( SPENCE)
Spence hated bars, which was one of the reasons he was in a bad mood. The other reason was frustration at not finding the wolf he was looking for.
The sly Foxwick probably knew he was in town and had chosen to stay away.
No matter if he found him tomorrow, his contact knew where the wolf ran every morning, all
He had to do was block his exit and he would have him captured.
That knowledge, however, did nothing to lift his mood. He had been looking forward to finding the wolf tonight. He had spent hours soundproofing his rented cabin before he came to the bar tonight. He had been looking forward to a night spent enjoying the wolf's screams as he taught him a lesson or two. Now his plans were thwarted.
"She's here." One of the men beside him said in an awestruck voice.
"You were right." His companion said, sounding as awestruck as his friend. " She's a vision."
" You should see her perform." The first man said.
" When she jumps on the counter and takes off that t-shirt, you're gonna swallow your tongue." He added.
"Is she performing tonight?" The second man asked.
" Unfortunately, no, she doesn't perform often." His friend replied.
" How much do you think will persuade her to put on a private performance for just the two of us?" He was asked.
" At least a couple thousand, she's good stuff." Was the reply.
" Let's wait till she gets off work.I bet if we give her an extra thousand, she'll do anything we want." The second man said.
" Four more hours to go." The first man replied.
Spence heard them clink glasses and wanted to go over to their table and wring their necks. Couldn't they come into a bar and get their drinks, without thinking of how to get the waitresses into their beds?
He chuckled at what would happen if he did just that.
He almost got to his feet, but thoughts of his mission forced him to remain seated.
He couldn't draw attention to himself just yet, at least not until he found the wolf he was looking for.
He would come back tomorrow night, he decided, as soon as he had the wolf safely locked up, and if he found them again, he would teach them a lesson and give them a story to tell their grandchildren.
" Boy, did you see her?" A third voice said excitedly from the men's table.
Now, Spence was curious. He wasn't one to make a fool of himself over a woman, but this woman, who had three full-grown men ogling her, he had to see.
He raised his head and looked around. None of the wait staff were in the vicinity. Surely they couldn't be talking about a customer, could they?
He turned to their table and followed their gaze.
He swallowed hard when he saw the woman their eyes were fixated.
When he had come in here a little more than an hour ago, a muscled guy in a white shirt and Donald duck apron had been behind the bar, now he was at the door (minus the apron), and a beauty goddess was behind the bar.
Spence had spent years traveling around the world, both for business and pleasure. He had seen a lot of exotic women, but none of them measured up to the beauty behind the bar.
She had a face that could drive a man to distraction, and a body that had him squirming in his seat from the sudden pressure in his pants.
Almost every man in the joint seemed to be having the same problem, and Spence found himself wanting to get up and punch every single one of them till they put their eyes elsewhere.
" Cool it." He ordered himself.
" She can take care of herself, besides you don't want to get entangled with a woman right now." He tried to give himself some advice.
Of course, he failed, he was known for a lot of things,but his willingness to listen to advice wasn't one of them, it didn't matter who the advice was coming from.
" Come on man, you know your track record with women, and she's human, there's no way you can work with a human." He tried to talk some sense into himself again.
He failed again.
I'm not looking to work with her, I don't want a relationship, just.... He thought.
"Just what?" His subconscious asked him.
"How does that make you different from the man you wanted to punch a few minutes ago?"
Shaking his head, he downed his drink in one gulp and got to his feet before his subconscious could delve into a lecture on hypocritical ways.
He was at the bar before he realized it, he had to struggle and push against a mass of flesh to find an empty stool. Almost every stool was occupied by men downing glass after glass and refusing to move.
All with eyes fixed on the bartender's low t-shirt.
Spence had to take deep breaths to keep himself centered, or he would have lost control and yanked the slimy assholes of the stools with punches in the jaw, asshole after asshole.
" Be right with you." She said with a smile, hurrying past him with a decanter of gold colored liquid and a bottle of white rock and Spence found himself grinning sheepishly back at her.
He wiped the grin off his face and replaced it with what he hoped was a somber look as soon as he realized what he was doing.
" What is wrong with you?" He asked himself in an undertone.
" How can you smile when the kids you swore to save are still in captivity?"
He had to remind himself of the girls and the dreadful fate that lay in store for them if he didn't save them when she came back to take his order or he would have found himself grinning at her again.