Just after 3:00 the front door opened. The club didn't open until 5:00 and Jill assumed it was someone looking for a dancing job. Instead she saw a number of Avengers motorcycle gang members push their way past the bouncer and into the club. Two stayed in the cubbyhole in the foyer, occupying the bouncer while the rest went inside.
"Get out!" Jill demanded loudly.
"I don't think so, Jill baby," Snake snapped in reply and sat heavily on a chair.
"You done good in this place, Jill," Snake nodded. "Real good." He motioned to the waitress-dancer for a beer. Jill nodded to her.
"This is on you, right baby?" Snake smiled as the twenty-four ounce Budweiser was set in front of him. He waved his arm and the waitress returned for beers for the other six bikers.
Jill did not respond.
"Or maybe it's on you, huh honey?" he sneered at the waitress. Then he poured the beer down the front of her t-shirt, watching as her nipples popped hard under the cold beer.
"Maybe you better take off, honeybunch," Snake smiled. He reached into his wallet, took out a $100 bill, and slid it into her shorts. She looked, scared, at Jill. Jill nodded that it was okay, and the girl turned. Snake smacked her on the ass and shouted "come on back later and let's see how you shake it. You owe me." The waitress didn't bother changing clothes, she simply ran outside to her car in the beer-drenched t-shirt.
"You know you wouldn't have any of this without us, baby" Snake said, turning to face Jill.
"I said get out," she repeated.
"I don't think so, baby. We have a few things to talk about."
"I have nothing to talk about with you. Get the hell out now!" Jill said loudly.
Magita heard the voices from the office and went out front to see what was going on. The instant she saw the leather motorcycle vests she reached for her 9mm automatic.
"What the fuck? This a fucking cop?" he snapped when he saw the detective start to draw her pistol from her purse.
"No," Jill replied, thinking quickly and lying. "She's just a friend of mine."
"Nah," Snake replied back. "I smell bacon."
"No," Jill lied again. "It's just for protection in case we get held up."
Magita reached into her purse with her other hand for her emergency pager.
But the instant her hand moved a baseball bat slammed across her back. She fell to her knees between two tables from the blow and the pistol clattered to the floor.
"Fucking bitch was reaching for something, boss," Downtown said as he set the bat on the table.
"Any more fucking weapons Jill baby?" Snake demanded. "As you can see, we brought sufficient of our own." He quickly pulled a switchblade from his pocket and flicked in open in front of her face. Jill shook her head no.
"You said this bitch is a friend of yours?" Snake sneered at Jill. He lifted Magita up by her ponytail and pushed her face-first over the edge of the stage. "Maybe you wanna see us show her what happens when you fuck with an Avenger."
"No," Jill replied helplessly.
"Get your ass up there and give us a dance," Snake laughed as he reached into his wallet. "If it's good enough I can give you," he counted out bills "two dollars."
"She's not a dancer," Jill blurted before she could catch herself.
"Then what is she?" Snake shot back.
"She's my best friend," Jill replied with a tiny grain of truth after what they had shared that afternoon when they had gone down on each other.
Snake's eyes narrowed. Then they opened in pure evil.
"Bitch has to be taught a lesson about weapons, baby. You know that," he said almost as if he was reading from a rulebook. Then he thought for a moment.
"Best friend, huh," he continued. "Then I guess it's gonna tear you up when we tear her up!"
"NO!" Jill screamed. She knew what he meant. "No, leave her alone. She doesn't know anything."
Magita's senses began to return from the blow of the baseball bat. She began to rise.
"I bet she knows things," Snake said teasingly, nodding. Then his booted foot slammed deep into Magita's side. "Don't you sweetheart? I bet you know things." He kicked her again and she collapsed onto the edge of the stage.
Quickly Snake stepped behind her as the other Avengers held Jill's arms down on the table.
"I bet you know a lot of things," he smirked. Then he reached down and began to tug at the back of her jeans.
"NO!" Jill screamed.
Snake ignored her.
"I bet you know how to FUCK!" he snapped, ripping Magita's jeans open and yanking the waistband down over her rear. He stared at the large round ass and the striped bikini.
"I bet you know how to fuck real good," Snake quipped as he gave her jeans another yank and pulled them farther down her thighs.
Moaning, and coughing up blood, Magita tried to rise. Snake grabbed her by the hair and slammed her stomach into the edge of the stage. Magita groaned and fell weak to the hard wooden stage.
"Yeah, with an ass like this I bet you know a lot of things," he continued as with a vicious tug he yanked her panties down her ass and thighs.
"Leave her alone!" Jill shouted.
"Shut that cunt up," Snake ordered. With that one of the Avengers threw his filthy hand over her mouth. He laughed as he felt her screams muffled in his grease-dirtied palm.
"You a good fuck sweetheart?" Snake laughed as he yanked down his jeans. "How bout we just find out for ourselves."
"Mmmphhh!" Jill screamed into the hand clamped hard over her mouth.
The cloud began to lift and Magita felt the air of the fans on her naked ass. Then two of the Avengers climbed onto the stage and pulled her arms out in front of her and held her down. For the first time realized what was happening.
