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Chapter 8

Feeling tough?

Bring it!

Even though the incident with the lamp has now slipped your memory in the excitement - you open the door, "Hey, get your hands off her!" Suddenly you feel like Marty McFly's dad in 1955.

The drunk releases the blonde girl's ass as if she has given him an electric shock, and spins to face you. "Who da fuck?" He looks enraged. His face has gone purple and you can see his hands ball into fists as you stand there in the doorway. You start to take a step backwards as he charges at you! You grit your teeth and expect to be knocked flying, but at the last moment, the drunk swerves in his charge and goes headfirst into the doorframe missing you completely, then lies in a groaning heap holding his head.

You step back eyes widening and heart beating wildly, just starting to realize what has happened. He let go of the girl when you told him to! He couldn't cause harm to you even if he tried!

The two hotties were backed into a corner cringing, and both the Asian guys had come to the counter to see what was going on.

"Its ok. go back through to the kitchen." you say breathlessly to them. Both of them turn and leave without a word.

Oh. This was it. Oh my.

"Th, thanks", said the brunette.

"Kiss me!" you whisper to her and step in across the groaning mass of the thug on the floor.

She steps towards you and turns her head upwards. She was wonderful. You hold onto her for a few seconds then let her go.

"Ahem, Cora?" asked the blonde.

This was totally working. Everyone was going to do anything you say! You did it. You outsmarted the genie.

"Come on! Both of you, follow me." Both girls turn, no questions asked and follow you out the door, leaving their kebabs on the counter.

Where are you headed?

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