Chapter 7
It was the middle of the afternoon and Barney had just a few minutes to do some grocery shopping.
He had stopped at a greasy-spoon cafe to devour a hamburger and several beers at lunch time. He had his crew on the rifle range, and most of them were extremely tired from the combination of the long hike that he imposed upon them, coupled with an entire morning of shooting. He had screamed relentlessly at his troups, and Barney felt the need for a little relaxation. So after he finished the hamburger, he had enough beers to put him in a high state, after which he then decided to do his shopping. He looked at his watch, discovering that he'd have just enough time to finish the shopping, then return to the rifle range by two o'clock. Sergeant Nelson would be taking care of things for the better part of an hour, and that worried Barney. He always thought that Nelson was too soft in his approach. Nelson, on the other hand, considered Barney Norris to be a Neanderthal. It bothered Barney in particular to see that the troops preferred Nelson to him. If there was one thing that always caused great skepticism within Barney Norris, it was the thought that troops would never like any of their drill sergeants.
In his slightly tipsy state, Barney drove his battered automobile to the nearest supermarket, which was situated just a few blocks away from his apartment.
As he walked into the market, he observed a lovely young blonde working at one of the check-out stands. He immediately licked his lips with enthusiasm, deciding this would be the girl he would have as his checker this particular trip.
Barney bought a few items, then stood in the girl's line, even though it was a little longer than a couple of the others.
By the time he got up to the front, he got an even better look at this beautiful blonde. He liked the gorgeous sparkle of her hair and her bright blue eyes. Barney also liked her thick red lips and as he stared at her, he anticipated just how much fun it would be to romp in the hay with her.
She looked young, probably no more than her early twenties.
"Hello, there," he greeted her, grinning crookedly.
"Good afternoon," she looked at him solemnly.
As she rang up the sale, Barney leaned over and began to talk to the blonde.
"So what's your name, sweetheart?"
"My name's Mimi, and the name isn't sweetheart. At least not to you."
"What the hell are you getting all shook up about?"
The man behind Barney got a little miffed.
"Why don't you leave the young lady alone," the man suggested.
"And why don't you button out, busybody, before I ram my boot up between your buns," Barney growled.
He looked at the man so menacingly that he immediately took his shopping cart into another line.
"Now back to you, baby," Barney said, slouching over the counter. "Just how about you and me getting together tonight? I'll pick you up about six. I've got to keep these young punks up on the rifle range for a few hours this afternoon."
"You, sir, are a male chauvinist pig," Mimi exclaimed, speaking loud enough for everybody to hear. "You're the kind of disgusting, despicable man that I'd never even take the trouble to spit on, much less talk to. You're a disgrace. You think that all you've got to do is grin a crooked grin with your damned beer breath escaping, and the girl's gonna swoon. As for me, I want to throw up. You're the type of revolting male that we liberated females are trying to get away from. If you make any more of these fresh statements to me, then I'm going to immediately push a buzzer. I'll have the manager of this store call the police and have you thrown out."
By the time Mimi finished, she was shouting practically at the top of her lungs. A number of men and women burst into applause, and as Barney looked around, glowering at them, they laughed in his face.
"That will be forty-five-twenty-five," Mimi said.
Barney angrily reached into his wallet, plopping down the money. He grabbed the groceries and stormed angrily out of the market.
"You forgot your change, sir," Mimi said with a heavy tone of sarcasm, precipitating more laughter.
For the rest of that entire afternoon, Barney was rougher on his young recruits than ever. He kept thinking about Mimi, who had responded to his fresh remarks with some angry expressions of her own. If there had been one thing he'd hated, it was even the thought of a women's libber. And so that's what this gorgeous blonde was, apparently a flaming women's libber, and he was going to do something about it. Somehow or other he would get even with this little blonde bitch, who had shouted him down, then had humiliated him publicly in the market.
Barney went back to the apartment that evening. Even though his beautiful Mary was there, having worked the early shift at the bar, he was not in the mood for sex. As a matter-of-fact, Barney had come to the conclusion that he would not be able to think about sex until he had taken some action against that beautiful young blonde checker who had put him down in such an unceremonious way.
The next afternoon Barney entrusted the troops with Sergeant Nelson. He told Nelson that he had an appointment with the dentist, which was a lie. Instead he planned on going to the market and waiting for the beautiful blonde checker Mimi.
He arrived there at three o'clock, standing outside of the market. As he peeked inside, he observed Mimi standing at her counter, checking people out.
As he craned his neck and looked at her, his anger mounting with each and every second, he heard loud laughter.
"Ahhh, so you're the clown that that girl put down yesterday," he heard the sound of a young man's voice.
Barney turned and observed a young man in loose-fitting blue jeans and a dirty white T-shirt standing there laughing at him. He had long hair and a beard.
"She really put you down," the young man said. "It serves you right, you son-of-a-bitch, for taking a woman for granted. These are more civilized times."
"Button your lip before it's buttoned for you," Barney said.
"Fuck you," the young man gave him the finger.
Barney moved quickly toward the young man. He landed a solid right which caught the young man in the stomach, causing him to gasp loudly and double over. As he doubled over, Barney picked him up by the seat of the pants, shoving him head first into a paper receptacle a few feet away.
The young man gasped and sobbed in a flustered fashion, trying to struggle from the waste paper basket. Eventually he climbed out of it, after which he ran quickly toward his car, shaking his fist at Barney in the meantime.
"You got what you deserved from her," he said. "I'm gonna call the cops. I'm gonna get on you, you bastard."
"Fuck off, cream puff," Barney laughed fiendishly.
Barney continued to stand around outside the market. He began to wonder just what time this beautiful blonde got off work. About five o'clock, he observed her vacating her position at her check stand.
