Page 2 of Power Move
As he moved his body slightly, I slid quickly past and belliedup to the bar. Desperately seeking the attention of the bartender, I practically laid my breasts on the bar top. Men looked, but no one helped me. The intrusive man hovered.
“They don’t make them like this anymore,” he said.
I felt his eyes boring into my ass. I wanted to turn and yell but remained focused on shutting Callie O’Malley up. My eyes remained on the prize until the man clamped his hands on my hips. I turned to shout, but before I could, someone stepped in.
Davey
“I knew as soon as they put Rudy on the mound we were fucked,” Carlos sighed as we settled into beers at our favorite haunt.
“Maybe you could just buy him out. Does it work like that?” Joe, an old buddy asked.
“I don’t think it does, no,” I chuckled. “Someone needs to fire House. The man cannot manage a team.”
“It’s the Cubs,” Rudy said. “Every year, you think it will get better.”
“And every year it gets worse,” I added. “Yet, we’re in this toxic relationship and always come back for more.”
“I think I know what’sreallyhappening,” Carlos said.
I wanted to listen to his delightful conspiracy theory, but all I saw was a pretty woman with honey colored hair trying desperately to get the bartender’s attention. Her tits were the first draw and the reason I became distracted, but I soon trained my eyes on the man behind her looking ready to strike.
“Give me a sec,” I said.
Sensing trouble, I quickly ditched my beer and filed through the crowd to find the man gripping the woman’s hips from behind.
“Hey, buddy, you want to step off her?” I called.
He turned, enraged, and immediately backed off. I didn’t know if it was because he recognized me or appreciated that I had a good five inches and at least thirty pounds on his skinny little ass, but he backed off.
“We were just… talking.”
“Like hell we were!” The woman shouted. “You can fuck off!”
The guy glared in her direction, then cowered in mine, leaving.
I expected a thank you but got none. She turned back to the bar, ignoring me. I tried very hardnotto stare, but I couldn’t help it. She was beautiful. The scowl on her face was more attractive yet. So, when she turned, giving me a look like “you’re excused”, I couldn’t help myself.
“I don’t owe you a thank you,” she said. “But I do appreciate that you did the bare minimum as a member of society to run the fuckwad off.”
I snickered. “Well, I’d hope someone would do the same for me.”
“Promise that if a woman grabs onto your hips, buddy, I’ll go after her. Sadly, the only woman who would do that is at the table over there that is waiting for drinks, and this bartender could give a flying fuck about me.”
I raised my hand, and the bartender nodded and approached.
“What can I get you, Davey?” He asked.
I looked at the woman.
“A round of shots,” she answered. “Six lemondrops.”
She made a face that showed she found her friend’s taste in drinks to be reprehensible, and I laughed.
“Make it nine. We’ll be drinking with them. Put it on my tab,” I said.
Incredulous, the blonde rolled her eyes. “Sure.”
The bartender put in the order.
