She leaned against the cold brick wall, trying to defend herself from the three hoodlums. 'Leave me alone!' she yelled, covering her breasts with her left arm, while slapping away the many hands that were trying to go under her short shirt.
'All we want is some of that sexy ass, baby,' one of the punks said, trying his best to get a feel between her legs. 'Come on honey; give up some of this hot, little thing,' he laughed, reaching under her skirt and felt her smooth panties. 'Oh please give us some!' he added, shoving his hand to her throat and knew it was time to get serious.
'No!' she tried screaming but the boys hand was beginning to choke her and now she was really getting scared. There was no was she wanted to be raped and it was about to happen. 'Please let me go,' she begged, but these young boys were after one thing and nothing would change their minds.
The leader of the three held her throat as tight as he could, while the other two tried ripping off her skirt. 'Come on, you dumb ass mother fuckers! I'd like some of this sweet pussy before I'm too old to enjoy it!' he said squeezing her throat as harder, not caring if she could breath or not. She looked so hot in the white blouse, short skirt and the matching black nylons on her long, slender legs.
'We trying our best,' a short boy said, trying to jerk down the skirt, but she was kicking him. 'This fuckin' bitch don't even want to give it up!' he laughed pulling at her skirt, but her long legs and high heels kept them away.
'Knock the fuckin' bitch out or something!' the last boy said trying his best to grab the short skirt and pull it down. 'I need some damn pussy!' he said as his cock grew out of control, thinking of how good this long legged woman was going to be.
'You fuckin' do it,' the leader said trying to hold the squirming woman against the wall, but she was putting up a good fight and his arms were getting tired. 'We need to do something and fast!' he added as she continued to fight like nothing he'd ever been up against.
'Let me go!' she screamed and noticed the boy had turned towards her. She drew back her left leg, thrust it up and hit him right between his legs. He quickly let go of her throat as he doubled over in pain, grabbing himself.
'You fuckin' cunt!' he groaned, holding his balls, hoping that she hadn't hurt his most prized object. 'I'm goin' kill you!' he drew back his fist and started to swing, but didn't see the baseball bat swinging towards his back.
'THUMP!' The hard wooden bat sent him to the ground screaming out in pain.
'You mother fucker!' one of the other boys yelled rushing towards the young guy that had sent their ring leader to the ground. 'You're goin' to die, bitch!' he yelled as they tackled him and began beating him with no mercy.
The woman grabbed the bat and started swinging it down to the boys as hard as she could, until they ran away. 'Are ok?' she asked dropping to her knees, seeing that the kid was bleeding from his mouth and above his right eye.
He just looked up in a daze and couldn't believe who she was. It was Nora, the beautiful woman that lived across the courtyard from him. 'I'm fine, did they hurt you?' he moaned trying to sit up.
'I'm ok, but you're bleeding pretty bad,' she said rooting through her purse for something to wipe the blood from his eye, noticing a pair of smashed, black glasses lying next to him and that's when she recognized him. He was the sweet guy, Ben, that was always trying to flirt with her, but she'd constantly ignored him. He was just a kid; she was nearing forty-five and thought that he has no business flirting with her like he did. 'We need to get you home, so I can clean this up,' she added, feeling so bad for him and now wished that she would have a little nicer to him.
'My glasses!' he yelled as tears ran down his face. How was he going to read, how was he going to use his computer and how was he going to see the beautiful woman he loved so much? 'No!' he sobbed as more tears rolled down his face, trying to think of a way to replace them, but they cost so much money.
'Come on, it'll be ok.' Nora said hugging him tightly, trying her best to comfort him. 'Let's get you up to my place. Maybe their not that bad and we can get them fixed,' she smiled, putting the smashed glasses in her purse, hoping to calm down her young admirer.
He looked up to her and knew the glasses he used to live were gone and now he'd be doomed to a life of boredom without them. 'They're smashed so bad, nobody came fix them,' he said, wishing he could see her long brown hair and her pretty blue eyes better, but she was so blurry without the glasses. So many times he'd just sit, watching Nora on her balcony watering her plants or she'd step out to catch a breath of cool morning air and now it was gone. No more enjoying her beautiful face, her long slender legs or her wonderful butt.
'You never know. They can do a lot these days,' she smiled, wiping the blood from his eye. 'We really need to go! Those punks may come back,' she said in a firm voice as she stood him up. 'Let's hurry!' Nora added as she rushed him down the street and to their apartment building.