A white-haired woman with glasses replaced her, after which the girl walked toward the exit.
Mimi used one of the side exits, walking toward a yellow Honda at the end of the parking lot.
Barney was happy over the fact that her car was off in an area by itself. That would give him greater latitude in carrying out his objective.
As Barney moved toward her, he recognized that it was also getting dark enough to where it would be harder for them to be seen in the distance. All of this would work to his advantage.
The closer that Barney moved toward Mimi, the harder that his heart pounded. If ever he wanted to exact vengeance from a woman, he wanted it that moment. Even though Mary had turned him down when he'd asked her for dates, she had never attacked him in the manner that this woman had, who also happened to be a women's libber.
Just as Mimi was about to reach into her purse to pull out her car keys, Barney grabbed her from behind. He squeezed her ever so tightly in a bear hug, sucking the breath out of her.
"When I let you go, you'd better not scream," he said. "You do and you're gonna get beat so bad that nobody's gonna recognize you, not even your closest friend, assuming you've got one."
When Barney let go, he reached out and grabbed Mimi by her dress. He turned her around so that she could see him.
"I'm the guy you put down yesterday," he said.
"I didn't mean anything by it, honest, I really didn't," she sobbed, her body trembling. "You know how it is. You're under pressure on the job. I really didn't mean it. Honestly, I didn't. I'm sorry, gosh, I'm really sorry."
"Shut up," Barney said.
Barney reached out and delivered a slap which caught Mimi on the side of the face.
Mimi decided to retaliate. She reached out and attempted to strike Barney with her purse, but he easily fended the blow off, blocking it with his elbow, then grabbing her purse and flinging it to the ground.
She began to sob more unrestrainedly than before. Barney slapped her several times across the face, then reached out and grabbed her by the head. He held on tightly, causing her to feel great pain. A tension headache surfaced and Mimi's head began to spin tensely.
"You're gonna suck my cock," he said. "You're gonna go down on me. You're gonna drop down to your knees. Drop down right now, if you know what's good for you, bitch."
Barney applied some more pressure, causing Mimi to conclude that she just had to do whatever he asked. She dropped limply down to her knees on the pavement.
"That's better," Barney said.
Barney quickly unzipped his trousers, pulling out his hard, determined cock.
"Move your fingers up and down my prick," he said. "I'm gonna show you how liberated you are, you little bitch. I'm gonna prove to you that you're not liberated at all. At least, not unless I tell you, you are. We're gonna do this strictly my way. It's all gonna be done my way. I'm all man and you're just a little bitch. You're gonna do exactly what I tell you to do. You understand?"
Ever so reluctantly and slowly, she nodded her head.
"That's better," Barney said. "Now finger my dick. Run your fingers up and down it."
He barked out his commands with the same confident air that he used with his troops. Barney smiled as he watched the now subservient blonde, still sobbing with confusion and fear, reach out with both hands and start to glide her trembling fingers up and down the lengthy surface of his enormous phallus.
"Come on, stroke my big dick," Barney said. "Just run your fingers up and down it. I like that. I like the way you're sliding your fingers over my rod. Ahhh, that's good."
Her fingers kept pumping sharply, manipulating against the full length of his hard, sturdy member. A few strokes later, Barney decided it was time to move into the sucking.
"Start eating out my balls," he gulped. "Suck them. I'll give you women's lib. Women's lib, my ass. You'll suck my cock. You'll suck my balls. You'll do anything I tell you. If you don't you're gonna get your goddamned head beat in."
Her tongue worked back and forth against Barney's balls. The quicker that she manipulated her tongue against his testicles, the greater the enthusiasm that he felt as his hot loins reacted to every quick, piercing tongue thrust. Barney knew that it wouldn't take that much longer before every drop of his hot, passionate cock spray would spill from the end of his enormous peter and into her mouth.
"Keep up the ball sucking," he said. "Grind with your tongue. Come on, let it sweep. Push it against my nuts. Ahhh, my nuts are on fire. I like that. I like the way you're stroking. Come on, stroke real nice. Keep your tongue moving. Keep it sliding against my balls."
A few minutes later, Barney could feel the tugging sensations so intensely that he knew he had to get off his juices. The time had arrived to direct his lover to his sturdy, flaming dick, which was ever so ready to expel its thick, white cock fluids inside of her mouth.
"Get busy," he said. "Drive your tongue against my dick. Come on, suck off. Suck it good and fast."
He held on tightly to her head, clutching even more sharply than before as Mimi began to move her tongue up and down the full length of his hard, assertive cock.
His legs trembled as her tongue worked more quickly than ever, grinding rapidly as it moved up and down his stiff, sturdy member. Barney was deriving double satisfaction from his cock, first of all, he was enjoying the pleasurable sensations that he was receiving from a beautiful woman, but, just as importantly if not mare so, he was taming a women's libber who had put him down in public.
"Just a few more strokes and I'll be there," he said. "You better catch every drop of this stuff. If I catch you doing anything like spitting out any of my fluid, you're gonna be in trouble. You're gonna get your damned head beat in. So just beware."
Barney grunted and gasped, his hips flinging back and forth as the hot drops of his thick, white cock fluid started to shoot from the end of his dick.
As the voluminous semen continued to spray inside of Mimi's mouth, she did her best to capture every drop. After all, she remembered only too vividly what Barney had said. If she gave him anything less than her very best, she knew that he would almost certainly beat her up.
That's doing it," Barney nodded. "You're catching the stuff. Pretty good job."
Only a few tiny droplets of his thick, piercing, white cream rolled off the side of her mouth. She was able to capture the rest of his juice, after which she removed her tongue from his penis.
"That's better," Barney said. "Now I've brought you down to earth where you belong. I don't want to hear anymore of this damned women's lib stuff. If I do, you're gonna get it."