Real Doll Hannah And The Bartender
Real Doll Hannah stood at a perfect height of six feet, appearing colossal compared to the almost midget sized wait staff that scattered around her in a panic to drop off everyones drinks at The Discoteque. Real Doll Hannah hailed over the chaos, her sparkly blue eyes were like chunks of diamonds and her mouth, which produced a smile of healthy glowing teeth, was perky yet her lips were as straight as two stretched out rubber bands. Blond ringlets that rained down her face to her chin. Hannah had a tan like she just ended a vacation somewhere in the tropics.
A nervous waitress, Jeannie, had just spilled a drink on a businessmans attire, soaking the crotch. Oh, no, sir, Im so sorry... The man pushed himself up from the seat where a puddle was collecting. Hed been eyeing Hannah the entire time, right up to the second the liquor spilt cooling off the sticky weather under his trousers. Im really, really sorry about this, the waitress hurried to pick up the turned over glass. Oh, no, she whined.
Its alright, Bill spoke, even though his tone lacked assurance. I was growing a little tired of this suit anyway. Bills friends watched the girl as she hurried off, not at all sparing herself any guilt despite Bills words.
She doesnt have much of an ass, one of Bills alliances commented of Jeannie as they watched her closely. She better brush up on her serving skills if she expects any sort of tip at all. This got a few respectable grunts in agreement before the group fell silent, just as their eyes fell back on Hannah.
She sure is something, Bill spoke, shaking his head in disbelief. Her tits, he said, holding a fist up, wanting to squeeze one right then.
Yeah, and she knows when to shut up, Todd, Bills closest buddy, laughed. The waitress hurried along to their table; brown eyes huge nuggets about to explode with tears, and she placed a fresh drink down in front of Bill. Bill eyed it suspiciously.
Darlin, I dont think this was what I originally had... he picked it up and sniffed it. Nope. Need a Black Label on the rocks.
Oh, Im sorry, she slapped the side of her face and quickly picked it up and raced to the bar. The disgruntled bartender tossed a rag down and grumpily took the drink and tossed it down the sink.
Jesus Christ, Todd spoke, This ones completely hopeless.
Yup. Too bad we cant embalm her with air, make her more fit like Hannah over there.
Im really sorry, the waitress placed the successful drink down on the table and looked at it for a minute. Listen, its my first day here and all, she pushed a strand of hair from her face. I wish there was something more I could do to make this up to you...
Well, Bill raised a suggestive finger and pointed to Hannah. You could give me her, he said.
Oh, sir, the waitress appeared taken back, shaking her head. I would but Hannahs so expensive. She belongs to him, she pointed to Jeremy, the bartender. He worked for years just to afford her, hed never give her up.
Oh, yeah, Bill took his wallet out and flipped through it, Is that right? he held it open for the waitresss eyes, which grew wide with amazement at the stash of hundreds he was keeping in there. Sweetie, to people like us, money is not an option. So why dont you go over there and tell that boy that I could buy his whole family from him if I wanted, but all I want is Hannah.
But...
Little Missy, Todd interrupted, Didnt you just say youd like to make up all the mistakes youve been making tonight I mean you ruined a perfectly good pair of pants.
Um...well, Ill see what I can do.
Yes, Todd spoke, Wed be interested in seeing what you could do as well. The group laughed as she walked away.
Jeannie tried to be casual as she approached Jeremy, who took cleaning his shot glasses quite seriously and refused to look up at her when she said Hey, Jeremy?
Yeah, Jeannie, what is it, screw something up again?
Um, n-no, sir, everythings fine, but those gentlemen over there wanted me to ask you a question.
Gentlemen? he questioned, finally meeting eyes with her. Jeannie, gentlemen dont exist here, okay, this isnt Casablanca.
Okay, she quickly said, nodding. Um, but they wanted me to ask you a question, she repeated herself quite delicately, running a hand over her apron to smooth it out.
What is it, Jeannie, I have an order in the back.
They want Hannah, she said, like shed been punched to force the words out. Jeremy started laughing; then he reformed with a serious face within seconds.
