Mandy was sitting on a bar stool searching for a man. She'd been coming to this seedy tavern for almost a month now, trolling for just the right guy. She knew that she shouldn't be here in the first place; after all, she had a wonderful life. She was a gorgeous girl, she was halfway through college, and she had been living with her rich boyfriend for two years now. Lenny was a nerd, to be sure, but he was loaded! He had a body most men envied, a big dick that most would kill for,
and
a sizable bank account. His endurance and attention to her pleasure in the bedroom were beyond anything most women could even dream.
Until lately. Mandy had been feeling dissatisfied by sex for nearly two months now. It wasn't Lenny's fault at all. He had still managed to wring reluctant orgasms from her up until two weeks ago, but Mandy was struggling. She was becoming desperate.
Lately she had been drawn in by a fantasy that she just couldn't escape. Though she loved Lenny, she was very much embarrassed to tell him she really wanted and needed to just be used. To be subjugated and demoralized in every single way. She wanted to be called a slut and a whore and have dirty words slung at her as she serviced her man, her master, anyway he way he wanted. Lenny wouldn't understand. He was much too kind and respectful of women to give her what she wanted.
Mandy knew that she should be happy with her life and the man that adored her, but she just couldn't control her urge. Her fantasies had her in a vice grip and simply would not release her to be satisfied. For months now she'd found herself sneaking off to look up BDSM porn after Lenny fell asleep to get her rocks off, whether she'd had an orgasm from Lenny or not. So now Mandy was determined to live out her fantasy for one night. Surely one night would be enough, maybe. And so ended up in this hole-in-the-wall bar again, waiting.
She was a bombshell tonight. She was a 5'8 beauty with DD tits, hourglass waist, curvaceous hips and ass, and dark hair and eyes that clashed with her pale milky skin. Mandy was dressed to kill in a tight black skirt that barely covered her ass, stiletto boots that ended right below her knee, and a skin-tight dark red tee that ended three inches above the top of her skirt and had a severely plunging neckline. She looked like what she was: a slut begging to be used.
Nevertheless, Mandy was having a hard time getting the right man. A month after she had started her search, she still hadn't found the right person. She'd had plenty of offers, of course, but from soft, gentle men who wanted a night of love and passion from a woman, not to virtually rape the willing.
So, for the fourth Friday in a row, she sat at the bar when her boyfriend thought that she was out clubbing with the girls.
At least, that was what she told him.
All her carefully laid plans suddenly went to hell as she saw Lenny walk through the door and scan the room. He was dressed in sweats and a tank, his usual clothes that he wore around the house after work. When his eyes fell on her they narrowed in anger, and Mandy fought not to get up and leave in order to avoid the confrontation she knew was coming.
As he marched up to her, she started thinking out excuses to explain why she was here by herself in a seedy bar instead of dancing at a trendy nightclub with the girls.
When Lenny had finally made it to her, she quickly realized her nerdy, sweet, calm and collected boyfriend had vanished as he roughly grabbed her arm and half-pulled her off her perch against his chest. "What the fuck are you doing Mandy?" he spat through gritted teeth.
"Lenny, calm down. Kelly wanted to check the place out before we went to the club, but something she ate earlier didn't agree with her and the other girls took her home. I had ordered a drink and wanted to finish it, so they said they'd be back to pick me upβ" She went silent as he shook her roughly, and she shut up.
The color in Lenny's face was rising as his anger increased. "That's a goddamn lie. You know it, and I fucking know it. You know how I know, you lying bitch?" His grip tightened and he pulled her even closer, his face a mere two inches from hers.
Damn, he is really riled up,
Mandy thought. She could practically
feel
the heat of his rage beating against her skin.
"I decided to go out for dinner, Mandy," his voice softened to a dangerous pitch, a mocking story-telling tone taking over. "And who should I run into at Max's, but your little friends, Brenda and Ronnie. They seemed a little dressed down compared to you when you left this evening, but I thought that maybe your plans had changed. So I asked them where you were." His hand on her arm tightened even further, and she had to fight down a mewl of pain. "They said they hadn't seen you
in over six weeks
. So I don't know what the hell you've been doing the past four, but it is ending. Now. Tonight. Now go get your skanky ass into my car, while I settle your bill with the bartender." Lenny released her and she almost fell, he had almost pulled her off the stool with his grip.
"But my car is around the cornerβ" she started after regaining her balance.
"I don't think I fucking asked about your car, bitch," he almost yelled in her face. "I said to get into my goddamn car, and you better be sitting in it before I fucking leave the front door of this establishment." He spun around to hail the bartender, and Mandy scuttled out of the building as fast as her stilettos would carry her.
She only had a moment of indecision as to what car to go to, and she quickly chose Lenny's, which sat directly in front of her, parked haphazardly in the no-parking zone in front of the tavern. Mandy ran to it, relieved to find the doors unlocked. She let herself into the passenger seat, the sedan door shutting softly behind her. She only had a moment to realize she was crying as her livid boyfriend emerged from the bar. His angry strides reaching the driver's side too quickly for her liking.
Why the hell did I get into his car?
Mandy thought as Lenny slammed the door of the car and violently jammed the keys into the ignition, twisting viciously.