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Once in her apartment Nora sat him in a chair and rushed to the bathroom. After getting a warm cloth, gauze and a bottle of antiseptic, she went back to the living room. 'Here we go,' she sat down on the floor in front of him. 'We need to get that cut above your eye cleaned. It's really bad and you should go to the hospital and get it stitched up.' Nora added, noticing her small skirt was up her hips and her tiny, black panties could be seen, but poor Ben couldn't see a thing, so it didn't matter.
'Oh I can hear it now!' Ben laughed. 'My mom would have a shit-fit. She doesn't like paying for anything, unless it has alcohol in it!' he laughed again, thinking of seeing her face when she opened a massive bill like that. 'Oh shoot! We left my Cokes lying back in the ally,' he said, remembering how bad he wanted the drinks.
Nora worked on his eye and couldn't believe what her admirer was saying. She knew his mother drank a lot, but how could she deny her son going to the doctor? And, when she heard him talking about his Cokes, she couldn't help but laughing at him. 'You silly boy! You're worried about Coke when we both came close to being a just another statistic.' Nora said as a smile filled her face and she wished so much that she'd been a little friendlier to him. He was just a young guy that had a thing for an older woman, her.
A light scent of her perfume slowly drifted up his nose and Ben knew that he'd died and went to heaven. 'Heck yes I'm thinking of them. I needed a Coke bad and it took me almost two hours to dig up enough change to get some,' he quickly replied thinking of how good one would be right now. He saved the babe he loved so much, got his ass kicked and now, she was doctoring him. What more could a guy want, other than a nice, frosty Coke.
'You are a crazy little boy!' Nora chuckled as she finished cleaning his eye. 'Tonight is your lucky night,' she smiled, standing back up, wishing that Ben could see her, because he would have gotten a great view. 'I just happen to have your favorite drink in my fridge,' she smiled walking to the small kitchen, to the fridge and pulled out two, cold Cokes. 'I guess they would be good after our fun evening! I'd like a little rum in mine, how about you?' she asked, turning to see him trying to look at her and she saw nothing but sadness on his face. 'Poor baby,' she thought, knowing it had to be killing him being this close to her and not being able to see. He was always looking at her from his balcony, by the mailboxes or just passing in the hall, she knew his eyes were always on her.
Ben was still in shock that she was talking to him and here he was, in her apartment. 'I guess that would be nice,' he replied, wishing he could see Nora and her beautiful, long legs. She was close to five foot ten inches tall and the best body he'd ever seen in his life. 'How long have you been working at the Hilton?' Ben asked when she sat down next to him, wishing he would be able to see her just for a few seconds. He wanted to scream when her hand touched his, but what would be the use. She didn't want some little snot nose kid like him, when she could get any man she wanted.
'Oh lord, let me think.' Nora replied, digging in her purse for a cigarette and lit it, trying to think of how long she had been working at the Hilton. 'Shoot, I think it's been about fifteen years now,' she added seeing his very dark eyes trying to focus on her legs, but from the frown on his face, she knew he couldn't see anything. 'I think my days are numbered. There's not much want for a hostess my age, everyone wants a twenty year old, blonde bimbo these days,' she said taking a drink, hoping she'd be able to work until a little longer.
Ben couldn't help but laugh at what Nora said. 'You're kidding? Who would want something like that? You're fucking hot as he...' he said without thinking and knew his face had to be turning red with embarrassment. Nora was beautiful, why would any guy want someone other than her?
Nora smiled from ear to ear when she heard Ben's sweet words and wished that she'd talked to him before this. 'Thank you,' she whispered, gently caressing his back and noticed that his eye was bleeding again. 'If this keeps up, I'm taking you to the hospital and I'll pay for. Plus, I have very good friend that's a doctor at St. Mary's, she fix you for free.' Nora said dabbing his eye, knowing that it needed stitched up.
'Cool! Go to the doctors for free,' he laughed enjoying Nora's gentle hands touching him and that wonderful perfume of hers was driving him crazy. 'What do you do there?' he asked feeling her warm breath on his face, trying to imagine her on him, making passionate love.
'It depends. Some nights I'm the lead hostess and other nights I'm a personal waitress. If you come in to the restaurant and like me, for just five hundred bucks, I'll wait on you hand and foot. Some guys just like me to sit with them and they tell me their problems, things like that. Nothing else!' she quickly added, hoping that Ben didn't think she was a hooker or something.
