you what you need.”
“But you think you can?”
“Absolutely! Women like you are never satisfied with just one man,” he said while his buddy squeezed her breast and hefted it lightly up down as if testing the ripeness of fruit.
It took all of Liz’s will power not to slug him. She needed to create some separation. At the moment, she and Jennifer were standing almost shoulder to shoulder and the four wanna-be-Casanovas were too close for an effective assault. Liz kicked her shoes aside and planted herself in the center of the two guys. Her bare feet were on the rough asphalt which was still warm even though the sun had gone down a while ago.
With a beguiling smile, she stroked the chest of the obvious ringleader before she unbuttoned his shirt. Then she acted like she was pleasantly surprised when she saw his broad chest. Dick reached for her hips to hold her tightly, but Liz turned out of his grasp, and gave him and his buddy a seductive smile. Skillfully she maneuvered herself out of her confined position and Jennifer did the same. Now the four stood back to back in twos. But Liz and Jennifer wouldn’t run away. That wasn’t their style and never would be.
Liz positioned herself in front of Dick again, slid her hand under his open shirt and felt his shoulders and bare chest. When one of her hands moved over his erection which strained visibly against his pants, he moaned. “Is that what you want me to do?” she purred in his ear.
“A lot more than that.”
“You got it!” With a firm grip, she suddenly grabbed it tightly and his previous moan became a painful scream. After his friend next to him recovered from the surprise, he grabbed Liz’s shoulder to push her away. But she was clearly faster, and Liz delivered a powerful kick to his stomach which sent him to the ground. Then she dragged Dick, who was hunched over with both hands between his legs, by the hair and took him away from the others.
“And? Do you still want me?” she yelled.
“No! Of course not!” he said.
“I can’t hear you!” she yelled again.
“I said I don’t want you anymore,” he said more clearly, though subdued. The macho guy suddenly became a whimpering puppy.
“And will you ever molest another woman like this again?”
“No!”
“Louder!” She grasped his hair tightly and shook his head so he cried again in pain.
“No! I’ll never molest a woman again! I swear! Really! Never, ever again!”
“There we go.” She gave him a shove, delivered a powerful smack to his behind and to add to his humiliation, Liz said, “Now go back to your mama!” From the corner of her eye, she saw Jennifer had taken care of her first ‘suitor’ and was working on her second.
The guy Liz had immobilized earlier picked himself up. With a shout, he came after her, but Liz dodged the attack and tripped him. He fell down face first. Quickly she nabbed one of his arms, pulled it back, turned him over and grabbed his hair. Then she pulled him up.
“That wasn’t nice. First you grope me in the middle of the dance floor, molest me out here and now you’re violently attacking me!”
“You’re just a couple of sluts! Lousy, dirty sluts,” he said. Liz hurled him against one of the parked cars. Before he could recover, she banged his head against the hood.
“What did you call me, you wimp?”
“Sluts!” Again she slammed his forehead against the hood.
“I’ll keep doing that until you show me the respect I deserve.”
“Bitch!”
Bam!
Again his head hit the metal. The dent in the car was unmistakable, but Liz didn’t care. At that moment, it was only important this scumbag learned his lesson.
“What was that?”
“Bitch!” he said softer, almost tearfully. Again she slammed his head into the car.
***
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