Casey's side of the story.

"Another whiskey." Casey says after slamming another glass down.

The bartender look at her, "Did I repeat myself?"

The bartender shakes her head and makes another drink.

"Are you sure you up to this?" 'Bob' says as he feels out of place in this lesbian BDSM bar.

"Honey, if I was sure. I wouldn't be drinking." She slides her hand down her boyfriend's pants.

She smiles as she feels his dick get nice and hard.

"Mmph…I mean with the challenge you issued over the tv. Pretty…um..bold."

"What that I issued anyone to challenge for my belt anytime, anywhere, for the next 24 hours, Rochelle and Cassie not invited?"

"Yes…"

"Well, sugar I got to train, if I want to help mom take on Cassie. So probably good training if I can fight anyone I can. I can't handle Cassie, as she's too strong."

She mumbles, "Too damn strong." And takes another drink.

"And Rochelle, it hurt too much to see her. I need focus on someone who's not them to train with, and it really a good push if there's something I care for is on the line."

Casey stops stroking her boyfriend and focus on her drink, "And my wife's gone, so my belt is the only thing I have to gamble with in that regard."

'Bob' loses his grin on that.

"Well…don't look now but I think your first challenger came through."