Laurie pulled her pickup into the gravel parking lot of the Saloon. She was supposed to meet up with her new boyfriend, Mark, who was running a little late for a few drinks. She walked inside the bar. It was early afternoon, and there was only one small group, with three women at the end of the bar and the bartender, a well-built gentleman in his early 30s.
Laurie walked in and sat right up to the bar. She stood about 5'4", and weighed about 115 lbs. She was 45 years old, but looked much younger. She had a pretty face and you could tell that she still worked out. She was wearing tight jeans and a button down shirt, which was unbuttoned just the right amount to show of her implants and attract attention from the opposite sex. She had light blonde hair, which she straightened and a medium tan.
As she sat down at the bar, it immediately attracted the attention of David, the bartender. "What is a fine looking young lady like you doing here all by yourself." Laurie, never the stranger to a compliment, began to flirt back, which started Laurie's unfortunate chain of events.
At the end of the bar, Karen was watching. Karen was about 45 years old. She was a little bit shorter than Laurie. She was athletic and somewhat of a gym rat, who was a decent boxer. She was
wearing a sleeveless black tank top, which was low cut to accentuate her large breasts. Over the top, she wore a leather jacket. She had olive skin and jet black hair and a decent looking face.
Karen had been seeing David on a regular basis. They were not dating, but David had a taste for older women, and they filled each others needs. Karen did not like the idea of another woman
moving in on her turf.
Also with Karen were Kate and Heather. Kate and Heather rode along with Karen on their motorcycles and were both were mean with a bit of attitude. Kate stood about 5'10" and 140 lbs. She was
a redhead, who was well proportioned and decently built, although not as toned as Karen. Heather had dark blond hair and was very curvaceous and voluptuous. Both women were also in their mid
40s and dressed similar to Karen.
Karen started to heckle Laurie. "Give it up, Darling. He isn't into plastic women."
Laurie brushed it off and ignored her. After a few minutes, Karen started to get a little agitated. She walked over and confronted her.
"Just so you know, sweetheart, he is off limits tonight."
Laurie replied, " I am not interested, but its none of your business anyways."
Upon hearing this, Karen grabbed Laurie's tricep hard with one arm. Laurie winced with pain as Karen pulled her from the chair. Laurie's heart sank and she began to become filled with
fear. Karen grabbed Laurie's face around her jaw with her other hand. "Don't you tell me what is and isn't my business". Karen drew back her fist and slammed it into Laurie's stomach,
about 3 inches above her navel and drove upward. The thud of Karen's fist hitting Laurie could be heard across the room, as a high pitched ungodly grunt escaped from the back of her throat.
Laurie doubled over around Karen's fist, which seemed to hold her in place. As pain shot through her body, she realized that she couldnt breathe. Both of her hands clutched her stomach as she
slid down Karen's fist. Karen pushed on her shoulder, letting her fall to the floor. The ridiculing laughter of the other two ladies could be heard as she fell to her knees. Karen pulled Laurie
to her feet by the collar of her shirt and threw a right hook, hitting Laurie in the mouth and sending her stomach first to the floor.
Laughter and applause came from the other to ladies as Laurie lay there dazed on the ground. Karen turned around and went back to the others. David stepped out from behind the bar and said,
"alright, ladies, that's enough." He walked over to Laurie and helped her to her feet. She could barely stand and was still clutching her side, painfully hobbling to the door with David's help.
She did everything in her power to make it to the door before she started to cry. The girls continued to laugh at her as the tears ran down her face and her bloody lips pursed. How dearly she wanted
to beat everyone of them into unconsciousness. But she knew that all of those women were rough and ruthless. Any one of them, by themselves, would tear her limb of limb, let alone all three together.
She slowly made her way back to her truck and got in. She started to text Mark what had happened as she backed out of the parking lot. She was not watching where she was going and heard a clink, followed by a crash. She got out of her pickup and went to inspect. She had hit a motorcycle, knocking it over, causing a domino effect of three bikes. The three ladies emerged from the bar They were pissed; Laurie
had knocked over their bikes and they believed that she did it on purpose. Laurie tried to explain what happened, as the women walked menacingly towards her, Karen removed her jacket, exposing her well-defined arms, with a dragon tattoo on the upper sleeve of her right arm. The girls were not interested in Laurie's explanation. The women walked towards Laurie, cracking their knuckles. There were in no mood to discuss the situation with words. At some point during this, the reality sunk into Laurie's mind......they were going to beat her to a pulp.
Without saying a word, Kate punched Laurie's soft stomach sharply just underneath the belly button. Laurie was unprepared for this. She double over and gasped for air as Kate's knuckles masked into the soft flesh of her Belly. Laurie panicked; she kicked her assailant in the chest and elbowed Karen who attempted to full-nelson her, in the gut. She rushed at Heather. Heather grabbed her by the collar and shoved her towards Kate, who barred both of Laurie's arms, exposing her belly. Heather's first punch slammed into Laurie's right side. She felt sick, she wanted to puke. Heather removed her fist. Her second punch landed in the pit of Laurie's stomach. Laurie groaned loudly, she wanted to cry. The following punch hit her squarely in the solar plexus. She had no wind left and no will to fight. Heather grabbed Laurie's face by the chin, lifting it. At the same time, her other hand drew back and punched her in the cheek. Laurie was dazed. She was flung forward into Heather's arms. Karen stepped up and punched Laurie in the kidney, her back arched in pain. She let out a yelp of pain. Karen aimed her next punch below Laurie's shoulder blade. She was barely conscious as she was tossed towards Karen. Kate moved in. She released a strong, solid punch, using all of her weight. The punch landed 2 inches above the belly button. As Kate's knuckles kneaded into Laurie's soft belly, it was as if Kate's fist removed all of the air and energy from Laurie's body and replaced with pain and nausea. Kate punched Laurie in the jaw, leaving her hanging in the arms of Karen. Heather stepped in and threw a punch just to the right of Laurie's belly button. Laurie grunted again, she felt sick to her stomach, or what was left of it. These women were mashing her guts. The next punch landed below the belly button. Laurie's eyes were fluttering, she was groaning louder with each punch. Another punch hit the same spot. Her soft belly had no resistance left. Karen pitched her forward. She cocked her fist, as the other set Laurie up for a punch. Karen put every ounce of weight and muscle she could muster into her last punch. It drove onto her solar plexus. She let out a very high pitched "OOOF". She then began to drift to the ground. A low groan escaped from the back of her throat, as she slipped into unconsciousness, curling up into a ball with her hands and arms covering her gut.
Laurie, just laid there on the gravel. Her face was bleeding and bruised. She laid in a semi-conscious state as the three women picked her up and threw her into the bed of her truck, and walked away.
She laid there in the bed for a few minutes. Every time she inhaled or exhaled, she felt immense pain. Karen returned a few minutes later and said, "Here, let me buy you a drink" and dumped
a beer on her face as she laid semi conscious. She spit and choked, as they laughed it off. She drifted out and back in to here the motorcycles driving off. A few minutes later, she saw Mark
standing over her calling for an ambulance. She smirked at mark from the side of her battered face and muttered, "Let's try someplace else next time."
