The barmaid

After a long hot shower, letting the needles of the water caress her tired body, she headed down to the hotel bar for a fruit juice, and sat on her own at a table near the window with her ipad and inserted her airpods. Gracie alternated between watching the goings on in the bar and some recordings on her ipad of previous classic fights that she had found on the dark net. The rest of the customers held little interest for her, but she kept looking at the barmaid, a tall blonde with her hair in a pleat. She seemed to be quite muscular and fit although she was at least twenty pounds heavier than Gracie. Gracie observed her move with a quite impressive grace and was impressed, daydreaming of what it would be like to crush someone like her beneath her pussy, what her eyes would look like as she looked up from under her, unable to get away. Would she beg for mercy? Would Gracie beg if the situation was reversed she wondered.

She shook her head and looked back at the fights on her iPad. These were female only fights, without rules. Not even a word of surrender. The winners get to dominate the losers for as long as they like or at least as long as the losers remain conscious. And there’s money involved. Serious money. Gracie was studying some of the fights in forensic detail. A Korean Tae-kwon Do expert she saw was taken to the floor by a wrestler. The wrestler had employed a sleeper hold and after suffering some rabbit punches had managed to subdue her opponent. Once she had the girl sufficiently drowsy, she had stripped the her to her G-string then pulled her around the mat in a ridiculous wedgie, before wrapping her legs around the poor girl’s head and clamping them on her like a vice. The Korean struggled, but the wrestler began pulling her hair until she obediently ate her out.

Gracie’s viewing was interrupted by a group of girls at the bar. Their noise level had increased dramatically and even with her airpods in, Gracie could hear that they were shouting something at each other. A lanky blonde was screaming something at an overweight girl, then all of a sudden, she had an empty bottle of wine in her hand and swung it at her. Before she had time to even think about getting involved, Gracie saw the barmaid effortlessly vault the bar and disarm the belligerent with one hand and swing her arm up behind her back in a half-nelson hold.

“Ow, ow lemmego!”

“There you go honey”, said the barmaid, steering her away from her opponent and putting the bottle back on the bar then letting the girl go. “Lets just keep a cool head and I wont have to ask you to leave, ok?”

As she turned to leave, I saw the drunk pick the bottle up once more and there was a distinct sound of glass smashing as she half shattered it on the edge of the bar in order to produce an edged weapon.

The barmaid was a blur. In a second the drunks thumb was bent back in what Gracie considered a typical Aikido move, forcing her to drop her neck of the bottle and drop to her knees. Instantly the barmaid was behind her with an arm round her neck, pulling her back to her feet, keeping the controlling grip on the girls thumb and pointing her at the exit door. As she began to march her towards the exit, Gracie watched as she reached round and yanked the girl’s yellow bandeau top downwards causing her breasts to spill out. The barmaid **** the girl into a pirhouette by exerting more pressure and pain on her thumb, causing her to display herself to all corners of the room before forcing her out the door.

Within minutes, the bar cleared with the drunk’s friends and foe following her out into the night, leaving an almost deserted scene behind them. Gracie marvelled as the barmaid came out and seemingly unperturbed began cleaning tables. When she got close to her Gracie commented. “You know, you handle yourself pretty well. You could make good money with that”.

“You mean like those fights in your iPad”? said the barmaid, then added in explanation, “I can see them in the reflection in the window behing you”.

“Umm, sort of”, said Gracie beginning to blush.