Yakuza Table Slam Gif Novels & Stories

"I said, 'Who are you?'" Solan inquired once again. Due to the fact that she was with me, I could already see that she was being quite patient. If it had been one of those days when she was on her own, I'm sure she'd already flipped this tavern upside down. The scarred man laughed. He slapped his palm on the table in front of him as an aura flowed through his right hand. Baam! Instantaneously, the table was shattered, and the food was all thrown to the floor.

“Eat your damn food! It’s been a day!”, Luca barks, slamming his fist on the large oak table. The cutlery on the table fly into the air and rains back onto the table. I remain unfazed, though deep down, the dent his fist leaves on the shiny surface of the table sends shivers down my spine. I clear my throat, fidgeting with the hem of my dress under the table His fiery red eyes staring into my being makes me jittery but I’m also determined to stand my ground.

He let go of Evelyn and poured whiskey into a glass and placed it in Evelyn’s hands. “Did she also slap you?” Evelyn nodded, wondering what the glass was for. “Ok… splash it on her and slap her ten times.” “What? Damian, no..” Sasha tried to step away but Damian raised his hand and his bodyguards walked forward and held Sasha in place. Confidence welled up in Evelyn. She splashed the whiskey on Sasha’s face and slapped her but the slap wasn’t that strong. “I said ten slaps kitten. And don’t go easy on her otherwise I’ll tell Mike to do it and he’s very powerful.”

Jenny stormed into the restaurant, pushing the door open and slamming it close loudly. Her actions caused the guys sitting together in a close knitted circle at the table, some drinking and some smoking, to look at her. She paused, glaring angrily at them at first, but then, she walked towards them and slammed her fist against the table with a loud smack that could make even the bravest person flinch but not one of the men moved. They simply stared at her with stoic looks on their faces.

he declared, his voice resonating with a mix of confidence and anticipation. Georgina found herself entranced by the scene unfolding before her. It was her first encounter with the game of Poker, and she couldn't help but be captivated by the meticulous arrangement of the table. The dealer expertly positioned the cards, ensuring every detail was in place. A small sign caught her eye, bearing the words "Table minimum bet: five thousand euros." It was a stark reminder of the high stakes involved in this game.

His tone grew even more arrogant. Smack! However, the next moment, Renault swung his hand and landed a resounding slap. The tremendous force sent Deacon flying, and he crashed into a nearby table. The loud smash clearly echoed of ridicule.

The anticipation from the crowd and most especially, Slave, was palpable. I took a large flat paddle and stepped closer to Slave. I meandered around her, slapping the paddles against my hand. Then I moved back around to her beautifully spread legs. With no warning, I smacked her ass, hard. Slave, squealed. I let the sound ring out and then I continued. Slave continued to make pain noises as I turned her ass red. When I felt she had enough, I went back to the table and retrieved another device that I shoved into my pocket for a moment. I swung her around, so the crowd could see her reddened ass and pretty pink cunt.

He motioned at his bodyguard, he held it immediately. She put her feet out of her heels and rushed at the glass table which was hardly three feet high. Raffaele stood near it, stumbling, watching his friends getting beaten up in awe. She lifted her one foot up to the table, giving a lift to her body like a jump in the air. Pressing her thumb between four fingers. She punched him in the face. Raffaele's face contorted in pain and he grasped his nose as it began to bleed.

She— My mind ceased from visualizing presumptions when a loud bang echoed all over the serene ambiance of the room. Like something was hit by another thing. Affirmative. Ruka's left hand was forming a fist and by the looks of it, she just punched the wooden table. I can see the tiny crack she made. Like what? Is she normal? The others stopped eating. Ruka's face hardened even more, totally disregarding the pairs of eyes set on her. Honestly, her movements perturbed me that I instantly went closer to Yamiko.

Gabe asked, his face contorted with worry. Wiping my eyes, I scanned the room. Kenmei, Hiro, Heathcliff, Dorian, and Gabe stared at me with a mixture of apprehension and worry. Standing, my chair shot out and knocked to the floor. "What's going on?" I don't know why, but I focused all of my anger on Kenmei. "Some psycho bit me," I screamed, slamming my hands on the table. It shattered right down the middle. The guys stood as the table leaned toward them, and the white cups slid to the floor.