burst in on her in a club

Casey kicked back at her favorite bar, heels up on the table and smoking a cigar. She didn't wear any panties under her skirt, letting anyone walking by see her snatch. Her posse was around, messing with strippers or various **** men or women.

Karen kicked the door open, shedding some daylight in on them. The goons squinted at her in the light and Karen put her fists on her hips.

"Spit that out. It's a filthy habit," Mama scolded Casey.
"You smoke enough dick to fill a dump truck and I can't smoke a stogie sometimes?" Casey snorted.
"You speak to me with some respect, young lady!"

"Look, bitch, back the fuck..." One of her bigger goons warned, approaching Mama. She grabbed him by the fist and twisted, bringing him to his knees. She smacked him in the face with her rack, making him hit his head on the wall and pass out.

"You're coming with me, young lady. You're clearly not capable of taking care of yourself if you wind up with these delinquents."
"What? I gotta come running back to you just cuz you want more 'mommy daughter play time?' Fuck off."
Mama fumed, rolling up her sleeves. "You'll come if I have to drag you..."
The other goons stepped in warily, not sure which Luv they're rather piss off.

"In the ring," Casey corrected. "These wimps know I can kick your ass. Imagine the career boost it'll give me if I kick my own mama's ass on live tv."