"Who do you think you're looking at, bastard?" he growls, his hefty arms pushing Kaiji chest first into the table he was sitting at, drinks spilling everywhere. Kaiji tries to stand, but those damn heels wobble and he has to cling to the table for support, his chest soaked with alcohol and chilled by ice. The man behind him takes advantage of his vulnerable position and brings his hand down hard on Kaiji's upraised ass, causing him to cry out in pain. He was already sore, now he's not sure he'll be able to stand again. But the man hits him again, and again, and again, until he's whimpering wih his cheek against the table.
"What a stupid slut, and now you've ruined our drinks," he hears behind him, followed by the sound of a zipper. He feels the tightness of his bodysuit being pulled away from his ass, leaving him exposed besides his loosely knit fishnet stockings. Large fingers rip a hole in those, taking away any protection he had.