I found the gist of this story among my story files and thought it worth finishing. I know it's total nonsense, so I hope you will read it with that thought in mind. I'm sorry if you don't agree with the category I published it in.
I think I now have an idea for a longer story so I hope this one will give my followers something to read while I write it.
Stolen wife.
David Argent wished he was as good a dancer as his wife Julie. He just didn't wish it enough to make it happen. He could waltz quite well and do a passable quick step and smooch, he considered himself quite a good smoocher. Julie thought, she could also dance the foxtrot, tango, Cha-cha and dance them well when she had the right partner.
It had been like this for all the seven years they had been married. David still promised himself that one day he would learn to dance like his wife. Even watching her dancing with other men hadn't yet been enough incentive to convince him to do it.
That was what happened this Friday night at their favourite club. They danced some of the waltzes and a couple of the quick steps. All the other dances she had other partners. One partner was a wiry black guy. This guy was also a very good dancer so they had already danced three sets. Now they were dancing a set of slow waltzes, which had followed a Latin set.
David had expected his wife to come back to their table after the waltz but her partner had led her to the table where another black guy was sitting.
David was a bit put out especially when the big black guy stood up and made room for Julie beside him. He watched the wiry guy order a round of drinks while the big black guy seemed to be in an intense conversation with his wife.
When the next dance set started David expected his wife and the wiry guy to get up but when the set ended the big black guy and his wife were still in conversation. Then the wiry guy got up and approached David's table. 'Your wife asked me to get her bag,' he stated as he reached across and grabbed Julie's bag. Without another word, he took it back to his table where the big black guy and David's wife were already standing. The big guy took Julie's bag and holding her elbow let her off the dance floor and toward the exit.
David immediately started to follow them toward the exit doors. Just as the big black man led his wife through the doors, the wiry guy turned around and stopped him. 'I wouldn't follow them if I was you,' he told David.
'You what!' exclaimed David. 'That's my wife,' he shouted as he went to push the wiry guy out of the way. Then next thing David felt was a very hard punch in his gut, which bent him double and left him gasping for air.
'I told you not to follow,' The wiry guy told him as David tried to gain some control of his breathing.
Still gasping. 'Bastard! Who the hell are you,' exclaimed David.
'Just doing my job, Mr Argent.' Then he showed a card to David. 'Take this, phone the number mid-day on Monday and someone will tell you what to do if you want to see your wife again.'
David was still hurting from the punch and when he could move he left the club but the wiry guy was gone as was his wife and the big black man. David couldn't understand how everything had happened so quickly.
Saturday and Sunday David phoned his wife's mobile but got nothing as it appeared to be turned off. He left messages but got no reply. They had just walked his wife out of the club, she hadn't even glanced in his direction. Then he remembered she had not even glanced at him while they were dancing the slow waltzes. She had not even protested when her partner led her to his table and the big black guy had moved to let her sit beside him.
Did she already know them? What were she and the big guy talking about? David's head was bewildered by so many questions. He had known Julie for nearly nine years. They were married when she was twenty. Seven years of marriage and she had just walked away from him. He knew guys were always trying to get her interested. She was a looker, he had heard her called a stone-cold fox. Probably because she had always put anyone down who tried anything on the dance floor. No butt touching, no crotch pressing, no kissing was ever allowed.
As the weekend wore on David became more and more concerned about the big black man and what he was doing with his wife. He wasn't just big, he was fat with a big, broad nose, with disgusting slobbering lips and a huge belly. The word gross came to David's mind. Only the fact that he had the card with a phone number stopped David from going to the police.
Every time he tried the number he was told that it was out of service, until mid-day Monday. As soon as David dialled it was answered. 'Mr David Argent?'
Unexpectedly hearing his name took him a moment to reply. 'Yes.'
'Listen carefully Mr Argent.' The man's voice told him where to be at mid-day the next day. 'You would be blindfolded and enter a car that will take you to a location where you will be allowed fifteen minutes with your wife.'
'What do you mean, I'll be allowed fifteen minutes with my wife?'
'That is all the time you will be allowed, Mr Argent.'
'Now look here,' David protested angrily, 'I want my wife back...,
The voice interrupted him, repeated the location and the time and ended the call. When David rang back he was told the number was no longer in service. He knew the location and on Tuesday arrived with ten minutes to spare. Spot on time another car drew up beside his.
Almost as soon as he got out of his car a black man approached him from the other car. 'Mr David Argent?' he asked.
When David answered he handed him a full-face mask. 'Please put this on.'
'Put this on,' David protested. 'No bloody way, you just take me to see my wife.'
'Mr Argent, without you wearing the mask you will not be seeing your wife again. Now put it on.'
There were pads inside it that covered his eyes and pads that covered his ears. After it was fastened around his neck he felt a hand on his arm and he was led forward a few paces. A hand pushing down on his head instinctively told David he was being put into the other car. Moments later he felt the car moving.
The full-face mask completely deprived him of sight and hearing, so he sat and waited for the journey to end. Sometime later, he thought half an hour, the car stop and a hand on his arm helped him to get out. He was then guided up some steps and along somewhere straight. After what seemed like five minutes of walking he was pushed down onto a chair and the mask was removed.
As his eyes adjusted he found he was sitting in a fairly small room. It was carpeted and his was the only chair in the room. He knew the man remained standing behind him.
'Mr Argent,' The man told him. 'When your wife is brought into the room you will remain seated. There will be no contact between either of you. You have fifteen minutes to persuade your wife to leave with you. Should she not agree she will leave the room and you will never see her again. You will again put on the mask and be returned to where you left your car.'
David was flabbergasted and went to rise from the chair. He immediately felt hands on his shoulders. 'Please remain seated Mr Argent.' Moments later a door opposite him opened and the big black guy from the dance hall escorted his wife into the room, the same way he had led her out of the dance hall.
She was wearing a simple little black dress and very high heeled strappy sandals. He immediately saw that her legs were shaved bare. Her hair had been cut and styled in a way that together with her make up made her look absolutely stunning. Nothing like he had ever seen her look like before. By the look on her face and from what they had done to her in just three days he already doubted there was any likelihood of her leaving with him.