Tina never compromised on firearms safety when she was supervising the range.  She’d seen it all.  And she‘d always given an offender the chance to accept correction, learn something and move on with their pride intact. Mostly intact, anyway. But sometimes, like THIS time, an example had to be made.

“Sir.  Sir, your date needs inner ears.”  The jackass Was pretending not to hear Tina, but his failed attempt to conceal a smirk was an easy tell. tina had seen this move before. The douche bag gave his gun novice date a 22 with maximum recoil while he shot a light-weight 9mm revolver. She was wearing outer headphones but should also have inner foam earplugs. Between the force of the recoil and the huge “boom,” she’d likely piss herself and drop her Gloc giving him a chance to act like a bad ass big strong gun guru.

Believe it or not, this was foreplay for some brain dead bitches.  And this bitch was lapping it up like she’d be lapping his…

”Come on Sir.  She HAS to have inner ears.”

This time, the asshat‘s arm candy got annoyed and stepped In front of her dude and gestured over at Tina giving her best “do something about that cunt”’sign language. Tine grinned. Not because she was being called a cunt (in imaginary sign language) but because that stupid slut stepped across the firing line while the line was still live. THAT, is a capitol offense, and Tina was going to toss them both off the range. Even the douche bag seemed to understand how bad his chick had fucked up.  He sighed heavily with his entire body and address Tina.

”Sorry. I’m sorry. We’re sorry. Look.  Come on. She’s new.”

”No shit she’s new.  She crossed the firing line.  Pack up your stuff and go,”. The happy couple stood there unsure what was going on having never faced a consequence in their sheltered lives.  “Get the fuck out now.  Please.”  Tina smiled like a Hooters waitress working a tip from a table of ex high school football champs 30 years after the state title game.

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Tina “escorted” the live birds through the range store out to the parking lot. They were’t bitching but they also weren’t happy about it. Tina was quickly deciding between final insults she could make at the door when she was overcome with the strangest feeling. Tinas shoulders suddenly felt like she was carrying 300pounds. Her quick gate slowed as though she wee walking through deep snow. Tina froze in the middle of the shop. Her eyes scanned back and forth.  She saw no one but the couple now leaving the store. But someone else was there. Out of her view. And Tina knew she was

being stalked.

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Mia had been driving through Kentucky for hours. Who knew such a small state took so long to drive though from the West to the East.  Mia had driven through hills and fields, past farms. And horse pastures. Kentucky was pretty but boring as fuck. Mia only stopped at the gun shop that she thought was a convenient store out of a total caffeine emergency. But the stop turned out to be a total stroke of luck. Mia was counting out her pocket of change to buy a Mountain Dew when she spotted something interesting, at last.

“That all you need Miss?”  The clerk meant the drink. But Mia was watching a bad ass chick‘s legs practically turn to rubber just from her gaze.

The girl was taller than Mia but almost everyone was. She was petite but didn’t look fragile. Nice shoulders. Great ass.  She dressed like GI Joe. But that wouldn’t be an issue long term. Mia could tell that she was going to own that slut. Mia watched closely. The girl was frozen in place. My god she’d never seen a submissive fall apart so completely just from sensing her presence.  This was going to be awesome.  And Mia decided not to wait another second.

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Tina‘s head was cloudy. She was panting for no reason. She needed air.  She forced herself to move. Trudging forward, Tina lurched for the door handle but was a little short and missed it. Tina was falling forward, her eyes pivoted down to the ground in time to see where she expected to plant her face. However, her crash was interrupted by an arm catching her under the waist.  Tina felt like a small animal in a trap and had no idea wby.  

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”  Tina stammered, standing back upright.  The still unseen female helped her regain her balance.  

“Outside. Quickly.”  Mia whispered. Tina reacted but not quickly enough. Mia grabbed her hand and led her outside. Tina races after the whisp of a girl in front of her.

“Yes, ma’am.”  Tina felt stupid and vulnerable.  “What the fuck is going on.”  Tina was shocked as she inadvertently vocalized her thoughts.   Mia giggled.  

“Don’t cuss pretty girl. It’s a fucking ugly habit.”  Tina was trapped by Mia’s presence.  She’s turned to stone. “You should breathe Tina.”  Tina inhaled deeply.  Mia looked up and down Tina again.  “You called me ma’am.  Why did you on that, sexy pants?”

”I don’t know.”  

“Don’t you?”  Mia locked her eyes on Tinas and Tina immediately looked away. ”Maybe not.  Come with me.  I’ll tell you why.”  Mia gestures toward her car.  Tina was waiting for permission.  “Get in pet.”

Tinas submissive hear was a-flutter. “Of course Ma’am.”  Tina was barely holding it together as she walked with a purpose to Mistress Mia’s ride.  

(To be continued.)