Getting his way

Chapter 2

After a few solid hours of sleep, Chris perked up as the text noise for Kate jingled.

K: //Hi babe, I know you’re probably sleeping// 

C: //Don’t worry about it, what’s up?// he replied as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

K: //It’s a little bit silly, but my period started and I’m in a study group where no one has any pads. Would you mind bringing me some? ♡ //

C: //Of course, I’ll be right there// An all-guys study group? She didn’t say anything about that, he thought as he jumped out of bed, throwing on any ensemble of clothes. After a glance in the mirror, he changed into juuuust a little bit nicer clothes. He wasn’t scared that she’d do anything to jeopardize their relationship, but it never hurt to flex a little bit. Just in case anyone got any bad ideas.

Rummaging through her stock under the sink, he discovered that she hadn’t mentioned that she was out. Only one measly pad remained in the box, so he made a mental note of the brand and wording and headed out. Before walking out the front door he grabbed his house- and car keys. While he needed a cigarette, this was an urgent situation and therefore he didn’t have the time right now. Later, he promised himself as he jumped in the car and drove out of his driveway. An uneventful drive later, he went into a more eventful shopping trip.

As Chris browsed the lines of hygienic products, cross referencing the boxes with his memory of what the box looked like, a man came up beside him and scoffed. “Females, huh?” Chris shot him a short look, then shrugged. “Yeah, *women* can struggle with all kinds of shit.” Finding his box, he turned it in his hands a few times, just to make sure it was the right one. The man, not eager to be cut off, piped up again: “Always seems like it hits just when it’s the most inconvenient. Was just about to get it in when she told me to go grab some stuff for her.” Chris thought about it for a second. Was it worth getting it into it with a guy over tampons? Yeah, she’d understand. “Actually, I think it’s more of a you problem, my guy. Cut your d**k off if it prevents you from being a sensible human being.” Sending him the largest smile he could possibly put on (actually to the point of hurting his face a little), he went to grab her a few snacks. She’d been watching her weight, even though he’d told her it was unneeded, but she would probably appreciate a little snack and a cold Coke Zero.

As he went to check out, Douce McDoucheface got behind him in the queue. “What the f**k is your problem, man? You really think she’s gonna suck your d**k harder just because you’re whiteknighting in a grocery store?” Chris considered ignoring him. Chris could not resist the temptation. “Actually, soon as I walk out of here I’m never gonna think about you and your huge ego again. I’ll never f*****g mention you to her. Sorry, you’re just not as important as you think you are.” After a dramatic pause, Chris leaned in slightly. “Actually, I’m not sorry at all.” Turning back to the young clerk behind the counter, he paid by card and wished them a good day back.

As he walked back out to his car, the man came out fuming after him, screaming at the top of his lungs. “Who the *f**k* do you think you are, you f*****g asswipe? You think just because you’re walking away you’ll be fine? I’ll f*****g end you, you f*****g prick!” Chris opened the passenger side of his car, throwing the stuff onto the seat and closing the door, just in time before a gallon of milk splashed all over his windshield. *Impressive throw, really. Sad that it’s on such a f*****g prick* he thought as he looked back at the man.

Chris looked down at his clothes, now stained with milk. He sighed deeply as he produced a cigarette from his pocket and lit it with a lighter from the same pocket. “Hope you paid for that. As for ending me...” Again with the dramatic pause, really? “Feel free to come on over and try.” he said, waving his hand at the man in a ‘come hither’ fashion. His eyes were on him, standing there in the store entrance like the f*****g i***t he is. The man came barging over, screaming his head off as he came with, predictably, a right swing. A few, underwhelming seconds later, Chris was holding the man in a lock as he was still smoking, and the man was still screaming his head off. “Could you shut the f**k up for just five seconds?” he hissed down at him. After a few minutes of the man struggling, the security finally came. “You ready to take over this guy? He’s a feisty one.” Chris was still beaming as they took the man off his hands, and he smiled and waved as the man was dragged away, having regained his yelling demeanor. “You ain’t seen the last of me yet! I’ll f*****g end you! I’ll f*****g END YOU!” Chris gave his information to the last security guy (maybe they’d just wiped the annoying job off on the new guy?) before getting into his car and finally getting en route to the school.

When he pulled up, he found virtually no empty parking spots. Great. As he randomly searched for one, he finally found one, and in one of the front rows at that! Pulling in, grabbing four pads and the snacks from the passenger seat and putting it all in his pockets, before getting out and walking into the school.

C: //Hey babe, just meet me by the toilets //

Kate took her sweet time replying, but a couple minutes later she did.

K: //Ok! Be right there! //

As she walked down the empty hallways, she was suddenly yanked into a dark closet, whose door stood slightly ajar. She let out a slight whimper as she grabbed at the arm being held against her throat, but a voice shushed her. "Now, now, Katie-kitty, we wouldn't want anyone to hear you, would we?" a low voice whispered directly into her ear as an experienced hand traced along her body, quietly undoing her top buttons to allow easy passage in under the shirt. Her whimpers became mixed with low groans as the fingers played with her left n****e for a second, before moving out from the shirt again and traveling down her curvaceous body, undoing the button and zipper of her trousers with a deft hand. "Please..." she whimpered, but the voice didn't respond, as it started rubbing her c**t; first gently, but soon getting harder and faster. After only a few moments of this, the school bell rang, and the hallway filled with the sound of people's laughter.

"What do you want to do now? Get caught like the little slut you are?" the voice whispered in her ear, while she felt a hard d**k pressed against her ass. She covered her mouth with one hand as she continued to groan, leaning back against the unseen assailant. "That's a good little slut. Just shut up and take it." the man said, biting her ear as she started to grind against his d**k. Even he had to let go of her ear for a short second to sigh, but as he felt her getting closer he instead started licking her ear, allowing for his slight pants to be heard anyway. His left arm, which she had long stopped fighting against, ran down and gripped her right tit hard, forcing her into him as he kissed her, and for a moment her whole world went black, not just the inside of the closet. When she came to, she was being held by Chris, her legs having given out under her from the powerful orgasm.