February Sucks for Walter Mitty - Sex Stories

February Sucks for Walter Mitty

... growled. "Don't say a fucking word." His eyes widened and he went back to looking at the glasses on the table. I don't know what he saw on my face, but I felt a ripple of grim satisfaction. Our friends were silent as I walked away.

It was a busy night and the bartenders were rushing to fill everyone's orders, but it didn't matter--the last thing I needed now was another overpriced gin and tonic. From the bar, I had a clear line of sight to the back of the club. Moizoos and Smith turned down the hallway and were walking past the bathrooms. "Fuck," I muttered as Dee stepped out. She was scanning the crowd. Looking for me.

I wasn't hard to find--there weren't too many guys shoving their way through the dance floor on a beeline to the back hallway. But by the time Dee saw me, I was practically on top of her. "Jim!" she exclaimed.

"Not now, you shithead!" I shoved her out of my way.

At the end of the hall, the exit door was already open and I could see Linda rushing into the parking lot, LaValliere close behind her. The two linemen were blocking the door. I ran at them. I might not have been a John Woo character, but I was pissed. "Hey! Linda!" I barked as I slammed my way past Moizoos and Smith. "Hey! Fuckface!" I yelled.

LaValliere must have recognized the name because he was turning back to me and already had his hands up when I barreled into him. He gave me a hard push and I had a split second to see his smirk before I bashed him across the face. I felt ...

... something in my hand snap as I lined up for another hit, but suddenly my arms were pinned behind my back.

"Motherfucker knocked me over!" someone said behind me. "Boy's got some talent."

LaValliere rubbed his jaw. "Not bad," he smirked at me. "Not good enough, but not bad." He turned to Linda. "Go to the car. The white Escalade."

"Marc--"

"It's okay, sexy. I'll be there in a second."

I looked up at her. Saw her wide eyes. Then I saw the calculation in them.

Her body, her choice.

She turned away and started walking to the car. "Linda!" I yelled. She slowed down. "Last chance, Linda," I said.

She started walking faster. "Go home, Jim," she called over her shoulder.

Her body--

Her--

FUCK YOU, LINDA!

She was almost to the car when LaValliere's fist slammed into my face. It hurt--it hurt a lot!--but it was nothing compared to the way I felt when I saw her running away. He punched me again and a wave of agony rolled through my head, drowning everything in its path.

I was dizzy and my head was too heavy to lift. "Three on one," I muttered as I tried to focus my eyes. "Big fucking football pussy."

"If it makes you feel better, it'll be one-on-one in my bedroom tonight," LaValliere sneered. He hit me again, in my side this time, and I couldn't breathe. He laughed. "Don't worry, I'll bring her back tomorrow."

"Don't bother," I gasped. "A woman who'd fuck a piece of shit like you isn't worth much."

That earned me another hit in the ribs.

I ...