Bouncing back

Seeing a old and abandoned bike lock, Wenda had a idea. She snuck behind the bouncer and picked her pocket. She slipped out the bouncer’s keycard and threw it near a streetlight.

“What? How did they land land over there?” The bouncer looked around, hoping no one would sneak in the club as she jogged towards her keycard. She hunched over, when she heard a loud…

“KER-CLINK!”

Looking down, she saw that one of her belt loops was tied down to the streetlight by a bike lock.

“Hey, who did that?!” The bouncer sprinted up, trying to rip the lock off.

Wenda laughed as she walked towards the front off the line and whispered in the ear of the guy in front of it. “Hey, this is our chance. You can enter without that bouncer bothering us.”

The guy looked behind him, thinking it was the girl behind him. He addressed the queue. “Everyone, get inside before she frees herself.”

The bouncer ordered the people to stop, with no success. Looking at her pants, she saw only one solution…

“Look, I know what this looks like,” Said Sophie concerned. “But I really won’t steal this. I just need to make a call.”

“Don’t worry, I don’t care if you make a call, steal his phone, or throw it in the river. ” Said Oliver. “But if I was you, I’d make sure I was far, far away before he wakes up again.”

“Well, thanks.” Blushed Sophie. “But I need to make a call if I were to find a girl.”

“Maybe I can help. What does she look like?”

“Yeah, that’s kind of the problem…” laughed Sophie, as she typed in the phone number.

The entire queue stormed the club, when suddenly…

“HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!” The bouncer stood back in the line, with her black shirt…

And black thong.

Wenda grinned at the cheeks poking out, so she walked behind her once more and gave her a wedgie with both her hands. The bouncer deeply yelped, as the crowd was as confused as they were amused.

“And as a coup de grace…” said Wenda.

Wenda gave the loudest, sharpest spank on her ass.

Feeling satisfied, Wenda confidently strolled into the club.

As the bouncer recovered, she thought about that voice. She remembered who it belonged to…