Dane Marko was a huge fellow. Standing at 6'5 and weighing a hefty 300 pounds he was often intimidating. A bushy red beard and almost a crew cut over his scalp concealed a baby like face. Prescription glasses capped off his teacher's profile. Although he has a pot belly his muscles were evident as well. He was indeed a bushy man. Beneath his chosen turtle neck shirt he was a werewolf. Body hair amassed and hidden from sight.
Today he wore a thin suit jacket of brown with patches on the elbows. Ancient Aqua Velva covered his scent.
Arriving at "Tanner's Pub" in the tiny town of "Stillwater" this early afternoon he parked his freshly cleaned "Ford Edge" and sat idling. The bar was a good sized place yet not many folks were there. Locals at best. At maximum of ten cars. Including a beat up old Van barely seen at the far end of the building.
"You can sit up now." Dane spoke.
Behind him tucked low sat the beautiful Filipino "Cryssa Apari". She sat up in her skin tight red dress and blew the curls from her eyes.
"Sorry to be so paranoid, Mister Marko. I know too many people. I don't want to get you into trouble."
He glares back at her in his rearview mirror, "Quite alright, Cryssa. Please call me Dane."
"I'd rather call you Poppy Bear." She puckers sharing a beguiling grin.
"Poppy Bear it is. Are you certain this place is safe? It is a pub where they serve alcohol. You are definitely underage."
"I look 21. Besides I know the owner "Carl". He's a volunteer firefighter at the firehouse we held our carwash at. He also knows my Poppa."
"That's reassuring. Art you afraid he might tell your Father about this rendezvous?"
"No. Carl wants my body too much to rat us out."
"I see. what about the other patrons here?"
"Your fantasy, Poppy Bear. You wanted to play with me at a bar."
"I did indeed. I just do not want to be arrested nor lose my job teaching."
"Risk we take. I feel comfy. Carl will keep us safe."
He shuts vehicle off at the touch of a button. Following that he vacates his car and shuts the door. He then opens the back door for Cryssa to crawl out. Beside him she was tiny. She was barely five foot tall. Petite with huge breasts. Her long curly black hair probably weighed more than her arms.
"You look stunning in that red dress." He growls.
"Wait until the dress comes off and all I'm wearing are these heels. I will be even shorter when they come off." She stares up at him with brilliant brown eyes. Only a thin crucifix necklace dangled between her bulging bosom and the upper hem of her chest line. He stared straight down into the shadows of her cleavage.
Her dress was snakeskin tight and the skirt barely covered her essentials. Beneath it was a thin red G-string thong and a red sheer bra.
Closing her door he slants his arm to tell her to lead the way. She smiled with a flirtatious glint in her eye and took the lead, her perfect ass shaking with every step. Dane Marko had to swallow hard and continually look around for safety.
Reaching the door Dane opened it for her and let her enter first. He then adjusted his vision against the darkness of the bar. Inside they discovered a long bar where six men and a single woman in her fifties sat. The woman was wasted and attempting to hold her head up from the bar.
The seven men immediately took interest in Cryssa. In response she fluttered her fingers playfully at them. As they nodded at her the owner, "Carl Tanner" stepped into view holding a case of beer bottles he had hauled from the back. Noticing her he quickly sat the case down on the ground and called her to the end of the bar closest to her.
Meeting him with Dane casually holding back Cryssa stepped into hearing space.
"Your dad's here. Backroom over there. Drunk off his ass as usual. Might want to take this elsewhere if you plan on getting too risqué."
Her eyes bulge and she hesitates turning her profile toward Dane Marko. She makes a dramatic decision.
"Is Poppa too drunk to drive home?"
"I was just going to let him sleep it off. I got his van keys he's not going anywhere. So yeah, he's probably passed out by now."
She fidgets her lips, "What about your customers? Anyone going to give me trouble? Rat me out to Poppa?"
"Nobody knows you're related to him. Sylvia's about comatose over there. Most of these guys are single and ready for anything that resembles a strip show."
"Will you make sure Poppa doesn't catch me?"
Carl grits his teeth , "I'll do my best but it's totally on you guys if he raises hell. Personally I think you're crazy for taking the risk."
She reaches up and pats his cheek, "I made a promise to Britney that I would succeed on this date. All of us did. I will do this even if Poppa catches me. If you lust me you will protect me."
He rolls his eyes, "Don't get my bar shut down. I'll let you get wild until I get any complaints. This bunch I seriously doubt there's going to be any bitching."
"They should protect me too."
"No. Your bouncer there should." Carl smirks at Dane.
Marko huffs at the compliment. He was a bouncer while in college. Way back in the day.
Cryssa struts over to Dane and takes him by the hand and tugs him along to a seat at the bar. She herself sat between Dane and a local named "Butch". Butch introduced himself and his friend "Dale" seated to his right.
"Hi Butch. Hi Dale. Just call me "Beautiful"." She wrinkles her nose flirting with them.
"You certainly are. Who's your friend?" Dale chuckles.
"This is Poppy Bear. He adopted me, so he's like my Daddy."
"Cute Kid, Bear." Butch nods with a smirk.
"She is certainly a hand full." Marko sighs.
Cryssa eyes Carl putting the beer bottles in a bar level cooler. Once he finishes Carl stops to join the conversation.
"Birthday drink for the birthday girl? 21 yesterday Fellas."
Butch, Dale, and Stanford a black middle aged man opts to toast her birthday.
"Thank you." She bats her eyes and toys with her crucifix.
