08-06-2008, 12:58 AM
Heather written by Spidercrawlus
I was happy to be out of there early, thinking I could read or just relax in a hot bath when I got home. I had been in L.A. for just under a year, moving here from Wisconsin to chase my acting dream. Little did I expect when I got here that I'd find a thousand other twenty -three year old blue-eyed blondes trying the same thing. So of course I ended up waiting tables at night while I took classes and auditioned during the day. The restaurant I work at is pretty cool, a hip eatery with a bar and usually decent clientele, and the people I work with are pretty similar to me, trying to break into the business.
My shift ended early because we were pretty slow tonight, so the manager told me I could go. I changed into a loose pair of jeans and my cropped University of Wisconsin sweatshirt that revealed my flat but not too toned midsection. I needed to get back into shape, but with my job, classes and auditions, I didn't have a lot of time. I played volleyball and soccer growing up and through college, so I still had a pretty good body at 5'6" and 118 lbs. The restaurant had a late lunch crowd when I arrived, so I had to park in the far end of the lot, behind the bank that shared the plaza with us. The chilly valley night air felt good, and with the slight breeze I could smell the vapors from the steamy kitchen trapped in my long, ashen blonde hair. Maybe a shower and good hair washing before my bath I thought to myself.
As I finally rounded the corner of the bank and approached my '87 Toyota Celica, I couldn't help to think that my day would soon come and I'd be driving that BMW I always wanted and not slinging plates of grease and bottles of booze to people who already had theirs. I put my bag on the roof of my car as I put the key in the door, when I got a hard push from behind. I jolted forward, slamming my small but firm breasts against the window. I was surprised but not scared, I thought it might have been Rafael, one of the cooks. He had gotten off of work about the same time as me, and we were always pushing each other around and doing fake wrestling moves whenever we passed each other. Unfortunately for me, it wasn't him, and the situation took a sour turn.
"Hey slut! Did you have good time in there? Pick-up any cute guys tramp?" I recognized the owner of the voice as I turned around. She was a customer from earlier. She was with her boyfriend, and I could tell they were in a fight, so I pretty much had left them alone. "Hey, I'm sorry if you and your boyfriend aren't getting along, but I was just doing my job and I don't even know you guys." I could tell she was drunk and had probably been drinking for the last couple of hours since they left. She was a pretty big girl, not fat, but big-boned with dark red hair and a nasty scowl on her face. She had two friends with her, who were flanking her on either side. "I know you were flirting with him, and he even said you gave him your phone number." Now I was getting pissed. This guy lied to make his girlfriend mad, and now I was in big trouble. "Look, I don't know you or your boyfriend, I'm just a girl doing her job and I didn't give him my number. Now, if you'll just leave me alone I'll go and I'm sure things will be better tomorrow." With that the scorned lover caught me off-guard with a looping left haymaker to the chin. I fell backward into my car and felt the keys that were dangling from the lock jab into my lower back. I had never been in a real fight before, and with my ears ringing I hoped she felt vindicated and would leave it at that. Boy, was I ever wrong! I slid down the car door into a crouch, grabbing my chin with my left hand when she kicked me right in the stomach with the toes of her leather boot. "UUUUOOOUGH!!" A burst of air jumped out of my body as I lurched forward and buckled over to my knees, both hands cradling my lower belly, about half an inch below my navel. "Pick her up!" the bully barked to her friends. One, another redhead, grabbed me by the arm with both hands, while the brunette took a handful of my hair with one hand and my other arm with the other and yanked me to my feet. "OOOOOHHHHLLLL!" "OOOOAAAAAUUUU!" "OOOWWWUUGH!" Three hard punches, alternating right, left, right. The first one got me directly on the belly button as I was trying to get my breath back from the kick. The second punch was about two inches above it on my lower solar plexus, and the third was to my right side, just inside of my ribs. My entire midsection was a ball of pain, a tortuous throbbing that I had never experienced before. I was coughing rapidly and uncontrollably as tears welled in my eyes and panic ran through my head that was still spinning from that first punch to the chin.
"You don't look like such a Barbie Doll now, crying and drooling all over the place." Her friends laughed as my tormentor verbally hazed me and admired her handiwork. "Nice color on your nice little tummy" she commented as she circled the red imprints of her fist on my aching belly with her finger. I was trying to get enough air to say something, anything, beg for mercy, I didn't care, I just wanted this agony to stop, but I couldn't speak, I was only gasping. She grabbed a handful of hair and pulled my sagging head up and stared me in the eyes as she tattooed me twice with her free hand, two thudding shots to my battered navel. "OOOOUUUUUGGGHH!" "UUUEEEUUUWWW!". Her friends were fully supporting me now, my legs were jelly and I couldn't imagine having any breath left in me. "Just to make this all worth your while waitress girl, I'm going to leave you a big tip." With that she gave me a knee right in the crotch that lifted my entire body up. It had such force I fully expected my blonde bush to come flying out of my jeans! "UUUUUNNNNNGGGGHHHH!!!" Pain exploded from my crotch, radiating throughout my entire body. The two bruisers carried me over and threw me back first onto the hood of my car, and I immediately rolled over and slid to the ground, covering my burning, aching womanhood with both hands.
I don't know how long I was lying there, hoping I would either die or just be able to breathe again. I might have even passed out for a while, I have no idea, only that when another pair of hands grabbed me by the shoulders, I knew it wasn't a nightmare and was sure I couldn't survive another round of punishment. You can't imagine how happy I was to see it was Rafael. He couldn't believe what had happened, and his joking and good nature comforted me as he took me back inside the restaurant to clean me up and see if they should take me to the emergency room. As everyone of my fellow employees hovered over me and helped me, I felt ashamed that all I thought about was my acting dream and never stopped to appreciate what I already had.
