While bartending, I've overheard women talking about ballbusting many times.

Over the past few years, I've spent a decent amount of time on both sides of bars. I was surprised how often I would overhear women talking about busting guys, or threatening to do so. Maybe it was the alcohol removing inhibitions. These are true stories, and most are mild but some are ridiculous.

**Coworkers**

Women I worked with sometimes talking about ballbusting. Not often, but it did happen.

One day a shift was starting and people were shuffling in their positions. A cute latina showed up very late and she was flustered. She had a bit of acne but she had long curly brown hair, huge tits, and was the sweetest girl ever and had sexy librarian glasses. She was telling everyone that she was late because there was a car accident that held her up. She went on to explain how a guy on a motorcycle got rear-ended by a bus and was smashed up against a car in front of him. "That's not even the worst part" she looked at me at this point. "He was pinned between the bus and car below the waist. I found out from the EMT that it actually crushed both of his testicles! Can you believe that? I saw the whole thing, it all happened so slowly but he was screaming in pain. They must have immediately popped." She asked me "Can you imagine? Riding a motorcycle and all of a sudden you get hit and pop both of your testicles? Ohhh that would be so painful I feel so bad for the guy. He's not gonna be able to have children."

She seemed genuinely concerned, but I really wished she didn't talk so much about the testicle crushing part, I was getting sympathy pains lol. I was the only guy in the group she was telling the story to, of course she and the other girls all turned to me during that part to see my reaction.

A different day, there was a really interesting conversation between that same cute latina and another girl. They were both waitresses, the other girl was a beautiful black girl that wore her clothes tighter than everyone else to show off her figure. We wore buttondown shirts and her huge tits were always popping buttons and she didn't at all care when it happened. She was a stripper part time and she looked the part.

It all started when a regular couple that was sitting at the bar left. Latina-braian commented on how the wife would just order the man around and he would always listen obediently. "I hope I have a submissive husband one day!" she joked. That's when sexy stripper laughed and said something that I'll never forget. I wasn't even in the conversation, I was more so just around them, but she turned so she was directly in front of me and looked me in the eyes and said "Yea! If I had a submissive husband, I would beat him up! Like *Hya Hya* ***HYAAA!"*** As she made each noise, she proceeded act out 3 hits; she punched her right fist to my groin, then her left fist, until finally looking away from my eyes and looked down at my crotch and sent up a knee right up in front of me, before bringing her eyes back up to meet mine and burst out laughing. I may have flinched. It came out of nowhere and I was pretty embarrassed, listening to her talk about beating up a submissive guy by the balls and acting it out in front of me. Latinabraian laughed hard too and said "Yea! Same girl, like *Gimmie some money,* ***hiyyYAHH!****"* and she proceeded to send up a kick to her imaginary husbands nutsack. I just awkwardly laughed while trying to not act like I was getting aroused at work. The convo then changed.

**The hot mom**

Hot mom was a very fit, beautiful young black mother. We were good friends and I was always impressed because every shift her hair and makeup were fantastically done (but not overdone) and it clearly took a lot of work. I don't know how she was able take care of two toddlers AND do her edges at the same time. But I digress.

One time another bartender from a few bars over was in and telling everyone about a bad experience that involved a local creepy shopkeeper that exposed his dick to her. Hot mom was furious and said to the girl "I don't know how you just left. If that happened to me, I woulda kicked him..." she paused and looked at me for a second before finishing her sentence "...right in his shit" while all the other girls nodded in agreement. I don't know why she paused like that and looked at me. Maybe she was choosing her words. But I took notice of this.

Some late night later, it was just me and hot mom behind the bar. There was a homeless guy outside yelling and causing a commotion. I decided to throw her an underhand pitch, so to speak, and she hit it outta the park.

"Hot mom, would you protect me if he came in and gave us trouble?" I jokingly asked her. She smiled and grin-laughed before saying "Don't worry, I'd kick his fucking ass, AND his ballsss." I bet she would have. She soon started a different job and I missed her.

**The hot hostess**

The hot hostess was my "work wife". She was really hot and very flirty. She looked like a model and always wore either short skirts and heels, or tight jeans and a blouse that showed her overflowing cleavage, red lipstick. Monica was her name, another beautiful black single mom (this is a theme for me you'll notice). One time after the place closed, Monica got some pizza and we were eating it upstairs where noone else was around. I stole a few kisses while out on the balcony, it was great. She was cold so we went inside. On the way in, she jumped up onto my back and wrapped her hands and legs around me and I carried her inside. She started slipping a bit and soon her heels were resting right over my nuts. I told her to be careful with her feet. She took a moment and realized what I meant and that made her giggle.

"Don't worry boo, I won't hurt you. Because if I did..." she said this next part in an almost sing-songy, cute way "First you'll go downnnn, then you'll drop meeeee, then you'll be......injureeeed, and I'll laugh at youuuuuu, and you'll be mad at meeee, and we don't want that." All while she's saying this, she was slipping further off my back until it was just her hands holding onto my neck. She yelled out and said to stop moving so she could pull herself up. Monica proceeded to swing her feet out in front and pull them in together and use that part of me to sort of push off of to leverage herself up my back. Unfortunately, the spot her feet found was the area we were talking about, and she basically crushed the shit out of my nuts as she pushed herself up. I don't know if it was intentional but I grunted as I bent over and tried to grab myself and she started giggling softly. I said told her I think I needed a break and let her down. She said sure thing while she skipped away giggling.

At the end of the night I walked Monica to her car. She had a soda cup with her and she set it on top of her car while she fumbled for her keys in her purse. After she got in her car she left the soda there and I told her "Hey don't forget your cup." For some reason she answered in an almost annoyed voice as she reached for her soda "Hmmmm, how about next time I see you, you don't forget YOUR cup." I had no idea what she meant and asked her what she was talking about. "....You know, your cup....to protect your......" she explained when she suddenly backhanded me lightly in the nuts with a smile. I flinched and grabbed them and stepped back. She giggled and said goodbye and closed her car door and blew me a kiss and drove off.

I don't have more stories about her because she soon ended up quitting. Though before she quit, she texted me during a shift when I was working and she wasn't. She said I better not be talking to any girls without her around. I responded that talking to girls was my job and she said back an angry emoji with the words "if you're not a good boy, next time I see you, ima smack you....in your....guy place. So be good Sargent\_Salami....". She never did smack me but we went on a final date together but it was awkward because she was bipolar or something and was acting like a different person. She was a little too crazy for me and I lost her number.

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Lets end the post here, but look out for part 2 soon. I've got more stories of coworkers, other bartenders, and customers talking about hitting guys in the balls.

Comment below if you've had any similar experiences.