A New Day, A New You part 11 - Sex Stories

A New Day, A New You part 11

... lands and I turn as the other compatriot of Wu comes at me and I see metal. I remember Chez and the fucking knuckles but this is different as I grab the wrist and see a switchblade in his hand. He kicks me in the side and I feel myself growl and pull him forward while bringing my free hand up in an uppercut. I hear his teeth slam together, I watch his head knock back like whiplash and release his hand as he crumples to the ground. I am the fucking tank. Wu has a brave face, or a good mask as Robin looks scared. “More,” I tell him then raise my voice,” MORE!” Wu rushes in and lands three solid punches to my chest and stomach, I counter by over handing my fist like a hammer down towards his head. He blocks, well more like he puts his arms up to stop my fist, my fist hits his arms and his arms hit his head before putting him to the ground. I back up and discard what’s left of my shirt as he stands up a lot more cautious this time. I don’t know what martial art he studied but I do discover he has no counter for someone gut rushing him and lifting him up by the waist before slamming his back on the parking lot. I know most if not all the wind was knocked out of his lungs and I can hear him trying to cough when hands try to pull me back and I stand quickly and turn on my next target and stop. There is Robin, scared out of her mind as I’m well over twice her size and bleeding. I almost want to turn around and beat on Wu a little more but she takes my arm to ask me to stop. I’m ...

... still standing there when the police arrive and bring the disco lights with them. Richard and Dia are watching from my vehicle, I was their ride, but the look on Dia’s face says something I can’t quite place. Pair of officers pulls me aside and ask me questions, did they physically assault me first, did I do anything other than knock over their bikes, and have I done any narcotics tonight. The last one has me laugh. I get all their questions out of the way when I am hit with one that confuses me. “Well Mr. Wolfric considering they engaged in assaulting you first with witnesses and one was armed we’re going to have to call it aggravated assault unless you want to decline charges but even then one of them is going to jail,” the senior officer asks me expectantly. “No, they started it, I finished it. Maybe a night or two in jail will teach them some respect and a little more English,” I joke without smiling, the officers don’t get it. People have returned to the club but I’m still outside with a fucked up shirt in my hands however I’m not allowed to reenter the club tonight. I give Dia and Richard a ride back to her place, she has one after a week which is scary, and let them know I’ll be fine as the pain sets in. Adrenaline is your friend, till it wears off and you have to feel the fact that you let three guys beat on you for a minute or three. I get out the first aid kit and clean some scrapes, my fat lip and a little blood in my nose before taking a shower and nearly rip the ...