Punch 'im!

When he turns to look toward the bar, you cock your fist and whistle. As he turns his head back toward you, you sock him right on his jaw. His head spins back and he falls backwards on the bar. The place gets really quiet for a moment as all eyes settle on you.

You turn with a smile. "Sorry folks, he had it coming."

Suddenly, you're grabbed from behind! Two thick arms wrap around you and squeeze the breath out of you! "Who do ya think ya are, sucker-punching ...?" He stops for a moment as one of his hands comes to rest on your breast. "What?"

He squeezes harshly and, even through the layers of clothing, its sharp enough that you gasp very femininely.

"Ah ha ... ha ha ..." He chortles, squeezing again, and lifting you off your feet. With a surprisingly quick move, he spins you, then rushes you up against one of the walls. You lose your hat and your blonde hair slips down. "Mmm ... well, ain't this interesting ..."

You squirm, but can't slip his grip. He slips his hand under your duster and snaps a couple of buttons pushing into your shirt. The rough skin of his hand slides over your breast, and when his palm brushes your nipple, it peaks slightly. "Agh ... no ...!"

He chuckles. "Well, I think this day just got a whole lot better!" He says, the **** on his breath wafting over your face. A single thought blazes through your mind ...