Nelson was a lousy wing-man, making me miss Colt Cabana even more with every word he spoke. He spend a majority of his time hitting on girls that he knew were too scared to come back to the house with us. The other half of his time was spent getting so wasted that he confused the pretty girls with ones who had been hit with every branch on the ugly tree. Shaking my head, I looked around. There was a pretty blond in the corner of the room chatting with some guys I knew from the other side of town. I smirked, as I tossed back my shot, and then told Nelson I was heading over to talk to her. She looked like a nice, easy piece of ass.

I walked over and approached a couple of the guys. I didn't even really know their names, however they knew mine. They straightened right up and gave me a soft nod when I approached. Licking over my lips, I allowed my eyes to roam up and down her body. She was a typical club slut, wearing her sexy little leather skirt, and small tank top. There was no bra to be found, and her breast could be seen through the small fabric of her tank. She was here for one reason tonight and that was to be fucked.

"Hey Punk, how's it hanging?" One of the guys asked.

"It's hanging," I said, and then walked past him to approach the girl. "Name?"

She blushed, "Becky."

I really didn't give a fuck about her name, but I knew smooth talk was step one of getting that pair of panties off of her. I grinned as I grabbed her hand and pulled her over to the bar, telling her I was going to buy her a drink. She blushed as I pulled her down on my lap at the bar. I wasted no time in pressing my lips against the back of her neck. I wasn't a man who took his time, especially when I really wanted something.

She giggled and minutes quickly turned into an hour. Her body straddled mine, and I was done working, because now her lips were trailing down my neck, biting and sucking all over the flesh. I groaned as I felt my dick twitch from inside my jeans. She grinded her lower body against mine as her teeth took my bottom lip between it and tugged gently.

"You're one of the sexiest fucking men I've ever saw," She whispered, moving her lips down my neck.

I groaned rather loudly as I moved my hands to her hips and roughly pushed her body against mine. She whimpered as she tossed her head back, rotating her clothed half against mine. I could see why I had such a bad reputation with women. Here I was in the middle of a crowded club with a woman basically dry humping me. I leaned forward and kissed her hard on the lips, making sure that she knew we would be doing a hell of a lot more than just kissing later.

"Please fuck me," She said, locking eyes with me, "I've fantasied about you for so long."

I told her to stand up and then I did the same. I knew the club, as well as the owners, so when I took her hand in mine and pulled her towards the back private rooms then it was no surprise to anyone. Everyone knew what was going to happen. I was going to fuck her so hard that her screams would be heard over the loud techno music which was playing in the club.

I pinned her up against the wall and then leaned down and smashed my lips against hers. She began working on our clothes, and before I really knew what was happening she was completely naked against the wall, and I was standing there in just my jeans. Her hands reached down and gripped onto my dick and rubbed it softly through the boxers. I groaned as I moved my hand between her legs and felt how wet she was already.

"Someone is really fucking turned on," I said to her, smirking as I looked down into her dull, green eyes.

"Really turned on," She purred, sticking her hand down in my boxers and running her finger across the rip of my dick.

She wasn't really all that sexy now that I looked at her. Black hair, big tits, green eyes that every other girl who could afford a cheap pair of contacts had. Her legs were too thin, and her hips were too wide. She wasn't the type of woman I liked to pleasure myself with in the least, but Skylar had created a monster in my pants earlier, and that monster needed to be tamed. I leaned down and kissed the whores neck softly, barely hearing a slamming door from behind me. I groaned, not liking the fact that someone walked in; completely cock blocking me.

"I suggest you fucking leave now," I spat to whoever it was, as I slowly turned around.

I was completely surprised to see Samoa Joe standing there, looking more angry than I had ever fucking saw him before. He looked at the slut behind me and then told her to get her clothes and get the fuck out. I didn't know what the fuck he was doing here, nor did I know why he demanded that the pussy I had worked so hard for to leave.

"What the fuck is your problem?" I hissed, walking over to him.

He didn't give me a verbal response, instead, his fist collided with my face, making me fall backwards. I should have been ready for that, but he had never fucking punched me before unless we were just wrestling around for fun. I looked up at him and then growled, charging towards him. I wasn't going to let anyone hit me and get away with it.

Joe and I were almost even in size, though he was a couple of inches taller than me and out weighed me by at least thirty pounds. He was pure muscle and reminded most people of a brick wall. His advantage over me was that he had participated in street fighting as well. I could handle my own against any other man, but when it came down to him, I didn't have a chance.

Though, I wasn't going to give up, nor was I going to stop. I hit him back and fought as hard as I could, not even knowing why we were rolling around on the floor like a bunch of bitches. His knee collided with my ribs and I groaned out in agony as I punched him hard in the face, feeling as if I had just punched steel.

Joe and I continued on for several minutes before we heard the guys telling us to stop. Blood was pouring from my lip, and I could feel my left eye throbbing, but I wasn't about to fucking stop. I wasn't about to give up just because he was so much larger than me. I was a man, and I was going to fight until the end.

The end came not too long after his fist collided with my eye yet again. I couldn't fucking handle anything else, so I just stopped. Joe punched me a couple more times and then raised to his legs and gave me one kick to the ribs, making me double over in pain.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I growled, spitting blood as I looked up at him.

"If you touch her again," He said, shrinking down to his knees, "I'll fucking dispose of you, Punk. You can easily be replace, never fucking forget that." He bellowed into my face before turning around and walking away.

He slammed the door and then I looked over at the other three guys. Ace looked quite confused with everything. Nelson was way too drunk to notice what had just happened. Scott looked very disappointed as he shook his head at me, tossing a towel over to me.

I used the towel on my face and then shook my head, trying to figure out what the hell Joe meant. Then his words hit me hard. If I touched her again he would dispose of me? He was talking about Skylar. I licked over my bottom lip, tasting the rust of the blood. What did that little fucking slut tell him?

"What the hell did she fucking say to him?" I asked, pulling myself up on the dresser that was in the room. I had never received an ass whipping so bad in my life.

"I don't know," Colt Cabana told me, shaking his head, "But whatever it was really pissed him off."

"I can see that," I muttered.

I went out the back way of the club, not wanting anyone to see what had happened to me. My left eye was already swollen shut by the time we reached the mansion, and my lip was caked over with dry blood. I had probably received a broken rib or two, and could barely walk, so I knew I would need to lay low for a couple of days or maybe even weeks.

I walked past the kitchen and saw her sitting in there talking to Rocky about something. I peeked my head inside and stared at her for a few minutes. It took her a couple of seconds before she looked at me. Her eyes widened when she saw me, probably wondering what the fuck had happened to my face.

"Thanks slut," I muttered, turning around and limping down the hallway towards my room.

I hadn't done anything bad enough to her for me to deserve this. Sure, I had roughed her up, and I had tried to scare her with the heavy make-out session earlier, but I never once did anything to deserve this. She had even fucking whimpered and moaned during our making out, so she responded positively to my touch whether she wanted to believe that or not.

Once I was inside my bedroom I limped over to the bed and pretty much collapsed on top of it. I didn't even have the energy to get any pain killers. I didn't have the energy to move. All I wanted to do was fucking pass out, but I didn't know how any of that was possible with the amount of pain I was currently in.