"Bethany, will you marry me?"
Bethany LeTrash gasped as her wealthy boyfriend opened up the small velvet box. As a David Lynch fan, she appreciated that the box was blue. Nestled inside, on a snug pillow, was a breathtaking diamond engagement ring, sparkling in the dim lights of the restaurant. Bethany held her hand up to her mouth.
"Oh, Henry, it's beautiful!"
Henry pulled the ring from the box and held her shaking hand. Slowly, he slid the ring onto her slim finger.
"Is that a yes?"
Bethany held the ring up to her face, fascinated by the glittering facets embedded in the elegant platinum band. Tears welled up in her eyes.
"Yes! Oh, a thousand times yes!"
She threw her arms around her boyfriend -- no, her fiancé -- and kissed him on the face. Henry hugged her tightly.
"Oh, look at me, I'm crying. I should go to the bathroom and make sure my makeup's alright."
"You look great, Bethany."
"Thank you, love. I'll just be a minute and we can get dessert."
***
Bethany LeTrash was giddy as she made her way to the restaurant's bathroom. She checked the stalls to ensure her privacy, then looked at herself in the mirror, modeling her engagement ring from every angle.
She was a pretty blonde with a wonderful figure, her red dress showing off trim hips and pressing tightly to her big, firm breasts. Her blonde hair flowed down, curling softly against her shoulders.
"Mrs. Henry Altesgeld." She said to the mirror, holding up the shimmering diamond ring. "Soon, I'm going to be Mrs. Henry Altesgeld."
Bethany giggled, letting out some nervous energy. She had nearly fainted when Henry proposed. She needed time alone to regroup.
Having been a wild child in her younger years, Bethany had despaired of meeting a discriminating gentleman like Henry. After her last relationship, she vowed to stop dating losers. She needed a mature and emotionally available partner, someone who could meet her needs, and Henry had come along at just the right time. In the past few months, Bethany had moved to a new apartment, gotten a promotion at work and had just been proposed to by her dream man. Her life finally seemed to be heading in the right direction.
Adjusting her makeup in the mirror, Bethany was oblivious to the door opening behind her. A large man walked in, wearing a white apron stained with food, his long dark hair swept up in a hairnet. Silently he came up behind the beautiful blonde as she bent over the sink.
Bethany was looking down at the faucet and did not notice him behind her until she raised up to look at her image one last time. That's when she saw the man's reflection and immediately attempted to turn around.
"Richard! Oh my god! What are you doing here?"
Dick moved forward, pushing himself up against her ass, pinning the tops of her thighs to the sink.
"What do you mean, Bethany? I work here. Don't tell me you didn't know that?"
The young woman wracked her brain. Had she known her ex-boyfriend worked at this restaurant? She couldn't remember.
"I didn't know. If I did I wouldn't have come here."
She struggled against Dick's body, but he was too strong. He pushed her down over the sink, holding her there.
"Don't lie to me, bitch!" Dick snarled. "Your friend Candy told me she saw you a week ago and told you I worked here. Now all of a sudden you show up with that little pussy boy and don't expect me to notice? You always were a little tease, Bethany."
Oh, god! He was right. Candy had told her that Dick was working as a busboy at Lucca. How could she have forgotten?
"I...I don't know what you're talking about." She lied.
"Sure, baby. Whatever you say. So why haven't you answered my texts or returned my calls? What's it been, six months?"
Bethany squirmed, her wriggling ass rubbing up against the bulge in Dick's jeans. She raised her head to look at him in the mirror.
"Please, Richard! I've met someone else. He loves me."
She moved her hand so her ex-boyfriend could see the engagement ring. He just laughed.
"Nice rock. I always knew a sweet piece of ass like you would end up on her feet. Still, you know what they say: a ring doesn't block any holes. Am I right?"
"Richard, things are different now. I'm different."
