Justin had a nice life, by most standards. A detached home with a garage and a pool, a nice enough car and a beautiful fiancée. His job selling cars was pretty cushy too, no manual labour, just bullshitting people for hours on end and getting paid for it. He'd been a relatively confident guy for most of his life, popular with the girls throughout school and rather handsome. Tall, with swept back black hair with little sign of balding any time soon, well built but not overly huge -- he had it all. His fiancée Lisa was quite the catch too, blonde and skinny with a good sized bust and an insatiable sexual appetite. She was a good cook, always giving Justin and their Labrador puppy freshly made treats.
His phone vibrated on his bedside table and started chirping out a gentle alarm. Rolling over to his side he turned it off and groaned, slinking out of bed and throwing on a gown. Lisa followed suit, dropping into the bathroom as he made his way downstairs. The coffee pot was just finishing its brew and Justin prepared two mugs, a red mug with the logo of his dealership on one and one shaped like a pumpkin for Lisa. Two cream, one sugar for her, and black for him.
She made her way down and kissed him on the cheek. She was much shorter than him, something he'd always enjoyed; it made her a lot easier to throw around in bed. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her in closer for another kiss with deeper passion. She started walking off with a smile, but Justin couldn't resist giving that supple ass a smack. She glanced back with a grin as she grabbed a few slices of bread and slipped them into the toaster.
It wasn't long before they were both off to work. She always left a few minutes before him -- she had a little further to go to get to her job at the national park. He saw her off, watching as she walked away in her little skirt and spaghetti top along with her favourite leather boots. She'd had them for years and they'd been everywhere with her, camping, festivals and concerts, and of course work every day.
He locked the door behind him and gave the dog a chunky bone to keep him busy. He'd be back to check on him for lunch, but he'd have to look after himself in the meantime. He pulled out and drove along the highway as usual, but was joined by an Audi tailgating him and honking their horn as they encroached beyond a reasonable stopping distance. He stared through the rear view mirror to see what kind of asshole was late for work already straight into the eyes of a colleague of his. Jack.
Ever since he started at that job, Jack had been trying his best to get on his nerves. Maybe he felt insecure in his own life and had to bring down others, Justin reasoned, but nonetheless he was as unabashedly pleasant as a root canal. Somehow, he had friends who hung around him -- the usual type of pathetic villainous sidekicks that have no real personality of their own and seek popularity by proximity to those who exert power.
The whole drive to work Jack sat right behind him with a stupid grin on his face, getting as close as he could without bumping the front end of his Audi into Justin's car. He could already feel it was going to be one of those days; the type best immediately forgotten with a liberal application of alcohol. When he pulled up into the car park, Jack was right there beside him.
"You couldn't go any faster?" He joked, slamming the door as he exited his vehicle. "I know they're paying you enough for a better car, or are you a grandma already?"
Justin chose to ignore it. He'd already spoken to HR about the guy, but they'd decided not to take any further action. He sucked up to the higher-ups and seemed to have absolute immunity from any sort of repercussions. He managed to scoot inside quickly and take his place at his desk before Jack managed to bother him anymore and set about getting to work. He'd barely logged into his terminal before Jack and his cronies hung about outside his cubicle with Styrofoam coffee cups clutched between their fingers.
"Yo, Justin. You hear about Clint leaving?" He began. Justin wasn't in the mood to entertain Jack, there were contracts to be written up before customers started arriving. "Hey!" He shouted louder at Justin ignoring him. He stomped his way into Justin's cubicle and leaned over his chair. "I said-"
"Yes, Jack, I've heard that there's going to be an opportunity for promotion." He swung his chair around. He already knew what shit would be about to dribble from his lips before he even opened his mouth to talk again.
"Don't even bother going for it. It's mine." He smirked. If Jack was his boss, Justin had decided he'd just quit. There was no way in hell he was going to put up with that. "There's a bet going around on who'll get it. Hey, you can make some money to put towards a new car if you bet on me." His friends laughed in synchronisation, as if Jack had trained them to laugh on cue.
"Yeah, I'm not going to do that. I'd rather drink paint than work under you. I'm going to get that promotion and you can suck it."
Jack waved his free hand in mock fear. "Ooh no, scary." He turned to his friends. "How about we do another bet? Five hundred bucks says I can fuck his girlfriend."
"Fiancée." Justin corrected him. "Real mature, Jack. Five hundred says I can sleep with your mother." Justin returned the shit-eating grin on Jack's face. He didn't expect him to actually retort back.
"Five hundred guys. Give me a month and I'll be smashing that." They seemed to agree and even shook on it. Justin wondered if they even had work to do, or if bothering him was what they got paid for.
"Look, unlike you guys, I'm trying to get shit done. Would you kindly piss off?" Jack and his friends laughed together at this. Suddenly, Jack lurched forwards and dropped his coffee right onto Justin's shirt.
