Plan and Execute

The first step you took was finding Eric.

You couldn’t really believe that it was ever a ‘good’ idea to find him for anything, but it was what it was.

Eric had gotten in with his bro-crew or whatever they called themselves. You and Gemma found him over in a cluster about halfway between the main bar and the dancefloor, him and his guys chatting up several women who looked like they might have been a few years older than us. You clapped him on the shoulder, and he turned to you in surprise.

“Hey,” you half-shouted to him over the noise. “You busy?”

Eric looked back to the woman he had been chatting with, but she seemed much more interested in one of his buddies. He turned back to you and shrugged. “What’s up?”

You gave Eric the situation about the DeezChains guy harassing Gemma by sending people to her and, of course, he didn’t see any problem with it. What he did respond to was the chance to get one over on such a ‘high value guy,’ which seemed like the pettiest shit you could come up with and still somehow convinced him.

Together with Gemma, the three of you came up with a messy plan and headed towards the VIP area.

The raised platform of the VIP was accessible up a short flight of stairs, with a bouncer manning the velvet rope to block off access. As you and Gemma approached, Eric slipped off onto the dance floor - and you could only hope he was actually going to do what he said he would. The Bouncer took one look at Gemma and started unhooking the rope to let her in, but then hesitated when he saw you were with her. He still unhooked the rope, but put a hand up towards you.

“Invite only,” the big guy said.

“I’m invited, right?” Gemma asked. “He only sent three different people to come tell me as much. So I’m inviting my boyfriend.”

“That’s not how it works, miss,” the bouncer said with a deadpan expression.

Gemma gave him a look over, then leaned closer and yelled to be heard over the music. “That fuckwit is harassing me despite the fact that I made it clear I was not interested in his pathetic advances. So you can either allow me to go make sure he understands in no uncertain terms that I consider any further advances by him or through a proxy to be sexual harassment subject to the laws of the State, or when he does it again I’ll hold this club liable for the sexual harassment as well since it’s employees like you that are perpetrating it on his behalf. So, are you going to let me and my escort through, or would you like me to be filing a legal suit on Monday?”

The bouncer looked at you and you just smirked. “We both work for a prestigious corporate law firm,” you said. “I wouldn’t test her.”

“Fuck,” he grunted. “Just don’t make a fucking scene about it, alright?” He moved the rope aside to let us through.

“I’m not the one making a scene,” Gemma countered. “I’m the one ending it.”

I took Gemma’s hand and led her up the short flight of stairs and headed toward DeezChains table. There were five tables in all, each one looking out over the dance floor and surrounded by plush black leather couches and chairs. DeezChains table was packed while he held court from the middle of the couch with his arms over a woman on either side of him. It looked like a couple of his buddies were occupying the two big armchairs, while another half dozen women were hanging around sitting on the arms of the chairs and soaking in the VIP bottle service.

The friend in the chair facing you saw you coming and leaned forward, talking to DeezChains, then stood up to intercept you. He was that sort of slick-haired smooth talker with a smile that could probably drop loose panties easily, but you felt… nothing. You weren’t jealous, you weren’t threatened. Even a couple of weeks ago, or back at University, you would have been down on that dance floor or grabbing a beer at the bar wondering what it would be like to be this guy, and now you didn’t care. You had everything you could want between Gemma and Sabrina, and what did this chode have? An eFamous friend to mooch off of?

“Heeey,” Smoothtalker said. “Chains is super happy you decided to come join us, but you gotta drop the baggage, sweetie.”

You don’t think you’d seen the look Gemma gave this guy before - it was a little scary. “Fuck off, you sloppy ass cunt rug,” she said, pointing one strong finger at him as her accent almost seemed to double and she dropped the C-word as casually as could be. Her Aussie was coming out strong.

The guy just sort of gave her a look of consternation at her vulgarity, and Gemma took the lead now and pulled you right past him and into the circle around the table.

“Hey, dickweed,” Gemma said, standing with one fist on her hip and another holding yours. “First off, I don’t know what sort of coward cunt you are sending little boys and girls to come to tell me you like me as if we’re all eight years old and you want me to check a box if I like you back. But more importantly, when I say no I mean fucking no, you weaselly snake of a human shite. This is your formal fucking warning - I’ve had to tell three different people I am not interested in you, and if it happens again I will press charges for harassment.”

DeezChains looked from Gemma to you and back, and cracked a self-satisfied smirk. “Baby, you got a sexy fuckin’ way of talking,” he said. Then he actually shooed away one of the women sitting next to him. “I got a Lambo in my garage, a heated pool at the back of my crib and a cock that can please any woman. This is your shot for a night you’ll never forget. Send your little sad puppy off to his mommy and grab a seat, the champagne is flowing and the night is young.”

Gemma looked to you with a raised eyebrow, as the two of you silently decided who was going to field that mess of a come-on.

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