So ears ago i worked at a bouncer/doorman.. whatever title you prefer.
Now ignore your stereotyping, i wasn’t in it for the ego, the fighting, the ladies... plain and simple I was a student and it paid well.
So I always remained professional, I worked some very upmarket venues in and around Cheshire and South Manchester, mainly wine bars and private functions.
I made a point about not having relations with girls I’d met doing my job purely because it gets messy, and tends to cause issues at some point.
So some years back I was working quiet night, private function at a stunning castle, incredible party and I was simply tasked with making sure everyone had a good time and no one get too rowdy.. simple.
Around midnight a group of young teenagers caught my attention, loud, screaming girls and lads wrestling etc..
Politely reminded them where they were and they seem respectful and quite it quiet.
About an hour later I heard some raised voices amongst whimpering.. darted round the corner to see a young lad standing over a girl in a heap.. he claimed she’d fallen
Didn’t care I ushered him away and he got aggressive, restrained him and explained the situation too him.. simple you can go to your room and sleep it off, or you’ll be leaving the grounds.
After a few minutes of half d*unk arguing he headed into his room, demanded she’s joining him..
No whatever they need to sort can wait until morning.
So I helped the young lady up, clearly very d*unk and barely able to stand, helped her back to the party where very few knew her.. but we managed to find her bang.. right it’s a start.. with the bar staff we found her ID and phone.. it was locked..
Luckily she lived a few miles away so I said I’d take her home.. after a few drinks of water she seemed to improve..
Got her in my car and headed to hers, she clung to my arm and begin stroking it.. mumbling pleasantries like oh you’re muscly
Anyway we pulled up stunning big country house.. grand entrance.. big enough to host a party itself.. I pull her from the seat and head to the door.. no keys..
Jesus.. so only one choice
BANG BANG BANG..
Lights appear and the doors creeps open, very sorry do you know this girl.
A shocked mother swings the door open, and explains its her daughter, at this point the fresh air got too her and I was holding her up.
I tried to pass her to her mum, but it failed miserably, irritated and eager to get going.. I said excuse me.. ushered the mum to one side and threw the young girl up, into my arms..
Sternly right where are we going.. up and left.
The stairs wrapped around the grand entrance.. up we went.. the mother clinging her silk cream dressing gown to her body..
She pushed open the door and i entered a huge bedroom giant bed.. threw her down as I did she clung too me, arms round my neck.. d*unken mumbles of stay with me..
Me and her mother laugh quietly as we pull the covers over her..
We head out and I apologise for waking her.. she laughs don’t be daft, thanks so much for bringing her home very good of you..
Would you like a drink..
No thanks but could I use your bathroom.
She shows me to the bathroom, again an incredible marble room..
As I leave she’s gone I head to the entrance where the mother calls me through into the kitchen, tea or coffee..
It’s fine honest.. no I insist.. tea please.
She giggles,
“not quite what you hoped for was it”
am sorry..
Confused, bet you thought you’d get a shag tonight didn’t you.
What no don’t be daft, am not like that, just couldn’t leave her alone in a strange place in that state.
Oh sorry mr chivalrous.. she grins..
She walks over handing me the cup of tea, as she floats across the room I can make out the silhouette of her body from the under cupboard lighting.. she grins noticing me looking.
She passes me the brew.. as she does she keeps hold of the handle..
“In future, remember don’t throw a lady around like you did earlier it’s not very gentlemanly”
I laughed cheekily, sorry..
“ when you manhandled my daughter”
Without a seconds hesitation, proudly I remarked.. firstly I have no interest in your daughter she’s too young for me.. and secondly your just jealous it wasn’t you.
As the words escaped my lips I knew. Shit I could of overstepped the mark there, she snatched the cup and slides it down on the counter.
Here we go..
“Get out of my house”, I could almost here the words before she spoke them..
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