Uh, no, he said.
But shes just a doll, Jeremy, its not like shes...
Jeannie, do you even remotely have any clue at all as to what Hannah means to me she is, in the most grandiose way possible, perfect. She submits to any position, she never nags me about anything, and if we ever decide to walk the aisle, he hailed with a Jack Nicholson grin of malice, Shes even agreed to wear red.
So, I take it the answer is no, then, huh? she anxiously guessed.
No its not, he shrugged. The answer is fuck no if I had the choice of surrendering Hannah to those hams or giving my mother up to terrorists...
Okay, alright, Jeannie held her hands up. Just give me a Black Label please.
Alright, then Im going to be in the back working on this order, so I need you to hold down the fort.
Bill tossed back four more Black Labels and wobbled his way drunkenly to the bar. Jeremy was sweating in the backroom, and Jeannie had gone to the restroom to take a piss. Hannah was extremely vulnerable to a kidnapping, but she didnt seem to mind it at all, her smile was as tight and precocious as ever. The men carried her out to their car in a careless rush, as her leg hit the wall and bounced back without a hint of imperfection. Bill placed her in the front seat next to him, sure to secure her in a seatbelt, and took off.
Meanwhile, inside Discoteque, the phone was ringing. Jeremy stepped out to answer it and noticed that Hannah was gone.
Fuck! Jeannie! he called out, then shook his head at the thought of her being of any help at all to anything, and fled to his car out in the lot.
He sped down the narrow bumpy road of St. Marys, a strip crowded with drunken rainbow haired trolls, and turned swiftly around the corner, keeping bumper to bumper with Hannahs kidnappers. Bill laughed the whole way, looking over at his perfect lady to wink, and when he looked back at the road ahead, he found it to be completely blocked off by a truck slowly crossing in front of him, and slammed into it.
Jeremy jumped out of his car and ran over to the smoky scene of blood-covered faces. Bill was bound by metal penetrating his legs, and the other men were unconscious, but Hannah was safe and smiling wide behind her seatbelt.
-Jordan
Real Doll Hannah stood at a perfect height of six feet, appearing colossal compared to the almost midget sized wait staff that scattered around her in a panic to drop off everyones drinks at The Discoteque. Real Doll Hannah hailed over the chaos, her sparkly blue eyes were like chunks of diamonds and her mouth, which produced a smile of healthy glowing teeth, was perky yet her lips were as straight as two stretched out rubber bands. Blond ringlets that rained down her face to her chin. Hannah had a tan like she just ended a vacation somewhere in the tropics.
A nervous waitress, Jeannie, had just spilled a drink on a businessmans attire, soaking the crotch. Oh, no, sir, Im so sorry... The man pushed himself up from the seat where a puddle was collecting. Hed been eyeing Hannah the entire time, right up to the second the liquor spilt cooling off the sticky weather under his trousers. Im really, really sorry about this, the waitress hurried to pick up the turned over glass. Oh, no, she whined.
Its alright, Bill spoke, even though his tone lacked assurance. I was growing a little tired of this suit anyway. Bills friends watched the girl as she hurried off, not at all sparing herself any guilt despite Bills words.
She doesnt have much of an ass, one of Bills alliances commented of Jeannie as they watched her closely. She better brush up on her serving skills if she expects any sort of tip at all. This got a few respectable grunts in agreement before the group fell silent, just as their eyes fell back on Hannah.
She sure is something, Bill spoke, shaking his head in disbelief. Her tits, he said, holding a fist up, wanting to squeeze one right then.
Yeah, and she knows when to shut up, Todd, Bills closest buddy, laughed. The waitress hurried along to their table; brown eyes huge nuggets about to explode with tears, and she placed a fresh drink down in front of Bill. Bill eyed it suspiciously.
Darlin, I dont think this was what I originally had... he picked it up and sniffed it. Nope. Need a Black Label on the rocks.
Oh, Im sorry, she slapped the side of her face and quickly picked it up and raced to the bar. The disgruntled bartender tossed a rag down and grumpily took the drink and tossed it down the sink.
