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Floyd just stared back, shivering at the sight of red splashing over his knees. When the noise of the motorcycle ceased, her heard the bouncers laughing along with Clive. They taunted him blow job and his worthless bitch who would never again disappoint a man. Floyd was unable to even look at them to respond. He was still too shocked to move. Floyd had no idea how long he sat in the alleyway before he was finally able to stand up. He was sure several customers had arrived and passed him by without so much as a single concern. Once again, this must be a common occurrence at this club. Finally, he managed to pull himself to his feet and stumble back into the club. He barely noticed the cold air hitting his face this time. The bouncers slapped him on the back blonde as he walked past them. He went straight to the bar. He barely noticed the body of the woman still hanging above Big Tits the bar. He wanted to wash his hands but the thought was not clear in his head. Instead of going to the bathroom he decided to ask the bartender for water. However, when he tried to speak, no words came out. She barely looked up at him. "Where's your juggs girlfriend?" she asked, hoping to get help understanding the obviously disturbed man. He did not answer and only stared at her. Finally she turned to look and almost dropped hard fuck the bottle of whiskey she was holding. "Are you okay?" she gasped while setting down the bottle to grab a rag. Suddenly, Floyd grabbed the edge of the bar and slung himself over the top so that he was standing next to the bartender behind it. "Hey, you can't come back here," she scolded him. "There aren’t many rules here, if you haven’t noticed, but I'm off limits." He ignored her and picked up the bottle she had just set down. She stepped away from him as he took several straight gulps from it. "You're gonna kill yourself," she warned him. "That's the point," he muttered. "Oh," she finally realized what was wrong. She had worked here long enough to guess. She even felt a pang of curiosity; how had his poor girlfriend met blowjob her end? "I won't stop you, but at least let me do my job. You can drink yourself to death in the back." She opened a door behind the bar that led to a kitchen where food could be prepared. As it was late, it had been shut down and the chef had gone home. The only thing still on was the deep fat friar. Rather than obeying the bartender, Floyd just glared at her. He was not in the mood to be told what to do by anyone. "Shut up." He whacked her on the side of the head with the bottle. He shifted but held his juggs gaze. “Ahh-AHHH-ahhh-AHHHH!!” Stephanie’s cries picked up as his tempo rose. Everything would be perfect for him. Phil found his way back to the desk and sat back down. I embarrassingly put the cup back and toss them the ball back. The question was how to punish them? 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