You can fuck my girlfriend if you let me go.

You can fuck my girlfriend if you let me go. You can fuck my girlfriend if you let me go.

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Genre: Horror

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Horror

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Nether her parents or her friend could understand what Melinda saw in Brian Peters, except possibly for his exception good looks. It was true he was one handsome well-built dude, but that's where anything good about him ended, other than that he was a 22year old loudmouth meathead who had been in and out of prison since he was a teenager. He tried to make it know around the town he was a real hard-man who treated women like they were his own personal property. He had no respect whatsoever for any of them. He was a typical scumbag never having any money and no job and no prospect. He had lived off women from the time of his first erection with the exception, when he was pushing the kickers and ended up in the nick for two years. Not that he learned anything while inside either, only to say he found out more about how to evade the law with some scam or other.

Summary

Nether her parents or her friend could understand what Melinda saw in Brian Peters, except possibly for his exception good looks. It was true he was one handsome well-built dude, but that's where anything good about him ended, other than that he was a 22year old loudmouth meathead who had been in and out of prison since he was a teenager. He tried to make it know around the town he was a real hard-man who treated women like they were his own personal property. He had no respect whatsoever for any of them. He was a typical scumbag never having any money and no job and no prospect. He had lived off women from the time of his first erection with the exception, when he was pushing the kickers and ended up in the nick for two years. Not that he learned anything while inside either, only to say he found out more about how to evade the law with some scam or other.

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Submitted: March 09, 2016

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 Melinda Edwards was a 5ft 6inch 19teen year old black hair beauty with green catlike eyes and who had everything going for her. She was born into money and her parents had set her up in her own business selling office equipment and stationary to the public from her small shop on Birmingham's Mile Parade. The shop was doing well, she was not destined to become a millionaires overnight, but by working hard and with all her effort she was able to buy her beloved two-tone Jaguar that she paid cash for at the Jaguar dealership.

Nether her parents or her friend could understand what Melinda saw in Brian Peters, except possibly for his exception good looks. It was true he was one handsome well-built dude, but that's where anything good about him ended, other than that he was a 22year old loudmouth meathead who had been in and out of prison since he was a teenager. He tried to make it know around the town he was a real hardman who treated women like they were his own personal property. He had no respect whatsoever for any of them. He was a typical scumbag never having any money and no job and no prospect. He had lived off women from the time of his first erection with the exception, when he was pushing the kickers and ended up in the nick for two years. Not that he learned anything while inside either, only to say he found out more about how to evade the law with some scam or other.

It was Friday night when Melinda left her work and went to pick him up from his usual hang-out the Three Crowns the pup where he had been drinking for most of the afternoon. As he got into her beautiful car, she could see he was well pissed. At that point she didn't want him in there fearing he would throw up over the beautiful cream leather upholstery, but even as she protested he took no notice and just flopped into the passenger seat kicking his feet up high into the footwell regardless.

“I'm not going to be sick, I told you before, I can take the booze, so just drive the fucking car.” He said as he leaned over and squeezed her leg in a playful sort of manner, she brushed his hand away. “Pack it in will you?” She snapped. “I don't understand why you have to keep getting drunk all the time, where do you get the money from? That's what I'd like to know!” She questioned him.

He looked at her menacingly with his cold grey eyes and she felt intimidated. That was the one thing about Brian; he could make you feel like that when confronting him. “You're not my mother; I don't need to answer to you. I don't ask you questions so don't you ask me fucking questions; you just do your job and drive me about, and keep your snooty nose out of my business. Now let's go and get something to eat, I'm bloody starving.”

Melinda thought her silence would convey to him her displeasure, but in truth, it was like water off a duck's back, he didn't give a toss what she thought of him. He had, had the cold shoulder treatment many times in the past, and nothing had ever made him alter his ways because of that particular female weapon. Melinda drove around to the back of a restaurant where there was ample parking and more importantly where she could watch over her car from a table by the window. They had been there before and as they walked in the waiter greeted them with a friendly smile and led them to a table by the window.

