This story idea I got from watching the movie
Oppenheimer
. This story is an allegory.
I didn't know where to put this story. So, I chose the Loving Wives section because of the use of the Alpha Male and all the wives and the future wives are beautiful and tens that every man desires.
All the readers know the characters LaValiere, Rittenhouse, Marstan, and every black man with a big dick are all Alphas.
My father always told me. No matter how tough you are, there is always someone tougher. And that had me thinking, "Who is the ultimate Alpha ." Who would the other Alphas bow down to?
And as far as beautiful women. There is always another bumper crop of 20-year-olds coming out every year.
I used the characters from George Andersons'
February Sucks.
It is one of the most thought-provoking stories in Literotica, and almost everyone knows the characters.
I use Marc because he is described as the prototypical Alpha Male. And Ellen was a beautiful Alpha woman who could launch a thousand ships and countries go to war over.
I wrote this version, and only two people got it. So, if everyone doesn't get it, after the explanation at the end, and if there are enough complaints, I'll write another version so you can understand who he is and why he is Alpha's Alpha.
The object is to figure out the name of the Alpha. Who was Marc's protagonist?
"There you are, you bastard! I've finally cornered you. I'm going kill you. Just like you did me," hissed Marc. "You took her from me, God Dammit!"
The figure stood leaning with his one shoulder resting against the brick wall. He lit the cigarette and took a long, slow draw from his unique tobacco blend.
He twisted his smile and smirked at the man he broke so many years ago. He thought he should record his standard reply because he had given it to so many, so many times before. No, that would be no fun. He enjoyed rubbing in this part of the conversation with the supposedly Alpha male.
"First, sit down." The figure gestured to the bench. 'We're going nowhere, and then I'll explain how it will be. Now sit!" he sneered. Marc slowly sat down as if he was drawn to the bench, never taking his eyes off the man.
Before the stranger started his tete-a-tete, he inhaled another draw from the stick of death. Puffing his lips, he blew out a massive smoke ring. As it expanded, it stopped in mid-air. He raised his hand and pinched the edge of the circle. Then, with a snap of his fingers, it started a vortex spinning the ring until the smoke disappeared.
"You must remember, my dear Marc, I knew Ellen long before you had her met. I made her acquaintance for the first time when she turned Sweet 17. Oh yes, I remember it so well. She was quite a young beauty; she was a homecoming queen. But you see, she was too young for me at that time. I had no interest in them at that age. But she lost her virginity that night just the same.
"I sat and waited, biding my time keeping tabs on her. The next time I ran into her, she was 25, at a bar one night. By then, she had matured into a beautiful woman, and that's when I first made my move on her. When I whispered in the ear the first time, Ellen didn't know it then, but I would always be there with her.
"You should thank me for the intervention. That was the night Ellen decided she needed to find a man and start having babies, and her whoring days were through. She had just met a bunch of your girls in the bathroom. They complimented her on her beauty and hoped they would look as good as her when they hit 30.
