Battered barfly.
by The " T.K.O Kidd " desio@adelphia.net
short, and to the point, a roughhouse gal batters a drunk...


Battered barfly.

" Get up you little wimp, get up NOW ! " Shelby said loudly to the man
sprawling away from her beneath a table. Suddenly Shelby kicked the table
violently out of the way, spilling several glasses of beer, along with a
couple of longneck bottles. The barmaid, and several others only watched on
not calling for help, knowing that Fred the man getting his ass kicked by this
fierce hellcat, had it coming, and Shelby wasn't holding back as she delivered
a boot into his stomach that sent him rolling against a wall of the bar.

" AAAaaahhhgggGGG ! " Fred howled in pain, as he rolled from Shelby's
punishing kick, and laid against the wall clutching his stomach in pain;
trembling in more fear, and growing sober rather quickly due to the gal
standing above him, and now bending over taking him by the collar of his
shirt, and pulling him to his feet; in not of a so pleasent mannor. Shelby
then slammed Fred into the side of the wall forcing his oxygen from his lungs
due to the impact of his back hitting the wall. " IIiiieeeaaahhhgggGGG ! "
Fred was paralyzed with fear as he looked up to Shelby, a woman who stood
several inches taller than himself, and weighed more than likely thirty to
forty pounds heavier then himself. Fred weighed a good one hundred, and
sixtyseven pounds, and stood five foot seven, but he was dealing with a big
woman. Shelby's body size, and proportion wasn't on the side of distaste, but
she was a bigboned gal, packing alot of solidness about her; very well built,
and all packed into the right places. Shelby's legs protruded from her cutoff
jeans, beginning at her thick, and desirable thighs, on down to her just as
pleasent lower legs. Shelby's calfs had the strong solid appearance, holding
some muscle definition tone in them. Shelby's upper body matched even more so
opposed to her lower torso; having broad strong shoulders, with a fairly good
size set of arms, proceeding from her white tanktop. Her firm, and bountiful
breasts is what made men's mouths watered, as they pushed themselfs out
against the white fabric of her top, permitting impressions of the aureols of
her breasts to be plainly seen.

Shelby's goldened brown ponytail bounced lightly behind her as she held Fred
against the wall, and Fred knew that he was nowhere to seeing any mercy from
this country gal that lived several miles away on up the road from the Silver
spur, a bar that now he wished he was nowhere near, let alone in at this
moment. Fred trembled in tears as he began crying like a child, more sober
now, and well aware of the mountain sized beauty that was holding him captive
against the wall of the saloon. " Please.. pleaseee... no more,, I'm sorry
Shelby it won't ever happen again.. " Fred cried. Shelby though was nowhere
near to giving Fred a pityparty, and said in no uncertain words, " You know
boy, what I do to barflys like you, who can't keep their hands off of us women
! ? ! Well do YOU ! ? ! " Fred trembled even more, and hesitated in answering
Shelby, and paid the price of his delay, as he felt a hard smashing fist
delivered to his stomach, sinking deep into his soften gut, due to his years
of drinking. " OoiieeaaahhhGGG ! "

Fred doubled over from the blow to his belly, delivered by Shelby, and she
took a step away from him allowing him to heave up a night of long drinking,
and avoiding any splatter of the fowl, and putrid stench that was being
regurgitated by Fred. Raylene the barmaid turned her head from the sceen,
saying, " Ohhh... how gross, and here I thought I had a strong stomach, you
sick ass Fred, you gotz to go, and prove me wrong. " Raylene said finishing,
and avoiding to look at Fred who was heaving up the remainder of the day, onto
the floor.

Fred then sunk to his knees still in tears, with one eye swollen shut, and the
rest of his face pretty well battered; not to mention that he was bleeding
profusely from the nose, and mouth, due to the battering Shelby delivered him
up to this point. Fred's place on the floor only lasted breifly as Shelby
yanked him to his feet after taking a handful of his rusty blonde hair. "
Pleaseee.. somebody help meee.. pleaseee... " Fred cried, looking to the
barmaid, then to the others that was there witnessing his butt whupping. None
present though was about to intervene, mostly due to the fact that none
present stood a chance in a fair fight against Shelby, let alone the style of
fighting that she was now showing. Two of the onlookers were women, and the
other two were men, sober men, men who could fight; but was smart enough to
know that Shelby was no chump, and took no shit from no man, and knew in
themselfs from Shelby's rep, and seeing her in a few scuffles knew that they
weren't even a match for her, so they felt comfortable minding their own
buisness. They were in no way wanting any part of the asskicking that Fred was
now getting.

Shelby then began dragging Fred along by his bloodied shirt towards the
establishment's door slapping him wickedly across his face, and saying not so
quietly as she did, " Now boy were going outside, and your going to drive on
home, in that piece of broken down shit you call a truck, and you won't be
coming back here any time soon, at least not until you can keep your slimey
little paws to yourself, do you HEAR ME BITCH ! " CRACKKK !!! "
AAiiiaaahhhGGG! " Fred cried. A hard right slap struck hard across Fred's
swollen cheek, and a tooth could be seen sailing off, along with a thin stream
of blood following it, as Shelby drug Fred out the door of the Silver spur.

After Shelby, and Fred were now outside in the front lot, with the others
following, Shelby then walked Fred roughly over to his truck, with his back
facing the driver's side door she slammed him against it hard, then drilled
her knee sharply into his balls causing Fred to double over in some more
obvious pain. Fred's tears splattered heavily against the gravel of the
parking lot, along with blood that was pouring from his nose, and mouth,
creating a small puddle of the mixture of the two fluids below. The girls
along with the barmaid seemed to be enjoying the sceen, as the two men that
stood by only gazed at Fred in pity, and counted themselfs fortunate that they
weren't involved. The five onlookers watched on as Shelby opened the door to
Fred's truck, and roughly helped him to his seat. Shelby then forced her hand
into his jean pocket containing his vehical's keys, and handed them to him.
Just before Shelby would close the door to the truck, she gave Fred one more
wicked slap across the side of his head, snapping it to the opposite side,
then slammed the door shut.

Fred slummped momentarily upon the steering wheel, still bleeding, and in
tears, but didn't hesitate to start the truck much longer, knowing if he did
Shelby would just pull him free of the truck to commence the asskicking from
where she left off. Weakly Fred ignited the truck into motion, by taking
control of the gas peddle, and steering wheel, and in battered tears he drove
off; thankfully that he was even able to.

Shelby watched for a moment then turned to the standerbys, and said, " Say why
don't we go back in and close this place up with a few shots, of some Yukon
Jack ? " In which no one there refused but followed Shelby's lead.

The end.

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