Author's note: Some of the mentioned characters in this chapter have possibly offensive nicknames. They're old friends from college who have seen and done a lot worse than this to each other. Names mentioned in the second paragraph and near the very end. The rest is just borderline sexual assault.
Chapter 30 (M/F, con->ncon)
Tommy got the text from James after he’d already agreed to hang out with his old college buddies. While he was intrigued, he’d given his word to a few of his old friends that they’d spend the weekend together. They’d planned on going whitewater rafting, do some camping, and maybe pick up some chicks on the way. 10 long time buddies from Delta Tau Delta. Well, that was the original plan.
The first to fall from the group was Lawrence a.k.a. LL. Work caught up with him this weekend and he had to fly out of town Friday morning. Next was Mason 1. He and his wife had a big fight about him going out “with the guys” and he decided it would be better if he stayed along with her. Mason 2 dropped out next when his girlfriend invited him to their summer home in the Hamptons for the weekend. Gay Carl got sick and Straight Carl was depressed. Sully’s wife was expecting soon so he was out of any plans for the next 20 years. Reverend Roy was on house arrest, and The Wop ghosted everyone for the last week. That left Tommy and Mitch, and Mitch confessed that he hated camping. He only did it because everyone else was doing it. This all happened by Friday afternoon. Instead of going camping, they figured they’d just go out drinking a couple times this weekend.
Friday night they decided to hit up some bars in Collegetown. That didn’t go too well for them. First off, none of the colleges were in session so the only people around were those that stayed over the entire summer, and most of them didn’t frequent the bars. Eventually they bounced from Collegetown and made their way to the Main Shore. They ran into a different problem here. They were the “old guys” at most of the bars they went to. Tommy and Mitch were both 26, but there’s a world of difference between a 26-year-old going to the bar and how a 21-year-old acts. There’s not nearly as much to connect over, and it feels kind of awkward to make a move on them. Sure, everyone’s legal here, but it’s like playing a video game on Easy, almost not worth the effort. Friday night was more of a bust than anything else.
Saturday, the pair decided to just stay local and hit up a restaurant with a bar in it. Nothing too crazy, just one of the spots out in the Farrell Township area that was close to where they worked and lived. It was an Italian restaurant called Antonio’s. It had good food but was one of the more popular places to hang out on the weekends in the area. Nothing said getting old like looking forward to a night at Antonio’s. But hey, at least it wasn’t Buffalo Wild Wings or Olive Garden.
Much to Tommy’s surprise, the place was packed and lively. Recognizable music played at an acceptable volume for people to have conversations without screaming but also let people dance if they wanted, the drinks were a little higher quality, and the patrons ranged from the upper 20’s to their 60’s. There were a lot of good-looking women dressed nice. That’s when he realized the unspeakable truth.
Tommy had outgrown the club scene.
Mitch, on the other hand, hadn’t realized that the slow creeping hand of Father Time was catching up to him. He was still in the Thots and Shots stage of life. He bitched and moaned about the place for a while until he was ready to bounce. That’s when Tommy noticed a woman across the bar. She was blonde, pretty, a little on the shorter side, and sat alone. She looked a little like Morgana. Tommy decided that he was going to say hello.
While Mitch was calling for an Uber, Tommy made his way over and introduced himself. He did the quick check of both of them. His breath was okay, he wasn’t too drunk, she looked like she was alone, no wedding ring that he could tell. She wore a light dress, airy looking with lilac accents. Her blonde hair had a slight wave to it, ending at her shoulders. When she turned her head, he saw her ice blue eyes. She smiled briefly at him as he approached her.
“Hi.” Tommy said as he smiled, letting his charms take over. He saddled up next to her at the bar.
“Hi.” She smiled in return. She took a look at him, taking in his tall skinny frame and thick-rimmed ‘Clark Kent’ glasses. His purple button-up shirt worked well together with his black slacks and black dress shoes.
“See that guy right there.” Tommy pointed at Mitch, who was playing on his phone. “If he comes over, just say anything in a foreign language and pretend that you know me.” Tommy smiled a little as he said that, taking a quick glance as the blonde.
“Huh?”
“He’s my friend, but he wants to leave and I saw you over here, wanted to say hi. Hi. I’m Tommy.”
“Ella? Why the foreign language?” She looked a little confused at his request.
“Give me time to put on a disguise and lose him. Plus, I figure it’d sound cute coming from you.” Tommy pulled a pair of fake glasses with a Groucho Marx nose and mustache and put them on over top of his regular glasses. “Think it’ll work?”
Ella laughed at the ridiculous scene in front of her. Here was this tall, cute younger man pulling a ridiculous trick to get to know her. He was laying it on thick, but just thick enough to still be cute.
“If yer gonna go that far for my name, whatchya doin’ for my number?” Ella asked, letting a little smirk cross her face.
“I don’t know, I haven’t gotten that far yet. Might need magic kit, maybe pull a hat out of a rabbit.”
“You mean a rabbit out of a hat.” Ella said. Tommy put a shocked look on his face.
