The Bouncer

It was 4 a.m., and Elizabeth was finishing up her shift, when a group of drunken white businessmen came in. Great, Elizabeth thought, rolling her eyes. She maintained her conduct strictly, and the manager hadn't been able to convince her to do a little more. But these white boys could get so handsy.

They paid her for a private dance in the back booth, and it quickly got out of control. They pulled at her thong, trying to get it off fully. One of them had his dick out. But then the bouncer came in, 6'8 of muscle and ferocity, tossing the boys onto the street. Elizabeth collapsed against him.

"Are you okay, Betsy?" he asked, concerned.

"Oh, Davonte..." Elizabeth said. "You're my hero."