After studying the menu, Melinda ordered a light salad with coffee. Brian predictable as usual ordered rare steak with all the trimming, and a pint of strong larger. “I expect it's me who has got to pay for this lot again, is it?” She said for the first time breaking her silence. “No my darling it is not you! I am treating you today my little vampire. I'm paying I've got money.” He said as he waved a fistful of money in her face. “When I have paid for this crap I will take you up town and we can have some fun in Glitters. Maybe even a couple of fights.” He added looking at her and grinning.

Glitters was a casino and nightclub in the middle of the city it was owned and run by a tall well-built and smartly dressed 24-year-old black lad call Jamal Brown. Jamal brother had given Jamal the nightclub after he was advised to return home because of some family crises. Some said he had not done Jamal any favours as the place had got a bad reputation and well known among the scum of the area. It was also a place where the town's money men hung out looking for cheap girls and young boys who were always available to rent for the price of a pint and a bed for the night.

Melinda hated the place, but because of her love for this idiot after their meal, she drove him to the nightclub. It was about 10.30 when they arrived in the car park facing the main entrance and walked up to the doors. The bouncers knew Brian of old because of their many previous problems with him, and they stopped him at the door. “No way mate!” One of the bouncers said. “You're not coming in, we have had a bellyful of you, so get lost!”

Brian protested, “I won't cause any trouble I promise. Look man this is my beautiful girlfriend and she won't tolerate anything like that, all we want to do is have a nice dance and a few drinks, I promise you there will be no trouble, my girlfriend will vouch for me.” He said in a pleading convincing way. The bouncer looked a Melinda. “Is that right honey, will you vouch for him and pay for any damage? He will do.” “I suppose so,” She said hesitantly as she nodded. “Well you still aren't coming in so piss off, sling your hook you fucking wanker!” He said as he violently pushed Brian away from the door and back into the car park area.

Brian didn't expect such a forceful push and losing his footing he ended up on his arse, the other punters coming into the club started laughing at him. Their laughter and the beer enraged him even more, and he jumped up very quickly and launched an attack against the bouncer. In his rage, he didn't see the second bouncer. A twenty-two stones 6ft 5inch mountain of a man called Rick who had placed himself between the two men and as Brian charged at them with his head down he ran into what can only be described as a human wall. It was at that same time when Jamal had just parked his car and walked up to the doors.

Seeing the trouble Jamal took a hold of Brian by his long hair and dragged him into the club. “You want in, then you're in buddy.” He said in a menacing tone and aggressively throwing Brian towards the two bouncers he said. “Show this punk to my special office he needs to be taught a lesson.” Signalling to one of the female bouncers, he added “and bring her alone.” Brian struggled violently to get away from the two men, but he was no match for them and was quickly overpowered and pushed into the small soundproof office with Melinda following behind. Jamal ordered the women bouncer stay outside and go back to work as he locked the door and the two bouncers push Brian up against a long thin table. They slapped him about the head and punched him reputedly in his stomach winding him.

Rick got hold of Brian's under his chin and pushed his head back. “We've had a fucking bellyful of you, you twat, and now you're going to get a lesson you won't forget in a hurry. He said as he spat in Brian's face. “Come on man!” Brian pleaded. “There's no need for all this. I will just go and never come back.” “Funny, you saying that, it's exactly what we had planned for you, never coming back, seems to be a very good idea! I hope you're well insured!” Rick added. “Look man we can work it out. How about my gorgeous girlfriend gives you lads a nice free blow job, come on what do you say?”  Rick looked at her. “Would you do that for this scum bag? Well would you? He shouted, she jumped slightly, but didn't answer; she just stood looking down at the floor. “Sure she will come on babe say yes and we can get the fuck out of this hellhole.

Rick looked at Brian with nothing but contempt and hatred for the man. “I want my balls sucking and I've just finished a rather hot curry and my arse is on fire will she lick it out and cool it down for me? “Sure she will man. She will do as I tell her, she knows her place. She's my fucking woman after all.” Brian replied enthusiastically thinking this would get him off the hook and save him from more beatings.

