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</div>The bar was crowded, this particular Friday evening. The music was loud and the dance floor was heaving as the lights flashed and changed colours, the blacklight giving Nancy Armitage the occasional view of someone's panties and bra through their outer clothes. Her own underwear were pre-tested not to fluoresce under UV, and anyway her skirt and top were heavy enough not to allow the light through. Nan wasn't dancing anyway. She wasn't here to party, she was here to work. Standing at 191 cm tall (or 6'3" in Old Money, as her parents used to call it) and weighing in at 84 kilos, she stood head and shoulders above the room full of students, in town for their first night of freedom (for the freshmen) or their last night of freedom (for everyone else). Freshers' week was over, and on Mondey the kids would get down to the serious business of learning.<br/><br/>Nancy had blown her chance at a decent education, but her army pension stood her in good stead, and she topped it up working as a bouncer at one of the town's less notorious nightclubs. The money was good, the drinks were free as long as she only had a couple, and with Lenny and Benny on the doors, she was able to scan the crowd looking for a possible score, rather than just keeping an eye out for trouble.<br/><br/>Of course trouble did happen. The two big guys outside did have to take the occasional break, and while they did their best, they couldn't always spot the undesirables. Nan spotted one that got through, partly because he was almost as tall as her, but mostly because he was trying to get in between two of the regular girls who were happily dancing together in a way that, if she hadn't been working, Nan would have found quite interesting to watch! The guy's attentions didn't impress the girls, and they tried ignoring him, but he became insistent. That would be alcohol talking, no doubt. Nan nodded to Rita, her partner on this shift. The other inside bouncer had seen the trouble too and nodded back. The two of them advanced from opposite sides of the room, the dancers parting before them both like the Red Sea before Moses.<br/><br/>The two student girls were clearly fed up with the guy and trying to get off the dance floor, and he was following them, until suddenly he found himself standing between the two female bouncers. He stopped as Nan and Rita both blocked his path, and looked up with a charming grin that, if the bar had been full of heterosexual women, might well have won him the prize he was after. "Can I help you ladies?" He yelled over the music.<br/><br/>Nan tapped the badge on her chest that read "Security". "You need to leave, please sir." Her voice wasn't loud, wasn't a shout, but somehow it carried over the almost physical waves of sound that passed for music. It was the voice of a non-commissioned officer in the British Army, honed to carry to troops in combat.<br/><br/>"Aww, why? The party's just gettin' started. Maybe the three of us could... WOAH!"<br/><br/>With just a look between them the two women hoisted the young man off the floor by his arms, securing both so that he was unable to fight. "We asked you nicely, sir. Now we're insisting." Rita told him with a smirk. They carried him to the door and, as tradition demanded, threw him bodily out through it. Nan pulled a small digital camera out of a pocket in her skirt and took his picture, that would be added to the "banned wall" in the security office. Dusting their hands  in an equally traditional gesture, the two female bouncers turned and went back inside, leaving the ejected young man to the scorn of those still trying to get in.<br/><br/>As the doors swung closed behind her, Nan heard Benny call out, "Room for one more..."<br/><br/>She made her way back to her position by the bar, scanning the room for any sign of trouble. And that was when the short-ish, extremely curvy brunette with the blonde highlights caught her eye...<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="2070" data-username="@Bekki" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2070/">@Bekki</a>