“Oh, I’ve been doing it wrong all these years. Shouldn’t have gotten that magic kit from the Dollar Store. Feel bad for Colonel Floppityflop.” Tommy tried to repress a laugh until Ella laughed. It didn’t take more than a second for her to laugh. She motioned for him to sit, shaking her glass of wine in her free hand. He took the glasses off.
“What brings ya ‘round?” When Ella spoke, Tommy picked up her Australian accent. It was subtle, more like Drew and Morgana’s but slightly different.
“Came out for the night, chance to meet new people. You?”
“Same. Where ya from?” Ella asked. Tommy took a sip of his beer.
“Me, I’m from Chicago originally but moved out here for school and then work. What about you, what brings you all the way across the world to Harbor City?” Tommy said, catching Ella a little by surprise. She changed her voice, putting on a fake American accent, almost Texan.
“What says I’m not from the States like Texas?”
“Well, if you were Texan you’d introduce yourself as Texan before American. And you’re not carrying an AR strapped to your back, and I haven’t been shot yet.” Ella chuckled at Tommy’s response.
“I’m from Australia.” Ella said, taking a sip of her white wine.
“Cool, which part?” Tommy took a sip of his beer.
“The capital.” Ella took another sip.
“Canberra.” Tommy replied, Ella almost choked on her drink.
“How? Yanks never get that on the first try.”
“My boss is from Perth and I have some friends from Melbourne. I kept guessing wrong and he made me walk home. What are you having?”
“This? Just a Riesling, unless you’re buying something different.” Ella smiled. Tommy flagged down the bartender.
“What can I get for you?” The bartender was in his late 30’s, dressed nicely for the bar staff.
“Do you have Old Young’s Gin?” Tommy asked. Ella looked on in surprise.
“Yes, we do.”
“Could we get 2 Negroni’s made with Old Young’s?” Tommy asked. The bartender nodded.
“Sure thing.” The bartender went off and prepared the drinks. A minute later, he handed them to Tommy. He took one and gave one to Ella. They both took a sip of their drinks.
“Very nice. So, how did you-“ Ella stopped mid-sentence, then uttered something that Tommy didn’t understand. He took that as his cue to put his Groucho glasses back on. Mitch walked over to Tommy, who pretended not to know him. Mitch just shook his head.
“I’m heading out, getting an Uber. Text me later.”
“Copy that.” Tommy said before giving Mitch a bro-hug. Tommy left the glasses on for a moment. Ella laughed at the ridiculousness of the moment.
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Ella and Tommy spent the next hour or so talking and drinking. He found out that she was in work for business. She worked for a company that specialized in consulting other companies on green building initiatives. She was a few years older than Tommy at 31, but still looked damn fine. She was flying back to Australia in a few days.
Ella had a good buzz going on and was feeling relaxed and a little flirty. This Yank was pretty cute, and seemed into her. She was leaving the country in a few days, ‘might as well have a little fun’ she thought. Her hotel was maybe a kilometer and a half away, or as Tommy said ‘about a mile.’ She was glad that she wore lower heels for the walk but she was definitely shorter than Tommy as they walked together. Even with the heels she was barely 1.3 meters tall, and Tommy’s close to 2 meters. ‘What did he say, 6’3”?’ Whatever it was, it’s tall. They walked together, at first holding hands then pulled in closer, arms around each other. He leaned in for a kiss right outside the hotel door. They kissed for a moment before breaking.
Tommy looked down at Ella as they walked, and he felt a fire grow inside. He knew he had to fuck her. She moved to go inside and he followed her, staying with her. A brief moment later and they were in the elevator, full-on making out. A minute later, and she’s getting her key card for her room out. Before Ella realized it, the door was open and they were on her bed, Tommy on top of her. His hands explored her, sliding up underneath her dress rubbing her ass and grabbing at her panties.
Ella felt a shock flash across her body as she laid there on the bed under him. All of this was happening so fast. She just met him, still barely knew his name, and here he was undressing her on her hotel bed. She had a moment of clarity as she felt him grab at her panties and tug.
“Wait, wait, let’s slow down a-“ Ella didn’t finish that sentence as Tommy went in and kissed her, silencing her protests. She felt him lift her bum just a bit as he pulled them over her hips and down her legs. She wanted him to stop for a moment, but everything happened so fast. She tried to push him off of her to get her bearings, but he just held her tighter and undid her dress. She again tried to push this man off of her, but he moved her hands to his dress shirt. Instinctively, she unbuttoned his shirt while he undid his pants. Before she knew it, they were naked on her bed. She tried to protest, to get him to slow down, to stop, to listen, but each movement he made either silenced her or ignored her. When she tried to slow things down, he played with her little tittes, exciting her. When she tried to keep her legs closed, he went to work on her twat, rubbing her clit to get her to open up for him. Even if she could say it, he wasn’t taking no for an answer. The only thing she could get out was making sure he had protection.
