this is my entry for 's March theme.

<short story>

I've really put myself in a nasty mess. I should have known better...

when I hooked that hot chick down East street, I was sure she was one of these sluts I usually raise using 2 to 3 of my "sure hit" lines, and my macho behaviour.
I'm the bad guy kind of motherfucker, leather boots and jacket, gnarly mullet, 90% of the time taking care of my 'Easy rider' harley chopper.

I really should have known better...

She told me to meet her at the 'iron bar' pub, she'd be waiting for me with her best friends, she absolutely wanted me to introduce them to me she said, they were also hot on guys like me, she said.
Sure I didn't imagine what she was refering to... even the pub name fooled me, I thought that her friends had to be very hot to meet in a place that held such a evocative name... I couldn't wait to show them my own 'iron bar'.
When I parked in front of the place late in the evening, hard rock music and extatic women shouts were flowing out of the club. Adopting my malest composure, I pushed the door.

I really should have known better...

The inside was even darker than the bright night I just left, except for a table that was placed under the spot lights. Wherever I looked, I could only see hot chicks, not a single male around. Most of them where gathered around the table yelling, all so excited they were ripe for the taking. 'A piece of Paradise fallen on Earth' I thought to myself.

I really should have known better...

I did my best to have my stentor voice to boom across the place 'Hey girls, I...' the door slammed behind me. Two big girls, the biggest I've ever seen in my life, bigger than me (and I'm the muscular type), walked to me with evilish smiles. They turned me around and showed me a table where my 'date' was sitting. 'Hey bugger, we were waitin' for ya. I see you've meet 2 of my girlfriends. I have my three other friends warming up for you at the Big Table.

And now I'm really deep in shit. The girls told me I would have to beat at least one of them in the ongoing armwrestling competition if I wanted to get out with my balls still safe in my trousers. If I couldn't win, they told me I could come back tomorrow to retrieve them from the garbage bin when they would be taken out. Looking into the eyes of those girls, I could really see they were not joking.

It's the 3rd and last bout I was entitled to enter. The first 2 ended out very quickly on a defeat. The last girl I have to fight is the youngest, the other two told me she was also the weakest that takes regular beatings from them. I have put everything I had, but I simply couldn't move her arm an inch. Then, looking tenderly at me, she began to bring my arm down, not even breaking a sweat. In a few seconds, my arm will hit the wood.

I really should have known better...