Callie Fights for Dylan

[Joe S]

People crowded the small bar like an army of ants swarming a prized morsel of food, leaving Dylan to wonder just how the hell he was supposed to get drinks. He finally got a night out with Callie, after what felt like endless weeks of her putting in way too much overtime, and somehow they end up in this meat market. He stood about three heads deep and he’d already been waiting ten minutes. He looked around fascinated by the sheer number of “bros” brazenly ogling some of the young hotties around them, flexing their muscles unnecessarily with exaggerated hand motions as they conversed with each as they waited.

Dylan looked back, craning his head around a particularly obnoxious guy sporting a thick chain around his neck that hung down over the open throat of his shirt, and tried to make eye contact with Callie who, luckily, had snagged a table in the corner when they’d arrived. Timing was everything. She smiled and waved her hand as if to say “go on, I don’t mind the wait” as he shot her an apologetic look. He felt a push from behind and heard the meat head with the chain growl, “Move up buddy.” Dylan scowled, but moved up.

Finally, he reached the bar and ordered. The drinks came surprisingly fast and as Dylan wheeled around to return to his table, Mr. Gold Chain jostled his elbow causing one of the drinks to spill onto the guy’s expensive looking leather shoes. “Hey, watch it asshole,” the guy said with a taunting sneer. “Fuck you,” Dylan muttered, which was uncharacteristic of his generally amiable nature, but he was clearly at the end of his patience. He ducked his head and knifed his way over to Callie.

When he set the drinks down, Dylan began to apologize but then noticed that Callie wasn’t looking at him, but rather over his shoulder. He turned around just in time to take a shove from Mr. Gold Chain, who’d apparently followed him back to the table.

“Fuck you,” said Gold Chain as Dylan staggered back. Dylan steadied himself and raised his arms. “Sorry man,” he said, “I didn’t mean it personally. Just lost my patience with the line.” Gold Chain sneered. “Fuck your sorry old man. You gonna pay to get my shoes cleaned?” He said, pointing down at them. When Dylan looked down to survey the minimal damage to the man’s shoes, Gold Chain clipped him with a forearm to the chest, knocking him back into his seat. Dylan tried to jump up, but Callie was already on her feet. Despite her tight skirt, she seemed to have no trouble moving her lithe legs, which looked oh so long in her cherry red heels.

“Back off, cupcake,” Gold Chain tittered, blatantly taking an eyeful of Callie’s bountiful cleavage. She stared daggers at the oafish man, unimpressed with the muscles bulging against his shirt. Gold Chain looked at her in disbelief, and then to Dylan he said, “Tell yer bitch to stand down, or I’m gonna put her down. Like ol’ fuckin’ Yeller.” Gold Chain laughed at his quip. His laugh quickly caught in his throat, replaced by a feeling of choking on something. He gagged as the breath went out of him.

Callie didn’t find Gold Chain’s quip very funny, Old Yeller had hit her hard as a little girl, and she didn’t hesitate. She lifted her skirt to give her leg free range and drew it back high. Then she swung it forward and kicked the guffawing man dead in his balls. It gave her no small pleasure to see the look of shock on his face as he seized up, trying to process what just happened. Callie always savored that sweet momentary reaction because it always led to such a beautiful expression of pain that every man eventually wore after a woman kicked his precious jewels. Gold Chain was no different, and Callie enjoyed seeing the sneer of his jutting jaw crumble pitifully as the pain in his balls exploded through him. She smirked haughtily when he dropped to the ground groaning and curled into a ball.

Dylan gaped up at from his seat, surprise mixed with admiration in his eyes. She winked at him as she pulled her skirt down,  which had ridden up a little higher than it should have. She also realized the force of her kick had knocked her breasts askew in her bra as well. As she was adjusting her boobs, getting them in that perfect position where they seemed to explode off her slim body, she became aware of a female voice shouting.

“What the fuck?!” A young woman was coming at her, cheeks flushed, eyes narrowed. “You fucking bitch,” the girl ranted at Callie in an unbridled rage.

Dylan’s admiration for Callie disappeared in a flash as he realized this girl wasn’t about to settle for an apologetic conversation. He practically leapt from his chair, jumping in front of Callie, just in time to catch the girl’s fist square on his jaw. Timing wasn’t everything. His head snapped back and he reeled.

The girl leered, trembling with rage. “That was meant for your bitch, you dumbass,” she said hotly. “But this is for you.” Before Callie could intervene, the girl followed up her punch with a blistering kick to Dylan’s balls, sending them deep into his stomach. He caved to the ground, rolling in agony next to Gold Chain.

The sight of Dylan on ground, clutching between his legs seemed to mollify the girl as the heat drained from her pretty face. She ignored Callie’s protests, shrugging away from Callie’s grasp, and stooped next to Gold Chain. “Aw, babe, are you okay?” She cooed softly, rubbing his head. Gold Chain only moaned in response.

Callie, sensing the worst was over, reached down and pulled Dylan to his feet, causing him to grimace as another shockwave of pain coursed through him. “C’mon, Dylan, let’s get out of here,” she said moving quickly toward the door. When she didn’t feel him behind her, she turned to see he was still well behind her, gingerly limping his way along. She felt bad for the poor guy, but it still didn’t stop her from chuckling at his sorry, clumsy movements. It must really suck to be rendered so helpless, so easily, she thought.

Looking around the room, as she waited for Dylan to catch up, Callie was surprised that no one was paying much attention. She’d felt like it had been quite a scene, but it did happen rather quickly, so maybe she shouldn’t be surprised. She caught the eye of one young woman, whose stunning porcelain face shone with glee. The girl flipped her silky raven hair exposing the curve of ear in pixie-like fashion and elbowed the fine-looking young man next to her. He also looked toward Callie. The girl mimed applause and Callie grinned. But when the young man shot her a thumbs up, the grin became a beam.  And then she noticed the girl’s arm. It strayed down across the chest of the man and Callie guessed that the girl’s hand was buried firmly in his crotch. Her suspicions were confirmed when she looked closer at the man. She could see he was forcing his smile through gritted teeth. You go girl, Callie, thought. Squeeze those balls good.

A beefy bouncer whose sinister goatee was counter to his pleasant brown eyes held the door for the couple as Dylan finally caught up with Callie. “You okay, bro?” He asked, noticing Dylan walking lamely, a hand lingering on his upper thigh.

Dylan looked at but Callie answered for him. “He’ll be fine. Just got his balls kicked by some young girl is all.” She flashed the bouncer her heart stopping radiant smile.

“That’s all?” He cried, astonished. “Listen lady, you better take care of him. The only time I ever missed a shift was the day after I tried to break up a catfight here. One of the gals got me in the nuts and I thought I was gonna pass out.” He shook his head and shuddered at the memory.

“You’re right,” Callie said, giving Dylan a little push out the door. “It must really hurt when those sensitive little organs get kicked.”

“Don’t I know,” replied the bouncer dourly.

As they moved down the street Callie called over her shoulder. “But hey, that’s why you should always treat a woman with respect. You never know when she’ll follow through on that ever present urge to haul off and smash your precious balls.”

[the night will continue...]