I was happy to be out of there early, thinking I could read or just relax in a hot bath when I got home. I had been in L.A. for just under a year, moving here from Wisconsin to chase my acting dream. Little did I expect when I got here that I'd find a thousand other twenty -three year old blue-eyed blondes trying the same thing. So of course I ended up waiting tables at night while I took classes and auditioned during the day. The restaurant I work at is pretty cool, a hip eatery with a bar and usually decent clientele, and the people I work with are pretty similar to me, trying to break into the business.
My shift ended early because we were pretty slow tonight, so the manager told me I could go. I changed into a loose pair of jeans and my cropped University of Wisconsin sweatshirt that revealed my flat but not too toned midsection. I needed to get back into shape, but with my job, classes and auditions, I didn't have a lot of time. I played volleyball and soccer growing up and through college, so I still had a pretty good body at 5'6" and 118 lbs. The restaurant had a late lunch crowd when I arrived, so I had to park in the far end of the lot, behind the bank that shared the plaza with us. The chilly valley night air felt good, and with the slight breeze I could smell the vapors from the steamy kitchen trapped in my long, ashen blonde hair. Maybe a shower and good hair washing before my bath I thought to myself.
As I finally rounded the corner of the bank and approached my '87 Toyota Celica, I couldn't help to think that my day would soon come and I'd be driving that BMW I always wanted and not slinging plates of grease and bottles of booze to people who already had theirs. I put my bag on the roof of my car as I put the key in the door, when I got a hard push from behind. I jolted forward, slamming my small but firm breasts against the window. I was surprised but not scared, I thought it might have been Rafael, one of the cooks. He had gotten off of work about the same time as me, and we were always pushing each other around and doing fake wrestling moves whenever we passed each other. Unfortunately for me, it wasn't him, and the situation took a sour turn.
"Hey slut! Did you have good time in there? Pick-up any cute guys tramp?" I recognized the owner of the voice as I turned around. She was a customer from earlier. She was with her boyfriend, and I could tell they were in a fight, so I pretty much had left them alone. "Hey, I'm sorry if you and your boyfriend aren't getting along, but I was just doing my job and I don't even know you guys." I could tell she was drunk and had probably been drinking for the last couple of hours since they left. She was a pretty big girl, not fat, but big-boned with dark red hair and a nasty scowl on her face. She had two friends with her, who were flanking her on either side. "I know you were flirting with him, and he even said you gave him your phone number." Now I was getting pissed. This guy lied to make his girlfriend mad, and now I was in big trouble. "Look, I don't know you or your boyfriend, I'm just a girl doing her job and I didn't give him my number. Now, if you'll just leave me alone I'll go and I'm sure things will be better tomorrow." With that the scorned lover caught me off-guard with a looping left haymaker to the chin. I fell backward into my car and felt the keys that were dangling from the lock jab into my lower back. I had never been in a real fight before, and with my ears ringing I hoped she felt vindicated and would leave it at that. Boy, was I ever wrong! I slid down the car door into a crouch, grabbing my chin with my left hand when she kicked me right in the stomach with the toes of her leather boot. "UUUUOOOUGH!!" A burst of air jumped out of my body as I lurched forward and buckled over to my knees, both hands cradling my lower belly, about half an inch below my navel. "Pick her up!" the bully barked to her friends. One, another redhead, grabbed me by the arm with both hands, while the brunette took a handful of my hair with one hand and my other arm with the other and yanked me to my feet. "OOOOOHHHHLLLL!" "OOOOAAAAAUUUU!" "OOOWWWUUGH!" Three hard punches, alternating right, left, right. The first one got me directly on the belly button as I was trying to get my breath back from the kick. The second punch was about two inches above it on my lower solar plexus, and the third was to my right side, just inside of my ribs. My entire midsection was a ball of pain, a tortuous throbbing that I had never experienced before. I was coughing rapidly and uncontrollably as tears welled in my eyes and panic ran through my head that was still spinning from that first punch to the chin.
"You don't look like such a Barbie Doll now, crying and drooling all over the place." Her friends laughed as my tormentor verbally hazed me and admired her handiwork. "Nice color on your nice little tummy" she commented as she circled the red imprints of her fist on my aching belly with her finger. I was trying to get enough air to say something, anything, beg for mercy, I didn't care, I just wanted this agony to stop, but I couldn't speak, I was only gasping. She grabbed a handful of hair and pulled my sagging head up and stared me in the eyes as she tattooed me twice with her free hand, two thudding shots to my battered navel. "OOOOUUUUUGGGHH!" "UUUEEEUUUWWW!". Her friends were fully supporting me now, my legs were jelly and I couldn't imagine having any breath left in me. "Just to make this all worth your while waitress girl, I'm going to leave you a big tip." With that she gave me a knee right in the crotch that lifted my entire body up. It had such force I fully expected my blonde bush to come flying out of my jeans! "UUUUUNNNNNGGGGHHHH!!!" Pain exploded from my crotch, radiating throughout my entire body. The two bruisers carried me over and threw me back first onto the hood of my car, and I immediately rolled over and slid to the ground, covering my burning, aching womanhood with both hands.
I don't know how long I was lying there, hoping I would either die or just be able to breathe again. I might have even passed out for a while, I have no idea, only that when another pair of hands grabbed me by the shoulders, I knew it wasn't a nightmare and was sure I couldn't survive another round of punishment. You can't imagine how happy I was to see it was Rafael. He couldn't believe what had happened, and his joking and good nature comforted me as he took me back inside the restaurant to clean me up and see if they should take me to the emergency room. As everyone of my fellow employees hovered over me and helped me, I felt ashamed that all I thought about was my acting dream and never stopped to appreciate what I already had.