Trust me when I say that this was never what I expected. Surely I was mistaken. I mean, I knew Martin let his wife Sophie have her club time by herself. I knew he wasn't a clubber and I was pretty certain I knew that he thought she was out at a gay club with her two gay friends. From what I knew now that was not the case.
She had come to the one club I visit when I need to get laid and don't feel like finding a relationship or a headache. I think most girls who attended were in the same category of hunters. I had been wondering if my friend and his wife even had sex. I don't want to mention specifics, but she seemed like the girl who needed to be fucked hard and I wasn't sure if he was giving it to her.
I pushed that thought from my head, chalking it up to half baked theory. They were a match made in heaven. They did so much together but at the same time led separate but often intertwining lives. I wanted their level of commitment, honest and warm, committed and free.
I kept my distance from Sophie for a good portion of the night, though my eyes never left her. She appeared to be with a group of guys and girls; from her job if I had to guess. While they all seemed to be having a good time and drinking in good spirit and moderation, one of the men seemed to be intent on getting Sophie twisted.
I couldn't hear what was being said but the looks she gave him, coupled with 3 shots in less than 7 minutes displayed nothing less than a players' coercing. I know I should have gone over and stopped it but I wanted to see where it would go. Would she cheat on Martin? Was she already? Then my mind began asking questions involving me. Would she fuck me, if she was willing to fuck nobodies? I pushed that from my mind.
After a few minutes, I could see her pulled hastily to her feet and she stumbled as she was led to the dance floor. The song that played was great for fast dancing and I could see Sophie struggle to keep up as her partner led with force.
Then it happened. It was so small and minor I almost missed it. Had I been paying attention to the blonde sitting next to me at my booth, and her hand on my knee, slowly snaking upward while she said something about seeing me before, I would have missed it.
One of the men in Sophie's group had departed the table, approached the DJ, and must have slipped him a nice sized bill, because, the requested song was on before the patron requesting it returned to his table. There it was. The high five between coworkers. I realized they were all watching Sophie dance with her partner, intently as if watching a competition.
I decided to do some covert operations and excused myself to the bathroom before my company could find my dick and convince me to stay. I made my way toward the men s room, in the same direction as her coworkers and leaned on the wall next to their table, as if I had consumed too much, too fast. They paid me no attention.
"She's gonna fuck him. I know it" I heard a girl giggle.
"She may not have a choice," I heard another one speak. "I've heard he can get pretty forceful sometimes." I'll kill him was all I could think. Her wanting it was one thing, but... NO. I would murder him first.
"She's gonna fuck him." One of the guys echoed. "Then we will the bet and then I'll guilt Sophie into a blowjob sometime during the next week. Just watch."
"Yea right," I heard another girl speak. "I bet on her cause we all know her track record. She's probably like 0-15. She's never slept with anyone from work and dudes have tried."
GOOD GIRL SOPHIE!!
"Yeah well, I wanna see that little bitch knocked down a peg. Strutting around all the time...bitch."
They all laughed at that. I was seething inside. She had trusted these pieces of garbage and they had deliberately placed her into this situation. They were betting on her fidelity and had set her up with someone who might rape her. This was not happening.
I made my way back to my table and grabbed the hand of the blonde whose name I didn't know, or rather pay attention to and led her to the dance floor. I led her to a dark corner of the dance floor and before long; she was dancing with her ass all over my dick and her back to me while I leaned against the wall behind me. From here I could see Sophie and her dance partner as they slow danced to the melody those sadistic fucks had picked.
I could feel the girl grinding on me and I'd be lying if I said we weren't both getting into it but the smile I wore was because Sophie had removed the guys hand from her ass as soon as he put it there. He tried again, this time she slapped him, but the dance continued. I don't think he would have let her go.
I separated from my own partner and apologized for using the bathroom again so soon and made my way past Sophie. I didn't look at her but I know she saw me. I used the bathroom since I really did have to go. When I emerged I quickly caught sight of Sophie and made sure to walk back past her. Only this time I made sure to acknowledge her.
She was happy to see me and tore herself away from her captor and threw her arms around my shoulder before whispering in my ear "help me."
I could see the anger and jealously in dude's eyes. He was not happy but neither was I. "Think she's done dancing with you pal." That was all I said before I grabbed Sophie's hand and pulled her quickly to my table. My dance partner had returned with a sour look on her face.
"The fuck?" she practically screamed. "You get girls excited for your huge cock then go pick up some drunken slut?" She was nearly spitting. "I was gonna suck your cock dry. You think this little whore can fuck you better than I could? Good luck, she looks like a dead fuck." She turned and stormed away.
