I don't know what it is about this story that it has spawned so many sequels. In any case, I wanted to write a version where Jim handles things and isn't a victim.
I took a few liberties with the original -- Dee has a somewhat different role, and Jim and Linda probably got together after, not during, college -- you'll see. And Jim might seem different.
On the 1 - 10 RAAC vs BTB scale, I aimed for a 5 -- expecting to please no one : )
+++ From the original story +++
"Jim, she's not in the restroom. She has left the club."
"Left? Without me? Why? What's the matter? Why didn't she tell me? Where did she go? Is she all right?" I still didn't get it.
"Let's go to the end of the bar where there's some privacy."
I just went where Dee dragged me. It was quieter in the dark corner at the end of the bar. Dee looked me in the eye.
"Jim, Linda loves you. She loves you and the children more than anything else in the world, and she always will, and you know it. But she is spending tonight with Marc."
I stood there with my mouth open, looking stupid as my world ended. Pictures whirled madly through my mind, or what was left of it. Linda at the top of the stairs in her beautiful blue dress. Linda at dinner; Linda at the club; Linda as we fed wings to each other. Linda in Asshole's arms. My anger rose.
"So on what was supposed to be our special night, she left me for some asshole jock." I glared at Dee as I growled the words.
"Jim, she hasn't left you. She'll come home to you tomorrow, and you'll have plenty of other special nights together."
"She didn't even have the guts to tell me to my face that she was leaving me. She just snuck out the back door."
"Jim, listen to me. She hasn't left you..."
"Well, if she hasn't left me, then where the hell is she? She sure isn't with me now, is she?" I was getting loud, and didn't care who heard me.
"Please settle down, people are looking at you."
+++ And my ending +++
"Settle down my ass! You tell me that some asshole has seduced my wife and she's going to spend the night at his house, destroying our marriage? And you want me to settle down?"
At that point a bouncer came over.
"Listen buddy, if you don't dial it back right now we're going to remove you from this club, and we won't be gentle, understand?"
"That's fine with me. Just tell me how I can get hold of LaValliere and I'll be out of here."
"No way. He's very protective of his privacy, and he takes good care of the staff here to ensure that we are equally protective of it. Now are you going to calm down or leave?"
I started to react, but then had an idea, "OK, I'm calm. Is there a manager on duty, and if so, can I speak with him or her?"
"Sure, you stay calm, and I'll go get him."
Dee started talking, "You see Jim, it's not so bad."
"Dee, I'm staying calm, but if you say another word to me, I'll do something that will change your life forever. Sure, I'll go to jail, but so what, I'm fucked anyway. In fact, you should go back to Dave and then both of you should just leave, and probably take all my other friends with you. I really can't be relied on to act in a civilized manner at this point, OK?"
"Jim, relax, everything's..."
I interrupted in a quiet voice full of rage, "Dee if you don't get away from me right now I'm going to rip your right arm off and shove it up your pox-ridden cunt. I hope I've made myself clear. And if you repeat this to Dave and he tries to start something, I'll rip his arm off and do my best to shove it up your anus. I'm sure I've made myself clear now."
"Jim..."
"Dee I was neither joking nor exaggerating. Just get the fuck away from me."
The look in her eyes told me she believed me -- she left in a hurry.
At that moment, the bouncer returned with the manager, a 30ish guy you wouldn't notice if you passed him on the street.
"Sir, My name is Andrew Templeman. Bruce here says you were having an issue and wanted to talk to me. How can I help you?"
"Well, my name is Jim. My problem is that my wife just left here to spend a night with Marc Asshole LaValliere. I'd like to know how to get hold of him as quickly as possible. I'd like to save my marriage if it isn't already too late."
"Jim, I'm sorry to hear that you haven't enjoyed your time here, but I assume your wife is an adult who can make her own decisions. It's not really something we can get involved in."
"Andrew, I can call you Andrew, right?" He nodded. "Andrew, do you own this club?"
He shook his head.
"I assume that the owners would like this club to be seen as successful and respectable, a safe place for folks to come and have a good time, right?"
He nodded.
"Well Andrew, how do you think the owners will feel when there's a big story in the paper about how staff at your club assist a local celebrity who comes in periodically to pick up married women, humiliate their husbands, and then take them home for some marriage-ending adultery?"
