Though he saw the hand that was reaching for his cock, Lance didn't move back. It was pretty common actually. Some simply wanted to marvel at the size where others wanted to feel the firmness. Fewer still tried to squeeze it in the hopes that it would cause enough pain to distract him long enough for them to get away.

When Gabriella's hand closed around his cock though, he was anything but prepared for the sudden strength with which she squeezed his cock. It's thickness was now a problem all it's own as it made her grip hurt that much worse. He made to swing at her as she spoke, but his punch fell short as he was almost brought to his knees when her grip somehow tightened even further.

Lance wanted to fight back or at least put up some small level of resistance, but the vice-like grip Gabriella had on his cock got tighter by the second. He held out as best he could, but when he saw the head of his cock turning an angry shade of purple he finally relented.

"Alright! Alright!" Lance screamed at last, hoping that her unbelievably tight grip would loosen up at least a little. When that didn't happen, he knew that he had to go one step further. "I'm...I'm Yours! Gabriella!" He ended his statement with her real name praying to whatever god would listen just then that she would let him go. He didn't have to believe the words he said, no! He just had to make her believe them long enough for him to regain the upper hand and overpower her!

 

[Asa]

This acceptance was too easy... Like this... No... He was playing the game. She took a little pressure off her grip and leaned down near his ear...

I don't believe you... Just like you don't believe me but trust pet... You ever lay even one unwanted hand on me... It will be the last thing you ever do.

Picking up her check from the desk she kicked him back away from her as she let go and walked to the door.

It would really be in your best interest to accept this... You are mine.

 

[LucianDevine]

To say that Lance was absolutely livid at himself that evening was the understatement of the millennium! It took everything he had not to destroy everything in both his office and his bar right then and there! He sword to himself that he would make that stupid bitch pay!

Though he ended up going to bed that night without destroying anything, a miracle in it's own right, his thoughts of revenge kept him up so late that he barely managed to get a couple of hours of sleep before his alarm went off. He cursed at the damned thing but forced his exhausted body out of bed. The shower that he took helped to wake him up a little, enough for him to take out all of his pent up frustration on Ruby, who had the misfortune of being the one opening the bar that Saturday. He started off with a blowjob, or more specifically a face-fuck that left her gagging and almost puking on his thick length several times. He ended it her face down on the floor, his strong hands gripping her ass and hips as tight as if he were trying to strangle the life out of Gabriella as fucked the ever-living-shit out of her. By the time he was done, she was barely able to stand, and he actually ended up sending her home and calling in Sapphire to open, who would otherwise have been off that day.

 

[Asa]

The transformation to the real Gabriella in his office the night before stayed as she showed up to bartend that night dressed more like the real her

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Not surprising to her lots of male patrons seemed to respond quite well to it and seemed submissive to her including a couple of off duty cops. She however was curious how Lance would behave.

 

[LucianDevine]

After Violet arrived to replace Ruby, Lance spent the rest of the early afternoon in his office. He tried to focus on work, but thoughts of Gabriella and what she'd done to him the previous night were constantly distracting him. Part of him wanted to fire her, part of him wanted to straight up kill her, and the last part of him really wanted to just finish what he'd tried last night. For now though, there was nothing he could do except wait for the night to end and go from there.

 

[Asa]

Gabriella had been busy by the pool tables when she first got in. Some of the steel mill guys and bikers surrounding her from time to time some on their knees some trying to dance for her. Once the crowd thinned a little and she started to make her way to the bar walking past the rack of pool cues on the wall and a couple of tables on the other side of the dividing line she felt hands grab her hips and a voice she remembered all too well. The voice of nightmares... Vince.

 

[LucianDevine]

You never really knew who you were going to meet in a dive bar or who was going to walk in next to you or behind you. Nobody even blinked an eye when Vince walked in. The place was far too packed for anybody to care about another random person that they'd never seen before and would probably never see again.

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Vince ordered a whiskey from Violet at the bar and then simply leaned against it, sipping at his drink as he looked at the crowd in front of him. Normally he would just be looking for another random slut to fuck and abandon in the morning, but since he'd just left his latest girlfriend, if you could call her that, he was on he hunt. His attention was naturally drawn to the large crowd of men that were gathered around some chick in leather. He saw her at first, but immediately had to do a double take to make sure that he saw who he thought he saw. He hadn't seen Gabby in in over ten years. He took a long drink from his whiskey before setting it down at the bar. "It was definitely time that the two of them got "reacquainted", he thought with a wry smile. She was a conquest that had eluded him when he'd been going out with her mother, much o his chagrin, but hopefully that was something he would be able to remedy tonight.

Vince took his time in approaching Gabby, letting himself blend into the crowd around her. He made sure to always keep himself behind her though. He wanted the element of surprise. When he at last managed to get to the front of the crowd he approached her with bold abandon, grabbing her hips with both hands as he leaned in and whispered "Well look who it is...little Gabby all grown up...". Against her neck before daring to flick his tongue against her flesh.

 

[Asa]

His hands... That voice. She wanted to run to puke to figure out any escape. Then that dead calm came over her and Ramiro's words in her ear. "Turn fear to fight baby girl". A slow blink and the world slowed. She saw every event before it happened.

Her hand darting out then back to her with a pool cue in it. The spinning of the pool cue in front of her before the spinning went to the side and she heard the sound of hardwood and bone. Hands gone from her body as she turned to face e him pool cue dancing above her head and then down. Wood to flesh raining down all over this monster before her. Clearly the injuries before had not left a big enough impression... This would.