"Yeah, right. You know what I think? I think you ghosted me because deep down you knew that, face to face, you can't resist me. That's why you came here tonight. To try and prove to yourself that you're over me. Well, baby, you're not over me."
"Let me go, Richard, or I'll scream." Her voice shook. She was scared.
Dick smiled at her in the mirror. "Go ahead, Bethany. What will your fiancé think when he sees you in the bathroom with your ex? You think he'll believe you? Especially when I tell him what a little slut you are? Maybe I'll show him the pictures we took."
Bethany moaned. Her ex was an asshole, but he was right. He knew too much about her slutty past. If Henry were ever to find out, he wouldn't understand. If he ever saw the pictures Dick had taken of her, he would leave her in an instant.
Dick reached out and rubbed Bethany's ass beneath the fabric of her dress, grinning down at the blonde young beauty. She looked so different, dressed up in her fancy clothes. Not at all like the drunken party animal he remembered.
"You got a nice new dress on, baby, but I'll bet you're still for the streets. Remember how good I used to make you feel, Bethany?"
Rick moved his hand underneath the blonde's dress, pulling it up over her ass. Bethany groaned as she felt him pull roughly at her sheer black panties, the ones Henry liked so much, and rip them away from her waist, leaving her ass exposed to view.
"Please, no! Richard...stop!"
Dick ignored her cries and pushed a finger into her juicy slit. Despite the young woman's protests, he felt her wet warmth as he invaded her body. Slowly, he worked her pussy, expertly sliding a second finger into her cunt, then pulling them out and rubbing his rough calluses down across her increasingly swollen clit.
"That's right, baby. Remember how it felt with me, slut? You remember, don't you?"
Bethany cried, watching Dick in the mirror. She remembered vividly his hand on her body, the way he manipulated her clit into swollen passion. She remembered his cruel handsome face, and the way he would degrade her as he fucked her, which turned her on even more. She wanted to ignore the flames in her pussy as his fingers did their work, but she was burning up from the inside.
"Oh, nooooo! Oh, gawwwd! Stop! Please stop! You're making me cum! Ungh!"
Bethany began to unconsciously buck against Dick's invading fingers, working towards orgasm. Dick pumped his fingers in and out of her slit, meeting each thrust of her ass. The beautiful fiancée could feel herself succumb to illicit desire, even before she heard Dick's voice.
"That's it, bitch! Fuck yourself on my hand. Make yourself cum. Do it! What would your dear fiancé think of you now, cunt?"
"OH, GAWWWD! I'M CUMMING! I CAN"T BELIEVE IT! AHHHHHH! I'M CUMMMMMINNNG!"
Bethany continued to scream in passion as a huge orgasm wracked her body. The pleasure was more intense than Henry's gentle lovemaking, all the more intense because it was so wrong. Just thinking of her loving fiancé made her cum again, climactic aftershocks ripping through her hot young body.
"That's right, you little whore. You liked that, didn't you? What's the matter? Fiancé doesn't give you what you need?"
Bethany was panting hard, coming down from her orgasm. Dick rubbed his finger against the blonde's lips.
"Taste your fucking cum, baby. Suck it off."
She opened her mouth, taking in his finger, sucking her juices from his invading digit.
Dick sneered at her in the mirror, unzipping her dress, pulling the fabric down over her tan shoulders. He pulled her arms back, slipping the dress off her arms, yanking it down over her tits.
"Take off your bra, slut. Let me see those big tits."
Bethany wanted to fight, but she knew it was useless. Dick's eyes were filled with lust and her body was humming with desire. She reached behind her back and unsnapped the black bra. She dropped her arms, baring her breasts in the mirror. They were large tan globes, each rounding out to a perfect brown nipple. Dick reached in front of her, rubbing her tits roughly in his hands. Bethany bit her lower lip in frustration; the lust building again as her ex-boyfriend abused her.
"Oh, baby! I sure have missed this body. Tell me, does your fiancé make you cum like I do?"
"Richard...ungh...don't...ohhhh!"
