Partying With Possum


Callie's doorbell ringing... her eyes widening to see Possum through the peephole... carrying flowers... and wearing an expensive suit... this might be what he meant when he said he owed her one... a fancy dinner perhaps... or dancing... maybe you're softening him up at last...

US Angel steps back and opens the door... "Flowers? For me?" smiling and reaching to take them... blue sweatshirt threatening to ride up... but the hem held down by the pleasant curve of her rump... preventing any more than a glimpse of white panties... "Did you decide to admit you owed me one for saving your reputation at the awards show?"

Possum grins... "Something like that... I was planning on taking you clubbing tonight... there's a great place that just opened in midtown... a really fancy spot... you're going to need something sexy to wear..." Eyes roaming as you bend over to put the flower in a vase...

US Angel deliberately makes a show of delivering the flowers to a vase on the coffee table... bending straight-legged to emphasize the curve of her bottom... as the sweatshirt finally loses its grip and rides up to the waist... "Sounds like fun... do you mean like a stretch dress... and I could put my hair up?"

Possum smiles... "Sure... don't take too long, though... the taxi's going to be here in ten minutes..." Eyes continuing to watch as you hurry to change... taking a vantage point near the door...

US Angel lifts the sweatshirt over her head... acting as if she doesn't know he's watching... as her ample bosom spills out... juttering side to side as she goes the closet to find a white dress... tighter than the sweatshirt and not much longer... stepping into red pumps as she pins her hair up... accessorizing with blue choker and earrings... pulling on one white glove as she comes to the door... "Let's go!"

Possum escorting you down to the taxi... giving your bottom a smack and squeeze as you climb in... the taxi quickly taking you to the club in question... a seemingly ordinary place... with a long queue... which Possum bypasses by tucking a hundred into the bouncer's pocket... leading you into the VIP section... "I know the owner here... wait there a second, I'll see about getting us free drinks..."

US Angel nods with a smile as he gets her chair... leaning against the table on her gloved arm... watching as he goes to get the drinks... looking around... seemingly a typical club... not entirely sure why the line outside was quite so long... nodding to a fan... signing a club napkin for them... realizing the paparazzi are likely following her as well... though perhaps the bouncers will keep them outside...

The bouncers certainly seeming to be huddling round... as you see Possum talking to the manager... getting into quite a heated argument... your eyes widening as Possum punches him out... then gets him in an armlock... forcing the man to give up his wallet... the bouncers moving in on him... a couple moving on you too...

US Angel takes a deep breath... suddenly realizing she should have known Possum brought her along for a reason... wishing she knew what it was all about... she certainly can't be seen shaking down businessmen... on the other hand... she eyes the approaching bouncers... "What's up?"

The bouncers pushing a finger in your face... "I don't know what your boyfriend thinks he's doing... but the boss doesn't owe him a dime for any services that may or may not that been rendered... not that any were... and not that he'd pay anyway... now you tell him to calm down or we'll rearrange that pretty face..."

US Angel sighs and nods... getting an annoyed expression on her face... stomping across the room toward Possum... already short dress riding higher up stout thighs with every step... until in about the same position as the sweatshirt was when he arrived at her place... "Let that man go, Possum! I should have known you would ruin the evening... what do you think you're doing anyway?"

Possum smiles... throwing the man over his own bar... the body smashing the bottles... the bouncers reacting... "He owed me for a job I did before... I figured either he'd pay up and we could patronize his establishment... or he wouldn't... and I'd take what I was owed... and since that's how it's gone down, I guess you'd better help me fight off these goons..." Six burly bouncers moving in...

US Angel eyes Possum for a brief instant... "Okay... but next time I choose the place..." then she turns to snap kick the closest bouncer... dress sliding up to the tops of her hips... as she spins into a backfist with her gloved right hand... smirking at Possum... "Ever been to 'The Trough?' It's pretty low end... but hey... I can guarantee a wild time..."

Possum frowns... "No thanks... I don't feel like fighting a whole bike gang for a chance at your pussy..." Delivering a right hook to the next attacker... then ducking a swinging cudgel... a couple of the men armed with thick sticks of wood... "I prefer classy establishments... like this place... too bad the owner's so cheap..."

US Angel leaps over the ducking Possum... stout legs bicycling as she aims her signature 123 dropkick at the cudgel swinger... while giving Possum quite the view of her panty-covered pout... everyone in the place getting a view by the time she rolls to her feet again... next to the bar... "Suit yourself..."

Possum grins... "I always do..." grabbing the next attacker in a judo throw... hurling him over the bar... to smash a few more bottles... just two of the bouncers left now... rushing you both at once...

US Angel winks at Possum and reaches out with gloved hand... "I really wanted to dance..." scissoring her legs as Possum grasps her hands and spins her up... adding extra power to her well-placed kicks... sending the last two bouncers flying... one flattening a table he crashes down on... the other hitting the wall... his coat catching on a hook... leaving him hanging...

Possum grins... setting you down... and patting his pocket... "Nice work... looks like we've got enough for a proper night out... want to relocate? No biker bars..." Offering his arm to escort you out... the place wrecked... and no place for a refined pair to be seen...

US Angel commenting to the paparazzi gather outside... as Possum escorts her to the car... her dress still gathered about her waist... panties still showing... "This place is a dump... we're going uptown..." cameras and phones clicking... Angel and her mysterious date likely to be on the cover of the morning trades...

(Jan 2010)