Some of the bikers had seen this punk grab their bartender and had started to close in on him to beat him to death for his actions but... Gabriella... Whoa she went dead calm... Her eyes... Seconds of fear now Heald death.

Gabriella couldn't stop... Or could that be... Wouldn't stop till Vince was dead.

 

[LucianDevine]

Lance had been keeping a very steady eye on Gabriella all night. He had of course seen that she was surrounded by people, and even seen a guy grab her hips. In his bar that wasn't an entirely unfamiliar thing. Usually the worst case scenario was a couple of guys getting into a fist fight that he had to break up. Hell, at this point, he would have welcomed that! That would have given him something to take his pent up frustrations on.

The one thing that Lance was not expecting to happen though, was for Gabriella to grab a pool cue, spin it in her hands for some momentum, step forward, turn, and hit the guy in the head. The second he saw that on the camera, he reacted. He pushed himself out of his chair, headed towards the door, pulled it open with enough force for that when the knob hit the wall, the sound was heard over the sound of the jukebox.

Though there were enough regular customers around to know what was going to happen in a situation like this, they were too distracted by Amber's actions to move out of Lance's way. He couldn't have cared less though as he literally shouldered people out of his way. When he finally reached Gabriella she was reigning blows down on the guy with the pool cue, which had long since broken. His hands reached out and caught her wrists. He pulled her arms down behind her, twisting them behind her back and leveraging them in place with his arms.

Violet! Call an ambulance! Emerald! Crowd control! Free round for everybody! Nobody leaves!!

Lance's orders were easily heard, and both of the other girls responded immediately. The customers were all too stunned to do anything but get out of his way as he used his strength, leverage, and anger to manhandle Gabriella towards his office. He kicked the door closed, spun her rapidly around, and pinned her against it. He stood in a way that gave her no ability to move, try to kick him in the groin, or even headbutt him.

"We've got ten minutes before the police come. Which means you have exactly five minutes to explain to me what the fuck that was all about before I fire your ass and let you get arrested!" Lance all but shouted into Gabriella's ear.

 

[Asa]

Her eyes... darting between the present and a memory. Muscles tense as she hissed.

Even a slime like you surely can't abide a child rapist Lance...

The level of tenseness to her muscles as she spoke might give away her fear that she was the now half dead mans victim in the past.

_________

Lance's bar came across the radio as a disturbance. Detective Mendez jumped at the chance to go handle it for several reasons.

1. Keep the heat off of Lance.
2. Just in case the trouble was from an out of town family source brought on by the real reason. He wanted to go.
3. He would get to see Her again... Gabriella.

 

[LucianDevine]

Lance felt Gabriella tense up, but his strength and leverage left her exactly no room to move. He heard her hiss just before he heard her speak, but his grip didn't lighten up in the least.

"If that is what he is, then no, I don't approve of it, but that's not the question at hand now is it?"

As harsh as the accusation towards the man in question was, Lance wasn't about to take anything Gabriella said at face value, not after the stunt she'd pulled last night.

"Given the stunt that you pulled last night, I'm reluctant to trust anything you say right now, but that's not the point. The point is that this is my bar, and if somebody needs to get their ass kicked or killed, I'll be the one doing it or arranging it." Lance took the opportunity to put a bit more pressure into his hold on her. "Let's get one thing straight right now. Anything that happens in here is between me and whomever I'm with, yourself included, as well as this conversation, but anything and everything that happens out there in that bar is my business, and my business alone. I can claim that I was protecting myself, my property, my staff, or my customers, and easily pay off any witnesses that might have a different opinion on the matter. That claim gets much harder to make..." He leaned forward, pressing her face even harder into the door. "When a member of that staff cold-cocks a patron in the face and proceeds to beat the holy hell out of him!"

Lance took a quick moment to glance at his watch. He cussed softly before pivoting the two of them and shoving her none to gently towards the far side of his office. "I recommend that you sit your ass down and stay in here until I come for you." He didn't bother saying what the consequences for disobedience would be, having already said them earlier. So he simply stared into her eyes for a few seconds before leaving the room and slamming the door behind him.

"You two!" Lance pointed to two of the bikers that had been fawning over her moments before the incident, and likely about to step in before she took matters into her own hands. The two men looked at each other for a second but eventually came towards him. "Stand here and make sure this door stays closed. She doesn't come out, and nobody goes in unless I'm with them. I'll make it worth your while when this is all said and done. Any questions?" The men looked at each other once more before turning back to him. When they shook their head he simply nodded and moved to talk with the girls while they waited for the cops to show up.

 

[Asa]

Greg was already there... Plain clothes talking with one of the patrons right before seeing the poor bastard on the floor. No.... No fucking way... Had he won the lottery or something. Getting to see Gabriella and haul in a serial rapist wanted in four States. Not to .mention they told him "Amber" was the one that laid him out. He felt sure if she reacted like this she knew the guy. That thought alone made him want to put a bullet in him.

Lance... You sometimes make my job easy you know that. This sorry fuck Painting the floor in blood is a serial rapist wanted in four States. Predominantly his victims aren't over 18. Where is Gabriella... I get the feeling she was one of his victims.

He refused to call her Amber and didn't give a damn what Lance said about it.