Bouncer (Patreon)

This was a special kind of club that everyone wanted to be in. A club where the sexiest women in the city would dance all together in dresses that cost more than most people houses. It was a huge club that was the delight to anyone who found their way inside of it. It was a club that, because of how popular it was, had to have an extremely elite system to determine who was allowed inside of the club. It was all determined by one person at the door, as one night to the club demonstrated. Such as how two men realized how difficult it was to enter the club all because of the single bouncer. A bouncer who both men had to admit, they really wanted to bang. Most bouncers tended to be huge beefy dad guys.

Not 5’2 sexy Indian women wearing black suits and pants that can’t hide their curves at all. The kind of woman who shouldn’t be a bouncer at all, but a woman partying that these two men grinded up on. Both men were pro fighters, and not only pro, they were both considered monsters by the league. The two men towered over her, and each one wanted to be in the club after some big victories in the leagues the last night. The one wearing a red shirt won the fastest fight ever recorded in the leagues history, a whole 2 seconds.the one wearing the blue shirt won the most fights in a week, a fight a day and all of them victories. The two men, to the bouncer, was just red and blue.

The bouncer didn’t care at all that these two muscle giants wanted into the club, all she cared about was they didn’t deserve it. Just pointing at the clipboard that both men were made to stare at, and not at the tight curves of the gorgeous women entering the club they wanted. The men wanted to get with these women and the only hindrance in their way, was a single woman. A slip of a woman, really, even if she was really good looking. The blue man decided that if he was going to get laid, he would just have to push the bouncer aside. Like he was going to let this woman get in the way of him getting pussy. Just as he was about to put his hands on her, she saw it coming. Like hell she was going to allow that happen. The woman grabbed the wrist of the man, and applied a powerful grip on it.

The blue shirt man felt something snap and tears began to flow down his face. He was already crumbling as he was blubbering the whole time. The red champ was confused at watching a man he considered a close friend and a very powerful rival fall to his knees and in agony. The way his giant arm looked to be twisting and breaking just from her small slender arm made no sense. Red shirt knew he had to protect his friend, even if it meant hurting a really good looking babe. Red shirt man threw out a powerful round house kick right at her head, planning to take it clean off. Lightning fast speed and given his muscular size, it would be more than enough to take down the strongest of men with ease. He believed no one could really stop this attack coming for them. The Indian bouncer saw the leg coming for her, and rolled her eyes at how slow it seemed to her.

Before giving it time to come at her, the bouncer instead head butted his heel as hard as she could. It was a powerful snap and the red shirt champ broke into a scream as he hit the ground in pain. With one look, he could see that his leg was broken. Right in two, and it was a terrifying sight for the larger man. Despite his many years of fighting, he had never had his leg broken in the ring at all. In fact, he never had a single bone broken in his whole body. Now it was broken in a street fight with a single woman, one who was so tiny! The other man, whose hand was being broken by the bouncer, decided to sucker punch her in self defense. He struck the bouncer as hard as he could against her stomach, and immediately, he felt absolute pain. His fist BROKE on her washboard stomach, as his fingers and knuckles couldn’t even move her. The champion fighter was in tears from the pain and how it seemed his career was over! The bouncer wouldn’t have cared if she knew.

Instead, the bouncer wrapped her hands around the neck of both men, and lifted them both in the air. Holding them high up as she made sure the men couldn’t escape from her iron grip. The bouncer looked at both giant muscular men, and clicked her tongue in annoyance. As always, men like them came here, expecting to just get inside. But she constantly stopped them from entering a club they weren’t worthy to enter. It didn’t matter who the kind of man he was. Champion boxers, wrestlers, martial arts masters, all tried to enter. The bouncer threw them all away like the trash they were, and none of them could do a thing. It didn’t matter if he was three times her size, she put him down. HARD. Holding the two men that were nearly 300 pounds overhead with both arms, neither arm struggling to hold them, the bouncer growled at the men in tears.

“No weaklings in the club, got it?!”

Her tone was terrifying, and the men more than knew their places from it. They nodded in absolute terror of her, and she grinned in delight at how much the weaklings cowered. Not like any of these guys ever really put up a fight against her. With a gentle toss, she sent them flying dozens of feet away from her and they crashed right into the garbage across the street. The women at the club who saw the event were giggling and in delight, as the bouncer cleaned her hands of the messes of these men. The bouncer constantly had to get rid of the men who tried to enter the club, no matter how big or strong these idiots thought they were. Still, it was the best job in the world, in her opinion. No wonder she does this for free!