The bar

The bar is a complete fleapit with lowlighting and a pool table in the middle. there are 6 customers in total, 4 bikers and 2 of their bitches. The first bitch was tall and blonde, leather bikers jacket, miniskirt studded ankle boots and fishnets. She sat at the bar with one of the bikers, a huge handlebar moustachioed ogre. The other girl was shorter, a latina, in pretty much the same attire and was playing pool with one of the guys.

"Hey look who it is!" says one of the unattached guys

"Surprised you come in here prettyboy. You still owe us!" He gets off his stool and starts approaching you.

All the male bikers are weaker than infants, you think.

You slap the first biker across the face. He goes to punch you, but by the time it gets near your face, you swat his hand away as if it was a feather, then twist his arm up his back and march him outside, and kicking him by the ass out into the alley.

A gentle tap at your back indicates the second biker is trying to punch you. He goes flying from the bar too.

The male bikers are too scared of you now. They all run away.

Suddenly the last two guys make a bolt for the door in terror.

The female bikers are so fascinated and impressed they cant leave. They are totally turned on by your action. Their tits swell by two cup sizes each.