This story is written for a friend who put the seeds of it in my mind. Parts of this story are true but I did take a lot of liberties with it because it is really his memories and not mine.
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It was the fall of 1993. Back when malls were booming. Shannon was in Salem Massachusetts, setting up a new lingerie shop at the Liberty Tree Mall. It had been a rough day for her. Corporate had sent the wrong fixtures and store layout plans. The ones she had were for a different sized store. She had far more merchandise than would fit on the shelves and racks.
By the time she closed up the shop, she had it ready for the grand opening on Monday, but there were still piles of merchandise from floor to ceiling, crammed into the small back room and a decidedly vast amount of shiny linoleum floor sitting bare, waiting for more fixtures to arrive.
She walked out of the mall with frayed nerves and a splitting headache. She heard some of the mall workers talking about a nearby bar. She was staying at a very nice hotel near the mall but she had seen the inside of that bar far more than she cared to remember. It was small and somewhat generic looking, like all hotel bars and the clients were mostly other hotel guests. In other words, boring!
She was up for a change. So she followed along in the shadows to the bar where the others were going. It wasn't very busy when she entered so she was able to get a table to herself.
Alexander was a shy guy of 23. He worked on a farm. He was about average height but had a well muscled build from slinging bales of hay all day. He was looking forward to watching a basketball game and enjoying his favorite ice cold draft beer. That was the main reason he chose this bar. The beer was uncommon in this area but this bar served it. He chose a table with a good view of the TV and took the first sip of the heady, golden beverage.
Eventually, the bar began to fill up. Alexander kept looking at the door every so often to see if anyone he knew might come in. That's when he saw her. Shannon. He saw her slender, pale fingers working over the stem of the glass that held her fruity drink. Up and down. Up and down, slowly and seductively. For a fleeting moment, his mind conjured up the image of her soft lips going down on his cock in such a fashion. Up and down. But then he was jarred quickly back to reality.
Seemingly out of nowhere, a thug looking guy appeared. He was large and soft in the middle despite his bulging forearms. His jeans were dirty and his white T Shirt with the pack of cigarettes that was rolled haphazardly into the sleeve was tinged with grease. His head was balding and his teeth looked like they had seen better days. The thug put his beefy hand on Shannon's slender arm, leaving finger marks on her skin. He sneered and told her she was going to be his!
Alexander felt his mouth fly open. Everyone else seemed lost in their own world. He glanced quickly around. Perhaps this guy was actually with her? He instantly determined this not to be so. The guy had friends who were egging him on. Shannon sat alone, all 5' 7" of her, blazing red hair splaying out around her as her head turned towards the thug, emerald green eyes flashing with anger.
Alexander was a peaceful man. Not a violent bone in his body. But this woman being tormented did something to his insides. From somewhere deep within, he felt the dragon's roar.
He bolted quickly from his seat. Before he could even say anything, the thug released Shannon's arm and turned his attention to poor Alexander. A quick blow to the head with a beer bottle took Alexander to the floor. It took him a minute to shake off the pain. Then he stood, grabbed a chair and hurled it at the thug.
