Sure, I knew she had a reputation for being wild. But she was so hot. Her large breasts made even larger with those push up bras she liked to wear. Her long dark hair and full lips and the smirk that made you want to slap her right were she stood.
Please don't get me wrong; I'm not a violent man. Jessica had just pushed me over the edge and I couldn't take it any more. Maybe the fact that I had a ton of pent up frustration from lack of sex didn't help my situation. I had also just been fired from my job and about to be evicted from my apartment. I was so damn angry.
That's when Jessica called me. She always called herself BJ. That stood for Busty Jessica she told everyone. I knew it stood for something else though. After all, I had dated her a few times, I should know.
I was sitting home alone, depressed over my situation when the phone rang. I picked it up. "Hi Seth. It's BJ. I'm lonely, will you take me out tonight?" She asked.
"Look Jessica." I told her. "I'm in a rotten mood and I just want to relax tonight. I don't think I can take you dancing on the bar again tonight and I'm still mad at you for taking my watch."
"I'm sorry baby." She told me. "I promise to be good. I just need to get out of the house and have a beer. Please, please, please!" She squealed into the phone.
"Ok, ok!" I yelled at her. "Just don't piss me off tonight. I might explode."
Fifteen minutes later, I arrived at the Double D. Lounge. It was a small bar with a live band and always good for a fight on a Friday night. I saw Jessica as soon as I walked into the door. She had on a skin tight white t-shirt that made her incredible tits seem even bigger. She was wearing a denim skirt and high leather boots. She was fucking hot as usual!
I bought us both a shot of tequila and a pitcher of beer. As the night wore on, I actually started to enjoy myself. The band was good and Jessica was actually nice to me. She was hanging all over me and made me feel like I had a girlfriend again.
Sometime after midnight Jessica's real self came out. On one of our many quick kisses, she actually bit my lip until I bled. I pushed her away asked her why the fuck she did that.
"What now you're queer and can't take a little pain?" She smirked at me. She then dumped her beer in my lap.
It was like "what the hell?" I couldn't believe how much of a bitch she was. She got up and started dancing with this dude Rodney that I completely could not stand. All of my problems seemed to crash down on me out of nowhere, and I snapped.
Any body can snap. I'm not proud of what I did. Well maybe a little. Am I a bad person? You decide.
I walked over to the dance floor and pulled her away from Rodney. "Just fucking leave!" I sneered at him. I didn't really have a plan. I started to drag Jessica over to the men's room.
I took her inside with me and smacked her face hard. She grunted and stared at me. Was that a smile on her lips? It put me over the edge. I pulled down my pants. Yes, right in the middle of the men's room! There must have been seven other guys in there. I didn't care thought.