Claire should wait for Blake to say no.

Claire froze as Ian walked up next to her, his dick waving in her face. She looked up to Blake, who casually stepped back and put his own cock away, shaking his head.

"That's not how this works, Ian. You know that." Blake's voice was soft and casual. Standing a head over Ian, with the build that comes from hours of exercising every day, Blake did not have to raise his voice or threaten to be intimidating. However, Ian was too angry to listen. Claire saw the rage in his face and knew she had pushed him too far.

"Fuck you," Ian spat. "You may think it's cool, letting her mouth off and then putting her in her place. That's not good enough for me. She doesn't get to disrespect me like that."

Blake moved just enough to put himself between Ian and Claire as she stood up, stepping back. Blake didn't know what he was getting into. He was stronger, but she had seen Ian in a fight once. While Blake was in school, Ashleigh called her from Rodeo Grill, a biker bar she'd hit up to play some pool and hustle some amateurs sometimes. That was Ian's local haunt, and they knew him there. By the time Claire had shown up, Ian and Ashleigh were wasted, and Ian was convinced he was getting some. Any time Ian got drunk, he started acting like he ruled the roost, whether it was the garage where he worked, the bars he went to, or the parties he had at his house. Claire had started avoiding him because he was a genuine asshole when he was drunk.

Ashleigh had been hitting on some new guy who looked like he had some money. He wasn't a biker, but he was enjoying paying for her drinks and watching her play pool. And Ashleigh loved the attention, not just from the guy buying the drinks, but from everyone around. She would let him close to her, flirt with him, lead him on... but that was as far as it would go. If she didn't go home by herself, which was most of the time, she would pick someone else, someone who had been watching her, and choose him instead. Claire had seen this enough to know how this worked. This rich boy, probably a frat boy out with some of his friends, was no different than the rest.

Ian should have known how it worked, but he was so drunk at the time he didn't care. When he saw Ashleigh grind her ass into the rich boy's cock while lining up for a bank shot, Ian grabbed the guy by the collar and started pounding on his face. It took all three of his frat brothers to pull Ian off of him, and they didn't try to throw a punch. In his state, in his ferocious rage, he would have taken all of them on, and they were terrified of him. They took rich boy to the hospital where the list of broken bones just went on: nose, jaw, cheekbone, zygomatic bone, maxilla bone. When the boy's parents showed up, they didn't recognize him. Ian got charged with aggravated **** and sued for hospital bills, but he didn't care. There was no stopping him in that state.

In this state.

Claire looked at Blake, and all she could see was Ian breaking him. Blake was strong, but he fought fair, and he respected his friends enough to pull his punches. There was only one way this was going to end, unless....

"I'll do it," Claire heard herself saying. Everyone in the room turned to her, shocked, including Blake. She felt herself begin to tear up at the thought of sucking that asshole's cock, but she knew she had created the problem. Blake watched her silently, studying her, while a sick smile spread across Ian's face.