Rick turned to the girl and shouted very loudly “Well will you? He shouted at her again. “Will you lick out my arse out and suck my balls?” He shouted ever louder. “Well will you do that for me honey? She looked up from the ground and into Rick's face her green eyes burning up with tears and pain. “No! I won't do it!” She said in low crying voice as she moved towards the door and a chair by the wall. “Say that again.” Rick demanded. She didn’t look at him but in a whispering voice replied, “No! I won't do it.” "The fucking right answer, I knew you wouldn't do it.” Rick said gleefully, “And now we can sort this bastard punk out once and for all."

In spite of Brian's protests the two bouncers hit him reputedly until he was completely powerless to fight back. With his hand on Melinda shoulder Jamal lead her to the chair and she sat down. The two bouncers pulled Brian up and onto the table and with one at the end holding his head Rick at the other end by his feet they continued hitting him. “Right you little fucker, now it's your fucking turn to be humiliated, let's see how much you like it.” Rick said as he unbuckled Brian's leather belt and pulled it through the hopes on his jeans he then pulled his jeans down to below his knees. Between them they rolled him over exposing his bare buttocks and with his legs dangling over the edge of the desk Rick doubled the belt and then started strapping him across his arse.

“This is what you should have got when you we ten not fucking twenty.” He said as he carried on beating the helpless man from one side to another. It sounded like a gunshot with each hard and powerful stroke finding its target, and quickly his buttock became redder and redder as the blood began to rush to the surface of his skin turning it a blue pinky colour. Brian was crying and begging, “Please stop.” But Rick didn't stop until he looked across at Jamal. “Enough!” Jamal said. “Pity that!” Rick said. “I was just beginning to enjoy myself," He said grinned at the girl.

They punched Brian a few more times before they turning him over onto his back and pulled him up the table so he was laid flat on it as Rick walked around to the back so Melinda had a full view of her half-naked boyfriend. Taking his forefinger and thumb he took a hold of Brian's limp penis and holding it very tight and low-down next to his ball he waved it at her. “Is this what you're hanging your star to? Is this fucking little lump of fat that's going to sire all his fucking stinking clones?” He slapped the exposed section of the penis hard about six times with the flat and then the back of his hand as he looked at her. He took hold of Brian's balls and gave them a mighty squeeze.

Brian cried out in pain. “Help me darling, please help me, they're going to kill me, please babe please babe do it for me, make them stop, please make them stop.” Rick punched him twice in the kidneys. “Shut your hole you fucking pig shit, I ain't finished with you yet.” Then looking at the girl he shouted at her as he squeezed his balls again. “Are these the bleeding things that are going to make all that crap spunk he's going to inject into you for his kids?" After punching Brian a few more times Rick took a hold of the uncircumcised penis and pulled it up with the foreskin. “What do you think I should do with this fucking smart-arses cock then?” He said as he looked at Melinda I'm sure it would benefit you and all the other women out there if I was to cut the rotten little fucker off.” You don’t know how happy that would make me, you just say the word.”

Rick knew he was not going to get an answer and looked at her rather apologetically he said. “Darling, please, believe me, you can do better than this tosser, can't you fucking see it? You deserve better than this!” Melinda nodded and stood up as Jamal led her to the door they pulled Brian off the desk and stood him up. “Pull your pants up you twat,” Rick said as he slapped him around the face. “Pull your fucking pants up.” He repeated as he held his fingers up to his temple like a gun. “We still have unfinished business.”

As Melinda reached the door Jamal opened it Brian realized she was leaving and started to panic. “Don't leave babe, they are going to kill me, come on darling.” He turned to face Rick. “We have money we can give you money, just say what you want, we can get it and as a sweetener you can shag her, surly she's worth a shag to let me go.”

“You don't fucking get it do you?” Rick said as he watched Jamal unlock the door and as Melinda began to leave. “ We don't want your fucking money and we don't want to shag your girlfriend because my friend we are going to shag you, now that's given you something you can look forward to.” The colour drained from Brian's face, he had never done anything like that and the thoughts of such a thing frightened him half to death. “No man. I ain't like that, please man no.” He begged. "Not so fucking brave now are you?" Rick said as he watched Melinda walk to the door.

