The twist of fate

You’d think that a girl who gets off busting balls would be like a pig in clover in security work. Sadly, management don’t like their clients going home with the imprint of my knee on their jewels. But there was one time that I’ve chatted about to some of you. This is what happened.

It’s not uncommon for guys to come onto me a bit. They don’t mean any harm. It’s all in good fun and we just flirt a bit. But this guy was different. He homed in on me right from the start. Trying to stare me down, making suggestive comments, pushing up against me, trying to fondle me. Most guys who cause trouble are easy to handle. They’re usually braggarts or drunks, often both. This guy was neither. In a fair fight, I knew I wouldn’t stand a chance. He was big and strong, and it was obvious from the way he carried himself that he could handle himself. And worse, he was sober. I kept a discreet eye on him during the evening and I’d swear he didn’t touch a drop.

Towards midnight there was a bit of fracas. Goodness knows what started it, but it quickly became a free for all. I was trying to get through the melee to help separate the main troublemakers when I came face to face with this guy. He just blocked my path and wouldn’t let me past. Just stood there grinning at me. Then he grabbed my tits. I wasn’t putting up with that and didn’t have the time to waste, so I just drove my knee hard into his crotch, hard enough to put the toughest guy out of action for a while. But he didn’t go down. He just stood there laughing at me and at the expression on my face when a jolt of pain went through my knee. He’d come prepared with a groin protector. Keeping his grip tight on my tits, he pushed his face into mine and told me he was going to fuck me.

I didn’t have time to think. I just acted instinctively and grabbed hold of his waist band with one hand while I pushed the other down inside his trousers and got a tight grip on his protector. There wasn’t a lot of room for manoeuvre, so I just pulled and twisted. It didn’t budge at first, which made him smirk. I managed to get my fingers under an edge, and that gave me a bit of leverage. He muttered something about me being turned on because my nipples had gone hard, but I wasn’t really listening. I just kept pulling and twisting until at last the protector moved slightly. I gave it an almighty jerk and it started to twist. That wiped the smirk off his face, but he kept hold of my tits. Suddenly he let go and started cursing me for being a fucking bitch, his saliva spitting into my face. I don’t know whether I’d trapped his balls or his cock and I didn’t care. Now I twisted my hand back and forth. There was pain on his face now and he was swallowing hard. He tried to pull my hand out of his trousers, but the more he pulled the more I twisted. I remember his Adam’s apple bobbing as he gulped for air. I knew I’d won when his face went pale and his knees started to give way. I could have just let him drop, but he’d really pissed me off, so I gave his protector one last vicious twist, digging it hard into his flesh. He bellowed in pain and I let him sink to his knees.

That was the last I saw of him. He must have crawled away. No one saw him leave and he never came back.

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