Page 22 of Sugarplum

Griffin unapologetically reached down and slid his hand in his pants and Julie watched him grab his cock. “Baby, of course I’d take the chance. I’ve been wanting to bend you down over a table and smack your pretty little face with my cock ever since I laid eyes on you.”

“Wow,” Julie mouthed silently to Melissa. She then said out loud, “No one’s ever been that upfront with me before.”

“Well, I ain’t exactly done,” Griffin continued as he finished his last bottle of beer. He summed up every ounce of courage he had and flat out reached for Julie’s breasts and gave a squeeze, much to her surprise. “If I could have my way with you I’d fuck you right now in the parking lot and let your chubby friend here get a good look. Maybe Mel would like the show so much she’d spread her pussy for me too.”

Melissa was on the verge of slapping him in the face. She would have if not for Julie holding her hand down and continuing to ask Griffin for more details.

“Really? I’ve never been smacked by a cock before. Is yours big enough to make an impact?”

Griffin seemed a little offended by the question but he did his best to keep his cool. “Are you questioning my size? Bitch, I’ve got a cock so big I can shove it down your throat and there’d still be enough for your friend here to lick base and my balls.”

“Ooh, you should get it checked,” Julie pressed on and now her tone was getting obviously sarcastic. “I heard you could die if the effects of Viagra don’t wear off after four hours.”

Melissa burst out laughing and then added on top of Julie’s statements. “Now I wonder how his cock looks normally. Is it one of those instances where it’s like as big as my pinky finger when it’s soft but grows abnormally big after taking enhancement pills? It must be such an experience to feel it erect while in my mouth.”

Griffin was losing his cool. His breathing was coming in short bursts and the girls could him curling his fingers into fists. “You both better shut the hell up because I’m getting really pissed. You both better be grateful I haven’t smacked you up yet and thrown you in my barn. I’d tie you both down and fuck you until the goats cry.”

Julie just laughed when she realized Griffin pretty much cemented her next response. “Oh, so when you don’t have girls to screw you just settle with the goat? That must be really hard though because I heard you need a big cock to make an impact with bestiality.”

Melissa caught on and chimed a shot of her own. “Do you only fuck goats or do you settle with cows, horses, and pigs?”

“You’re a pig,” Griffin told Melissa. He was starting to get defensive and the alcohol was clearly affecting his speech. He was slurring more now and each sentence was slower than the one before. “I-I’d make you oink when I blow a hole in your ass and spill my cum on your face, slut.”

Julie laughed out loud. “Sweetie, you can call us anything you’d like but it still won’t make your cock any bigger. Don’t worry though, I’m pretty sure Bessy the sheep will bleat for you just the same when you stumble on home later.”

“Why you little smart-ass,” Griffin was mad – really mad.

“You started it,” Melissa pointed out. “My friend here was hoping to find some love and attention and we were thinking you could be the one to give her all that. You fucked it up when you started insulting Jules.”

Griffin looked honestly taken aback. “I’m the one who insulted her? I was just telling her the truth. She has to calm down, admit she’s a horny slut which is why she’s in a dump like this looking for cock like mine, and let me do my thing so we can both be happy.”

Smack!

He didn’t even see it coming. Julie recoiled her fist from the pain of the impact but the damage was done and when Griffin got to recover they all noticed her punch had broken his nose. Blood was seeping down his right nostril.

“What the fuck?” Griffin exclaimed in both confusion and pure wrath. The other patrons nearby were suddenly staring their way. Even the barkeep was keeping an eye on Julie, Melissa and Griffin in case this would erupt into a full-on bar fight. Of course there was going to be one.

Griffin rushed forward and raised his hand in a fist. Shouts erupted from all corners of the bar as it looked like he was about to slam his fist against Julie or Melissa. The latter shrieked in fear but Julie was as calm as she had ever been.

Julie took the initiative though and before Griffin could even walk up to her to retaliate she took her bottle of beer and slammed it down across face. Glass shattered and the tall, muscular cowboy fell to the floor. He was wounded but still conscious.

“Dude, you should go,” another male voice suddenly chimed in. Julie recognized it immediately and turned around to see Chace standing by the bar, right beside Melissa. He walked over to Griffin and grabbed his hand to aid him up on his feet. “Clean yourself up, you look pathetic man.”

Chace then handed some cash to the barkeep. “Here. This is for the trouble and to make sure your bouncers keep this guy out of here.”

“Sure thing, just make sure to keep a hand on your friend there too,” the barkeep replied. He eyed Julie with a cautious stare before he took Griffin and aided him into the bathroom, along with a bouncer.

“Chace?” Julie asked as she stared at him in wonder. She took a look around and then told the rest of the patrons, “Hey! Show’s over folks, get back to your fucking drinks!”

“Hey, calm down,” Chace tried to soothe her as he approached. He then turned to Melissa. “Thanks for calling me, by the way.”

Julie turned to Melissa with her jaw dropped low. “You’re the one who called him here?”

“Yeah, I texted him almost immediately after we started hooking up with Griffin,” she explained. “I mean, come on, Griffin looks like a crazed pedophile or something.”

Julie bit down to hold in her frustration. She’d just have to speak with Melissa later. Right now, she had to discuss everything with Chace. If he was here then it was very likely that Melissa told him why they were there in the first place.

“H-hey, can we have a minute or two?” Julie asked Melissa.

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