"Oops!" He said with sarcasm so heavy it could have crushed him. Still hot, it burned his skin as well as staining his shirt.
"What the FUCK?!" Justin exclaimed, standing up ready to punch him right in the throat.
The few customers they had that early in the morning, other members of staff and of course their manager heard the commotion, all staring right in his direction. Jack's face scrunched up as he sneered at Justin. "Accidents happen. I have work to do, so you have a good day, alright?"
And so off they went. Justin could've sworn he heard them muttering 'loser' as they walked off to their respective workstations. He got chewed out by his boss for the coffee stain and when he explained it was deliberate, his manager didn't even believe him. He got chewed out even harder for swearing so loudly on the floor in front of customers. This wasn't helping his chances of promotion. Jack's torture hadn't been anywhere near that bad before -- the promotion was enhancing his douchebaggery to unforetold levels as he took every opportunity to sabotage Justin's prospects.
Clint's leaving party soon rolled around and everybody had been invited, including plus ones. Lisa joined Justin that night in a pretty mauve dress that clung to her every curve. Even in the dress she still wore her favourite boots, but she looked incredible. They'd decided on a club for Clint's party, not Justin's usual go to but it was implied that there'd be heavy drinking going on. After the last month with Jack, he needed a release. The results of the promotion would be revealed soon enough and tensions were high between the two of them.
Justin sat at a booth table supping away at his beer and Lisa had gone to the bathroom to clear out what she'd already drank. He tapped away at his phone while he waited for her to return, thinking about getting another drink for the both of them. It seemed like an age had passed and Justin was starting to get worried, she never usually took this long. He put his phone down onto the mildly sticky table and scanned through the flashing lights amid the darkness to try and locate his fiancée.
He recognised a lot of faces from his work and saw a lot of random people who were just there for a good time, but no sign of Lisa. He checked around the bar in case she'd had the same idea as he had, but nothing. He eyed the entrance to the bathrooms, right near the dance floor and he caught a glimpse of her head bobbing in and out of the crowd. She was dancing -- she seemed to be staring at somebody. He squinted into the darkness to find that she was dancing with none other than Jack.
He couldn't believe it -- his stomach churned with a sickening feeling. He stared unblinking as his face soured. Should he go and stop them, or just wait it out? Does she even know who that is? He couldn't think straight. Not wanting to ruin Clint's leaving party with tainted drama, he figured he'd just wait it out and find out what happens.
He waited until the song had finished, and followed Jack and Lisa as they went over to the bar together. She was laughing, but Justin had never found him funny before. Soon after, Jack came over to their table and Lisa sat back down.
"Hey, I got you something." He said, dropping down a fresh drink. It seemed that he'd bought a drink for Lisa too, but Justin never expected he'd get him one. Ever. He started to reconsider their rivalry, and if he truly was as bad as he thought. Taking everything into consideration, he grew suspicious. He'd thought the second bet that he'd made regarding Lisa was little more than a joke, but a jealous rage began to brew within him.
Steadily he supped away at his drink while Jack hung around their table like a bad rash, chatting away to Lisa and sharing tales of customers at work. He'd made it half way through the beer until he realised it was hitting him a lot harder than it should. He was having trouble focusing, increasingly losing control of his body. His stare grew vacant, and the world around him dissolved into a dream.
By the time Lisa noticed his vacant stare and relaxed slump in the seat it was too late. The drugs Jack had secretly slipped into his drink had taken effect, but to her it just seemed like he'd had far too much. "Maybe he was having shots while you were gone?" Jack suggested.
Fearing the worst, Lisa decided to take him home. Jack, being 'a good friend of his at work' as he told her, decided to play the good guy card and go with them to make sure he was alright -- he even drove them back. Jack grabbed Justin by the shoulders while Lisa carried his legs and they hauled his body all the way upstairs. He seemed rather pliable, agreeing with everything they were saying, drinking the water he was given and smiling vacantly.
"Hellooo?" Jack said, waving his hands in front of Justin's face as he lay comatose on the bed. "The lights are definitely on, but nobody's home. He probably just needs to sleep this one off." He added.
"He'll be fine." She said, a little embarrassed by this. She moved in closer to Jack and put a hand on his chest. "... Thank for you looking after him." Jack wrapped his arms around her and she leaned into his shoulder. He stared over her to watch Justin on the bed, who stared with a loose smile on his lips.
"What do you say we play a little prank on him?" Jack proposed.
"What do you have in mind?" Lisa replied curiously. He shot her a grin and told her to wait there before dropping off to his car to collect something. When he returned he proudly held aloft a small metal cage.
"Know what this is?" He asked, almost proudly. Lisa shook her head. "Pull his pants down." She complied, undoing the button at the top of his jeans and exposing his flacid dick. It was a lot smaller than Jack had imagined it to be. He opened the device and clipped it into place, locking it with a small padlock. He didn't, however, give Lisa the key. She was too busy examining the device to notice.
