The man liked to rough handle the girls he picked up. For him, it was all about dominance. It was his way of controlling the situation for he was, in fact, a coward and a weakling beneath the violence.
He had picked up a slim petite girl, barely eighteen he figured. She had been willing and eager until he hit her the first time. She was resistant, so he knew how to curb that behaviour.
He slapped her twice more before throwing her on to the bed. He’d show her who was boss and what happened when you didn’t comply.
He threw himself on top of her only to feel the girl’s knee thrust into his groin.
The pain was immense, and he doubled up planning his next assault, which wouldn’t be anywhere as nice as his last one.
But he found himself being rolled onto his back, his hands still holding his crushed testicles.
Sitting astride him was not the girl he had been engaging with. This was someone different.
He stared at her unable to make out the change and how it had happened.
Then she spoke: “I’m Esther, Summer’s other half. You’ve been a pig, and when that happens, I send her into hiding and take over. You want to play with fire Mister then you come play with me.”
Her eyes said it all. They penetrated his head, saw the weakling that he was and smiled at him in a way that made it clear to him that she thought very little of him.
“Now,” she said, “what fun can I have with you?”
“I’ll teach you to defy me,” he roared through pursed lips, lifting a freed hand to strike at Esther.
The words had barely left his lips when he felt her hand around his throat. She pushed down on his throat and at the same time her knees once again engaged in the most painful way with his manhood.
His eyes bulged as the pain registered. She saw the fear in his eyes, as he stared at a woman with no compunction but to deliver him torment in the most obvious of ways.
“You’re a little man with a tiny dick, you think that was going to please me. I want you out of here, now! But first, tell Summer you’re sorry.”
With that, he saw that Esther had gone and the petite Summer there, sitting atop of him.
“No,” replied Summer, she’s over in the corner awaiting your apology.
The man looked around unsure of where Esther might be. “I’m sorry miss,” he stammered, “Can I get out of here now?”
“Certainly,” answered Summer, “ just leave your money on the dresser.”
“Money? You want me to pay for that?”
Again he felt her hand around his throat and reached for his wallet, leaving all he had.
“You have to be more selective Summer.”
“Yes, I know.”
“I could have killed him.”