Melinda looked back at the pathetic humiliated crying man and it was at that point reality kicked in, and she realized what her friends and her parents had tried to tell her, the truth suddenly hit home, and for the first time in her troubled relationship with Brian, she realized she had lost nothing. As she looked at him she did feel a little pity and in a very low voice said, “Sorry!” As Jamal escorted her through the club and out into the car park and as they walked towards her car they stopped and Jamal looked into her eyes.

“He's a looser and as Rick said you deserve better than that. You are a beautiful intelligent young woman why in gods name would you want to have anything to do with scum like that? I've got to get back to the club in case he kicks off again.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card. “If you have any more trouble from him just give me a ring or see one of the lads in the club and we will sort him out for you once and for all. Promise me you will do that.” She smiled at him and turned back towards her car. Suddenly the car didn't look so good, the paint was dull and the inside was shabby, the engine didn't seem to work as well as it did and the drive was hard and noisy.

The truth was, she knew it was still a beautiful car, but it was now full of bad vibes the car was full of negativity and she knew every time she drove it the bad feelings would flood into her mind and bring her down as a reminder of her lucky escape it had to go. So on Sunday morning she went to the deals again and traded in the car for a slight newer model with less miles on the clock and slightly more expensive. It was still a two tone Jaguar, but it was the best car she had ever had and the first car was flushed from her memory.

The following months Melinda threw herself into her business and with her efforts came the rewards and in less than three month she had such a workload she was able to employ two other ladies to help her. She once again started to enjoy her girly nights out and going to the Gym and keep fit classed. She only heard from Brian twice more. The first time he told her how much he loved her and wanted her back and he was a changed man.

She didn't bite and told him the romance was never going to be restarted again, it was finished it was over it was done. The second time about a week later he rang again this time demanding she paid for some gambling debts and it was this time she told him about Jamal and what he has said to her, she also warned him telling him she had absolutely no problem in putting him through his last bad experience with the lads from the club. He slammed the phone down and she never heard from him again.

It seemed all parties involved on that night got something out of the experience.

With a business loan from the bank Jamal closed down the club for two months while he had it all refurbished with completely new inside and paint. Jamal wanted the club to be a place of entertainment and happiness he didn't want its past record and for it to attract type of clientele it had before, and his effort started to pay off as he had more people joining his Casino membership list. He had transformed the seedy dive into a smart well run establishment where people felt safe and came to spend money and not just sit all night looking at the girls or to pick up some hooker.

Rick although no longer working the door he has now become Jamal right-hand man. He still made sure all the passed problems of the club would not reappear He started by kicking out the scumbags, prostitutes, and pimps. They knew Rick's reputation, and they knew when he said it was over, it was over; the club for them was now out of bounds.

Rick also proved his Business acumen in other way and together him and Jamal began building a large and strong portfolio of property's and small businesses. Of course with extra work made for extra printing and office equipment and he and Melinda often met up for dinner or some function they were invited too, but as yet no romance is on the horizon, however, if it was left to Melinda parents she would be married to Jamal they think he is absolutely marvellous.

And what of Brian?

Well, Rick and the other bouncer did not have sex with Brian, in fact, they left him well beaten and miles out of town with no shoes and with his cock still hanging between his legs. Somehow he managed to make his way back home. He never troubled the club again. He did complain to the police about the assault, but mysteriously all the paperwork was lost and his complaint was never investigated.

I suppose you could say he also got something out of the night, but if he did I can't find out what it was. I don't know much about him now. What I can tell you he got into an argument with an American visitor from Tulsa and that encounter led to a vicious knife fight. The American carved him up bad with a massive slash across his chest and another across his face with the same blade. Leaving a scar that ran from his temple passed his nose and mouth finally ending under his chin. He was advised not to pick off the scabs as it healed because it would leave a worse scar. Brian picked off the scabs he thought the scar made him look tough a real gangster, a gang lead, and something he always wanted to become. The last I heard of him he had moved to London and got in with a little firm down there running a protection racket.

The end.

 


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