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They stood around the first bar, as usual. The music in this room is shit, he thought to himself, but there’s always a slim chance of Karina walking through.

Oh! There she was! She was striding through the crowded room, her long plait swinging with her movement, pushing past writhing and gyrating bodies to get to the other bar where two men were arguing and pushing each other.

He saw her bend her head to talk into her radio. Then she was at the bar.

The two men towered above her and he wanted to go and help her, but instead, he stood and watched the tableau unfold before his fascinated stare. She pushed the two men apart, placing a hand on either chest.

He could see her clearly; she was talking to them both, her face stern and business-like. One put his hands up in compliance but the other sneered at her. Then he said something and picked up his bottle from the bar and took a drink.

Two doormen arrived and the man that had put his hands up walked of his own accord, a doorman escorted him out with no further trouble. The one still at the bar had stopped drinking and Karina took the bottle from him, put it on the bar and made a gesture, which said in no uncertain terms: “Let’s go buddy!”

The man spoke again, and it was clear what he said to her: “Fuck off bitch!”

No more provocation was needed, she took the hand that was reaching for the bottle, pulled it, twisted it and suddenly, his arm was up his back, he was bent forward with her behind him, pushing him, still struggling ineffectively, through the thronging crowd towards the door.

He caught her eye as she passed him but he couldn’t hold her stare even for that short time and the music surrounding him fell away and he only saw her.

“Oh what a woman!”

When she had passed and the music again invaded his head, he realised he had a hard-on throbbing in his pants, he could also feel the wetness of his pre-cum. He turned towards the bar in order to hide it, it was his round anyway and his mates were facing the bar, waiting expectantly for him to get the drinks in.

“Fucking hell! She can’t half handle blokes!” Jack said.

“Yeah she’s fit too; she goes to the same gym as Ricky,” Dave said.

“I wouldn’t mind her handling me sometime!” Andy, the youngest of the group, said.

A retort of, “You wouldn’t know what to do with her if you had the chance!” had them all laughing – Andy included.

He heard himself asking, “Have you spoken to her then, Ricky?”

“Fuck no! I daren’t!” came the reply and they all laughed again.

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