Brutally Beautiful(10)

She wore no wedding band, no jewelry of any kind and not a stitch of make-up. Then, one of the men placed his hand on her ass and I waited for what always happened in shitholes like this, the worst of humanity. My lust immediately ceased to exist for the woman. She’ll move her ass against his hand and flirt with him to try to make a few dollars extra tip from him. Maybe she’ll give him a lap dance, suck his cock in the back of his pickup truck for twenty bucks or for a line of blow in the bathroom. I’ve seen it a dozen times here already. I f*cking hated visiting my brother. Although, I must admit, I wouldn’t mind witnessing the sucking cock part, which might be mildly entertaining, especially with those lips. I slumped back in my seat, already gutted that I wasted time thinking the whore looked like an angel.

I was caught off guard, though, when the woman in front of me froze. The second the guy squeezed his fat fingers over her ass, she went completely rigid, and pretended to spill an entire drink in his lap accidently. I chuckled out loud. I guess she didn’t need the tip. Another waitress was there in an instant, a gorgeous blonde one with her tits almost bursting out of her shirt. She stepped in between the raven-haired waitress and the drunk. I leaned forward in my seat to watch how this would play out. The dark-haired waitress moved her blonde friend out of the way, protectively. The show of courage and safeguard for her friend interested me.

It took him a few trips and falls, but the drunken guy eventually jumped out of his seat and stood up, puffing his chest and enormous beer gut at the girl. She had to be about half his size and he was leaning his face down into hers threateningly. I scooted forward in my seat a bit to hear the conversation, but couldn’t make out anything that was being said.

The drunk raised his hand, pointing at her. I pushed out of my seat in a flash, aching to rip the skin off his face if he touched the girl in front of me. With my teeth grinding hard, a heat flushed through my entire body, my fingers itched to grab the beer-gutted moronic imbecile and choke him dead blue. But, then the dark-haired waitress leaned in closer to him, reached into her apron and jabbed the man in the gut, as if she had a concealed weapon, poking it at him. She whispered something, calmly and very controlled, in the man’s ear that made him freeze, lean back and lift his hands in surrender.

What?

How?

What the hell did she say to him?

The fact that she was almost attacked by some drunken dolt didn’t show in her expression. As a matter of fact, nothing showed in her expression, nothing at all. She was calm and in full control of her composure; it was almost unnatural. Then the woman smiled tightly, walked away backwards from the table, and moved back behind the bar. The blonde followed her and rubbed her back in a friendly way. I had no idea what I had just witnessed, but that little-bit-of-a-wisp waitress seemed to have put that wanker in his place with her presence and words. Unafraid and confident. Fearless. Impressive and deadly sexy.

Beyond sexy.

That was the sexiest thing I’d ever witnessed outside of porn.

When I sat back in my seat, Dylan was leaning over me; chuckling and holding a brandy out for me. “Hey bro, how was your day out with the humans?” He sat down next to me, slid my drink over and sighed.

“Overrated.” I sipped my brandy and enjoyed the soft smooth burn at the back of my throat.

“Congrats on the award,” he chuckled.

“Sod off,” I said, still watching the waitress liquefy herself around the bar.

He looked at me and then back to the scene in front of us. The drunken guys were back to gawking at the dancer on stage and completely ignoring the one dark-haired waitress that was behind the bar, who was now glaring at a bottle of whiskey as if it personally offended her in someway.