"What are you talking about? Sorry that your wife ran off to get some strange, but that's not our fault. If you claim otherwise, we'll sue you for slander and any paper which publishes the story for libel."
"What? Are you a lawyer? If so, then you should know that Truth is an absolute defense against all claims of defamation, and every word of this story will be true. We both know this isn't the first time LaAsshole has pulled this in this club. Why else would he take such good care of the staff? I watched him cue the band. How hard do you think it will be to find others to corroborate the story?"
Andrew glanced at Bruce, who was looking for loose change on the floor.
"OK, we don't want that. How can I help you to prevent that from happening?"
"It's really simple. I need LaAsshole's phone number. And I need Bruce here to convince him to talk to me."
"How can he do that? Marc is going to too busy with... how can he do that?"
"Actually, it's really simple. All he has to do is mention a name -- Spence Hudson."
"The sports writer?"
"One and the same, and my fraternity brother. In fact, we roomed together jr. and sr. year in college. And Linda knows him quite well, he was in our wedding party. So if LaAsshole seems skeptical, Bruce here can have him confirm the relationship with Linda. So grab a phone, and call him right now. Otherwise, I'll grab my phone -- I have Spence on speed-dial."
Bruce looked at me, and I saw his fists tighten, but before he acted he looked at Andrew. Andrew was thinking, but he could see Bruce's tension and subtly shook his head 'No'. Then he let out a breath and looked at me, then back at Bruce. "Call him."
So Bruce pulled out a cellphone and hit a couple keys. Then "Hi Marc, it's Bruce... Yeah, I know, but this is important. You gotta talk to this guy... He's the husband of the slut you picked up... I know, but he claims to know Spence Hudson. Says he's his fraternity brother and claims he was in their wedding party... (long pause)... OK, here."
He handed me the phone. I decided not to beat around the bush.
"Hello FuckFace. Here's what you're going to do."
"Fuck you cuck, my name is Marc, Mr. LaValliere to pissants like you. I'll do whatever I want, which right now is to fuck your wife until she's blind. She'll never come back to you once I'm done with her."
"No, your name is Mr. LaAsshole, but fine, you can keep her. I'm certainly going to enjoy discussing this with Spence. Remember that piece he did a couple years ago about the Texans' linebacker who was harassing those cheerleaders? What ever happened to that guy?"
"Big deal. He was stupid. I never go with a woman who isn't willing. So go ahead and expose yourself as a cuck -- what do I care."
"Oh, you're right Mr. LaSpermBreath, she clearly was willing. She was willing to lie to me and to leave with you without even telling me what she was doing. And I'm sure she'll be willing to have you fuck her, to suck your cock, to take you up her ass. Hell, she might be willing to pull a train for all your buddies. But will she be willing to do all that if she knows that it will cost her her marriage, her relationships with all her friends and family, and the ridicule she'll have heaped upon her everywhere she goes once the story comes out? More importantly, will YOU be willing to accept the consequences?"
"What consequences? You'll just be reporting what an amazing stud I am. Free publicity. Hell, I probably won't even have to go hunting -- the sluts will come begging for it."
"I wasn't referring to social consequences, but rather financial consequences."
"And what would they be? I just signed a 5-year contract extension for an average of 11 million per year. How are you going to hurt me?"
"Quite easily in fact. I'm pretty sure you make some pretty good money from your endorsement deals. I certainly see your face on billboards, in print ads, and on commercials quite a bit."
"So what, I have contracts for all those deals which last for years. I'm not looking for any new ones -- my agent says I've pretty well saturated this market."
"Ah, but how many of those deals have morals clauses? Those clauses can be pretty vague, and courts have been fairly willing to allow companies out of them based on lots of different behaviors by the talent. Drugs, sexual impropriety, even foul language have been used successfully by companies to get out of deals with pitchmen who under-perform. By the way, haven't you positioned yourself as a moral, Christian celebrity who endorses only wholesome products and services.
I seem to recall that you were quite vocal about refusing some endorsement offers, saying that, in good conscience, you couldn't endorse their products and services. I remember one was for a booze distiller, and... wait a minute... wasn't the other advertising for a chain of adult resorts?"
"OK, so maybe you can hurt a couple of my endorsements. Still peanuts, and I still get to fuck your slut of a wife."
"Yep, you sure can. And I'm sure the team won't decide to exercise the morals clause in your contract with them."