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Over the rainbow

The first time I saw Susannah –Sookie- Stackhouse I knew I was smitten. She was standing on the stage of Hooligans, a local strip club and was tearing a man almost double her size a new one. In her angry haze she just looked fucking hot. Gorgeous.

Almost waist long blond hair, amazing ass and tits, curves in all the right places and last but not least beautiful blue eyes, deep as the ocean. And a mouth like a sailor.

"Jason butthead Stackhouse, aren't you ashamed of yourself! Your wife is at home, growing your children in her belly and you are too busy to get her fucking food because she is on fucking bed rest? Just because you can't hold your dick in your pants and – ladies and gentlemen I really am quoting that fucktard– he is too awesome to be hidden away in a nursery…"

At this point no one could here that little spitfire above the music and laughter anymore. The man Jason the butthead seemed to have an internal debate rather to be ashamed or pissed on this little display.

The last thing we saw this day was the shrug of his shoulders the determined look on his face and the wordless exit from the stage. His little devil right behind him. I never saw her mouth stopping the assault.

Later that night my men and I were heavy drinking and enjoying the show – really there is nothing better than a lapdance and a fuckfeast after 11 month at the service – we discovered the blond bomb shell again. She was standing at the bar asking for her drink.

I enjoyed the first 30 seconds of her bending over the bar, ass up and all, then stood and walked in her direction before I could stop myself.

"Can I buy you a drink?" Fucking genius Northman.

"Nope." Was the only response.

"Why?"

"Because I'm not interested." Bitch.

"Queen bitch, we aren't in High School anymore, you have to put a leash on the cheerleader act and start looking people in the eye before dismissing them with a flick of your hand." HA take that.

"Excuse me? Did you just call me – "she started to rant, and I really didn't want to be her new play toy for the evening, so I said that.

"Queen bitch, yes, because even if you didn't notice the room full of people when you were tearing the poor fellow a new asshole, he certainly did, besides someone who can use words like butthead and fucktard is able to get called a royal queen bitch!" I puffed my chest and was really proud of myself when I started to move back to my colleagues.

"You may buy me ONE drink." Stunned I spun around to look at her. Even when her voice was full of venom.

I smirked at her and her only response was a obvious buckle in the knee.

I win!

TBC