A friend in trouble provides a brief distraction

„Oh, you fucking prick, you‘re gonna get it now!”

The annoyed shout carried over the crappy music and the buzzed chatter of the club and Max’ head instinctively swiveled to spot its source. Despite the crowd, it took her barely a heartbeat to spot the scuffle over by the pool table. A man, middle-aged, big and beefy, construction worker from the looks of it, had cornered another man, who lifted his hands in a calming gesture. Even from twenty yards across the room, Max could make out the scared look in Sketchy’s eyes as he backed up into a corner behind him. His mouth opened as if to say something, but before he could, the guy gave him a hard push that sent him staggering back against the graffiti-littered wall.

The sight of one of her friends being attacked was enough to make Max briefly forget about her problem. Adrenaline surged, displacing the other hormones in her body momentarily and without a further thought, she pushed through the crowd. With feline agility, it took her less than three seconds to blitz through the throng of people and towards her distressed friend.

“Hey!” she shouted, just as the man who had shoved Sketchy had grabbed him by the collar with one hand and lifted a lunchbox-sized fist, ready to smash his nose. Her voice stopped the man, giving a surprised glance over his shoulder to see the petite, dark-haired girl storm towards him with venom in her eyes.

“Get out of here, sweetie, this doesn’t concern you!” He turned back towards his victim with an amused smirk, unconcerned by the arrival of a girl a third of his size.

“Settle down, sasquatch! What’s the issue here?” Max pressed, stopping about five feet away from the man.

“This motherfucker doesn’t watch where he steps,” the man growled. “Ran into me three times this evening.”

“I didn’t mean to,” squealed a wide-eyed Sketchy, pressing his wiry frame against the wall behind him as if he was trying to melt into it.

“So you got bumped a few times. Tends to happen in a club, big boy!” Max kept talking as she got a good read of the man. Balding, short goatee, built like a bear. Even with the adrenaline she could feel her pussy tingle inside her jeans at the sight of muscles like steel ropes beneath the layer of fat. This wasn’t a guy that she would find attractive on any other day, but right now his large frame was like cat nip. She did her best to ignore her instincts for more pressing matters.

“Made me spill my beer!” the man growled. His speech was slightly slurry. It definitely wasn’t his first beer that Sketchy had spilled and in his state Max was pessimistic about his willingness to see reason. Nonetheless she tried, edging a little closer.

“I see,” she nodded, her voice sweet and calm, “So how about my friend here buys you another beer and we all settle down a bit?!”