Free Beyond Definition by Jenni Wilder

grabbed my hand, licked the back of it, and sprinkled salt on it. She held my hand up to her mouth and eyed one of the several men who had formed a circle around us. Her tongue flicked out and she sensually licked the salt off me before downing her shot and biting down on the lime. She always loved some mild girl-on-girl action to get attention from men.
    “We can do better than that, can’t we, boys?” I placed my hands on Kammy’s hips and licked the side of her neck as she tipped her head back. I held my hand out, and a saltshaker appeared. I applied the salt to her neck, winked at the man closest to me, and began licking the salt off my friend. I could hear the men around me groan, and I pulled away and tossed back my shot. I swallowed it and looked around for my lime, only to discover Kammy had it in her mouth. Naughty girl.
    I smiled at her and kissed her around the lime. Everyone in the surrounding area of the bar exploded with cheers. I bit down on the lime, pulled it out of Kammy’s mouth, and spit it on the floor, only to return to her mouth for a proper kiss. We kissed deep and hard, making it as sexy as possible for the crowd.
    When we broke the kiss, I smiled at her before turning to see every guy in our general area watching us. I giggled at the attention, loving it, when hands grabbed my hips from behind. I turned to see it was the old man from earlier.
    “Hey, I’m supposed to buy your drinks, kitten,” he said into my ear. I flinched away from his close contact and turned to step out of his grasp.
    “Oh, that’s okay. You can buy the next round.” Hey, I wasn’t going to pass up free alcohol.
    “You still owe me from the last drink,” he said and reached for me.
    I scampered back out of his reach and held up my hand. “All right, bossy,” I teased, hoping it would soothe his wounded ego. “One dance!”
    “Fuck dancing,” he said, stepping forward again.
    I stepped backward again, bumping into the wall. Shit! I hadn’t realized we had moved so far away from the bar. The wall was to my back, and there was a railing to my right. He had me trapped in a dark section of the club, and I couldn’t see Kammy anywhere. Everyone else had their backs to us, paying more attention to the dance floor or the bar to notice us.
    The man moved closer, and I tried to skitter away, but he trapped me with his hips and legs. I couldn’t even move to knee him in the balls.
    “You’ve been begging for someone to fuck you against the wall since you walked in, and I’m going to be the one to do it.”
    Shit! Shit! Shit! I was trapped! I tried to push him off me, but he grabbed my hands and held both of them in one of his behind my back.
    I tried to scream but he covered my mouth with his, dulling the sound. He shoved his tongue down my throat, and I gagged. He tasted like tobacco and copper.
    I tried to bite down, but he was too quick. He pulled his mouth away from mine and used his free hand to pull the fabric of my dress to the side, exposing my breasts.
    “GET OFF ME!” I screamed, but there was no one around that cared.
    Panic and adrenaline rose up inside me, burning through my alcoholic daze, and I fought harder against him.
    I tried to scream for help, but he covered my mouth with his hand, and licked at my exposed breasts.
    I frantically looked around for security, or Kammy, or anyone who would care that I was about to be raped in the corner of a crowded room. But there was no one.
    The man moved his hand away from my mouth and started unbuttoning his jeans. He moved his hips away from me long enough to pull his needle dick out of his pants, and I saw my chance.
    I brought my knee up as fast and hard as I could and made contact. His eye bugged out in pain a split second before a fist came from behind and clocked him in the side of the head.
    The man went down on his back, and Bo jumped on top of him, repeatedly pummeling the man’s face with his fist. Blood spattered everywhere, but Bo didn’t