Jesus Christ, Todd spoke, This ones completely hopeless.
Yup. Too bad we cant embalm her with air, make her more fit like Hannah over there.
Im really sorry, the waitress placed the successful drink down on the table and looked at it for a minute. Listen, its my first day here and all, she pushed a strand of hair from her face. I wish there was something more I could do to make this up to you...
Well, Bill raised a suggestive finger and pointed to Hannah. You could give me her, he said.
Oh, sir, the waitress appeared taken back, shaking her head. I would but Hannahs so expensive. She belongs to him, she pointed to Jeremy, the bartender. He worked for years just to afford her, hed never give her up.
Oh, yeah, Bill took his wallet out and flipped through it, Is that right? he held it open for the waitresss eyes, which grew wide with amazement at the stash of hundreds he was keeping in there. Sweetie, to people like us, money is not an option. So why dont you go over there and tell that boy that I could buy his whole family from him if I wanted, but all I want is Hannah.
But...
Little Missy, Todd interrupted, Didnt you just say youd like to make up all the mistakes youve been making tonight I mean you ruined a perfectly good pair of pants.
Um...well, Ill see what I can do.
Yes, Todd spoke, Wed be interested in seeing what you could do as well. The group laughed as she walked away.
Jeannie tried to be casual as she approached Jeremy, who took cleaning his shot glasses quite seriously and refused to look up at her when she said Hey, Jeremy?
Yeah, Jeannie, what is it, screw something up again?
Um, n-no, sir, everythings fine, but those gentlemen over there wanted me to ask you a question.
Gentlemen? he questioned, finally meeting eyes with her. Jeannie, gentlemen dont exist here, okay, this isnt Casablanca.
Okay, she quickly said, nodding. Um, but they wanted me to ask you a question, she repeated herself quite delicately, running a hand over her apron to smooth it out.
What is it, Jeannie, I have an order in the back.
They want Hannah, she said, like shed been punched to force the words out. Jeremy started laughing; then he reformed with a serious face within seconds.
Uh, no, he said.
But shes just a doll, Jeremy, its not like shes...
Jeannie, do you even remotely have any clue at all as to what Hannah means to me she is, in the most grandiose way possible, perfect. She submits to any position, she never nags me about anything, and if we ever decide to walk the aisle, he hailed with a Jack Nicholson grin of malice, Shes even agreed to wear red.
So, I take it the answer is no, then, huh? she anxiously guessed.
No its not, he shrugged. The answer is fuck no if I had the choice of surrendering Hannah to those hams or giving my mother up to terrorists...
Okay, alright, Jeannie held her hands up. Just give me a Black Label please.
Alright, then Im going to be in the back working on this order, so I need you to hold down the fort.
Bill tossed back four more Black Labels and wobbled his way drunkenly to the bar. Jeremy was sweating in the backroom, and Jeannie had gone to the restroom to take a piss. Hannah was extremely vulnerable to a kidnapping, but she didnt seem to mind it at all, her smile was as tight and precocious as ever. The men carried her out to their car in a careless rush, as her leg hit the wall and bounced back without a hint of imperfection. Bill placed her in the front seat next to him, sure to secure her in a seatbelt, and took off.
Meanwhile, inside Discoteque, the phone was ringing. Jeremy stepped out to answer it and noticed that Hannah was gone.
Fuck! Jeannie! he called out, then shook his head at the thought of her being of any help at all to anything, and fled to his car out in the lot.
He sped down the narrow bumpy road of St. Marys, a strip crowded with drunken rainbow haired trolls, and turned swiftly around the corner, keeping bumper to bumper with Hannahs kidnappers. Bill laughed the whole way, looking over at his perfect lady to wink, and when he looked back at the road ahead, he found it to be completely blocked off by a truck slowly crossing in front of him, and slammed into it.
Jeremy jumped out of his car and ran over to the smoky scene of blood-covered faces. Bill was bound by metal penetrating his legs, and the other men were unconscious, but Hannah was safe and smiling wide behind her seatbelt.
-Jordan
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