Posted by MM on 4/13/2003, 8:18 am
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Back in the mid-80's, I worked at a little neighborhood bar while attending graduate school at a small southern university. All the trouble started just before summer school. I was taking two morning classes, so that left my afternoons and evenings to work. Anyway, my boss' niece enrolled at school and he gave her a job, tending bar with me. Like I said, it's a small bar, but not a college bar, although occasionally it would fill up with students from time to time. About once a week, when my girlfriend got off work, she would come in for a beer or two. I hadn't told her about Lisa, so when she saw her, she became very upset with me having to work with her. Lisa was 21, and a very pretty blonde with a great tan. She had nice round breasts, but her legs and ass where simply out of this world. She was about 5-8 and 120 lbs. or so. I knew Britt (gf) would be jealous, she's that type, but she went way overboard. She now started coming in everyday after work and constantly calling me. My boss was getting a little upset, but was cool with me as I told him that it would pass. Lisa was getting a big kick out of it, and she and I used to bet on the number of times Britt would call, and when exactly she would show up. I was starting to fall for her, and she me. Lisa always wore shorts and cute tops, so Britt started wearing shorts and sexy tops. Britt was lovely herself. She had dark soft hair, firm D cups, and decent legs and ass. After a few days, she and Lisa started picking and prodding each other. Nothing serious, but just little jabs. Lisa was winning the war of words and Britt was becoming very frustrated. She wanted me to quit the bar and had warned me that she was going to whip Lisa's ass. I told Lisa that, and she just laughed and said she'd be ready. Both of them had each had some fights, so I didn't doubt that a fight was brewing. Personally, I had never seen one, but knew them to be pretty bad, or at least could be. Well, after three weeks of goading each other, it finally happened. I was in the back of the bar moving some stuff around and when I came back up front, Lisa wasn't around. At the time, the bar was empty, so I guessed that she had gone to the bathroom. What I didn't know was, that while I was in the back, Britt had come in. I began to hear some weird noises coming from the ladies room, which was down a narrow hall out of sight of the bar. When I walked down there, I was able to make out some shouting and banging around. The door was locked and I pounded on it and called Lisa's name. Real quickly it became clear to me what was going on. My heart raced and the blood rushed to my head as I imagined the scene taking place, and from the shouts and curses, I knew it must be bad. I rushed to the bar and got the key. When I opened the door, Lisa had Britt against the wall, and the two were pulling hair and slapping the stuff out of each other. Britt's top was hanging around her waist and she had one boob popped from behind her bra. Lisa's top was torn down the middle and both of her breasts were exposed from her bra. Britt had a small stream of blood trickling from her nose and Lisa had a cut down her cheek. Just then Britt shoved Lisa backwards and she stumbled back into the sink and hit it hard with her lower back. She cried out with pain and her face was red and twisted in agony. It was just dumb luck on Lisa's part, but her right foot went flying upward and smacked Britt right in the crotch. Britt dropped to her knees and doubled over clutching herself and gasping for breath. Lisa slumped to her knees and sorta rolled/crawled her way out of the bathroom and into the hall. I didn't know who to help first. I was dating Britt, but falling for Lisa. I quickly checked them both over, and since Lisa was already out, I shut the door on Britt and helped Lisa to the back of the bar. She was crying and her back was starting to get a big bruise. I also noticed her perky breasts and the scratches across the right one. I spent several minutes with her, so when I went to check on Britt, she was still crying a few tears, but had straightened herself up somewhat. She called me a bastard and stormed out. I tried to patch things up with her for the next few days, but Lisa told me that it was Britt that had come in looking for trouble, and that I deserved better. I'm glad I took her advice. Lisa has been my loving wife for the last 11 years now.