Tommy wasn’t going to let this opportunity get away. Ella was too sweet to let get away. She was a cutie in her own right, but the way she talked and walked reminded him so much of Morgana it wasn’t funny. She even wore the same type of perfume. He wouldn’t be denied. He ignored the pushing and pawing him away and kept going. He had her panties off quickly and had her dress loosened before she knew what was going on. When she went to talk, he’d kiss her to shut her up. When she tried to shy away, he’d play her body like a fiddle. He wasn’t going to stop until he was satisfied. All normal rules of conduct were out the window. ‘Besides, it’s not like she said no. She even asked if I had a condom.’ He told himself that this counted as consent.
While he slid himself into her, Tommy could her Ella gasp. She was wet, at least wet enough to get to the action soon. He slid in and out easily at first to make sure that he didn’t hurt her, but after a minute he picked up the pace. She still had her hands pushing up on his chest, but the more he fucked her, the less she pushed. A couple minutes more and she started fucking him back, moving her hips to the rhythm. Tommy was hitting the right spot and she at least wanted to have her fun. He might not have listened to her protests about slowing down, but at least she can cum from what he was doing to her.
Tommy kept fucking Ella as her breathing became ragged and short. She reached around his neck, guiding him to keep fucking her at the right angle. Tommy looked down and saw Ella on the cusp of an orgasm. He thought about where he was, and how much this cute little blonde under him was just like Morgana. The thought of fucking Morgy over and over again kicked over a new gear in him and his thrusts into Ella gained strength and speed. In his mind, he was fucking Morgana like no one ever had. Ella was a glorified sex toy for him.
This new rhythm threw off Ella. She focused as much as she could on reaching orgasm, but something changed. He was no longer fucking her, he was beating her with his dick. It started to hurt. She wanted to cum so bad, but Tommy changed when she was so close. She wondered how long he could go like this. ‘Surely, he had to finish soon.’ At least that’s what she thought.
Tommy fucked her like this for another 15 minutes. Ella no longer felt a part of this act. He wasn’t a partner trying to get her off, he was using her body. And she was so close, too. Now, she just wanted him to finish. She even tried faking an orgasm a few minutes ago to get him to wrap it up. She knew this assault would leave her sore and possibly bruised for a couple days. She tried talking dirty, but didn’t know what he liked so just started making some moans and noises like a porn star. And he still didn’t notice. Not even when she started crying a little.
For his part, Tommy did notice the tears, but not the way she wanted. Watching all that rape porn over the past few weeks really fucked up his fantasies, and here was living one of them out. Ella, underneath him, in pain and distress. She was so, so…
So. Fucking. Sexy.
He leaned down and bit on her nipple, causing a slight cry to escape her lips. The added discomfort was enough to push Tommy over the edge. He planted himself deep inside of Ella as he blasted jet after jet of semen into the condom around his dick. Just one blast after another until he collapsed on top of her. When he regained his breathing, he showed some tenderness by gently kissing her and stroking her face. She pulled away. When he got up and went to the bathroom, she wrapped the sheets around her.
Tommy was in the bathroom for almost 10 minutes, thinking about what happened. Something different took over inside him, and he wasn’t sure what to do or how to say. When he was dressed and cleaned, he went to talk to Ella, but she was already asleep. He tried to wake her with a gentle shake, but he gave up and left.
As soon as Tommy went into the bathroom, Ella covered herself with the covers and cried. She couldn’t believe that his cute, sweet man at the bar just an hour ago could be so rough, so mean in bed. She’s had enough partners in her life to know that this wasn’t normal. He didn’t care a flying fuck about her, just used her as a wet hole. She felt sickened, disgusted. Almost violated. Her ‘date’ took long enough in the bathroom that she could’ve fallen asleep. She figured that was her best bet. When Tommy came out of the bathroom, she didn’t want to talk to him at all. Instead, she simply pretended that she was asleep. He tried to wake her, but she kept the act up. Besides, he didn’t notice how she felt or acted during sex, why would he care now? He gave up after a few seconds, not saying anything as he left. Once the door was locked and she was sure he was gone, she cried in her pillow. This wasn’t how her last Saturday in the states was supposed to go. But in a few days, she’d be back home down under, safe with friends and family. And a few guys that weren’t selfish pieces of shit like this guy.
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Tommy made it home in one piece. He even made it back to the bar in time to get another drink. He thought about hanging out until last call, maybe pick up some cougar and fuck her good and hard, but he was worn out and tired. He drank his last beer of the night, then hopped in his company truck and drove home. After getting home, he had another beer before going to bed.
He saw some texts from Mitch throughout the night, but mostly ignored them until the next morning. Apparently, Mitch went back to Main Shore but struck out with some cosplay models. Somehow it was Tommy’s fault that Mitch can’t pick up a girl at the bar by himself. Tommy told Mitch to aim low, real low, then go up from there. They talked about Tommy’s escapades, and he regaled his friend with the tale of fucking Ella in her hotel room. They each figured they drank too much at the bars the last couple days and were going to hang out at Tommy’s place on the 4th until The Wop finally responded and invited them to his family’s picnic in Hillside. His parent’s neighbors like to host a big party every year on the 4th when they’re in town. Tommy felt a little weird about showing up but soon felt better when he recognized the neighbor. It was Chuck Hartman, the owner-operator of Hartman Construction and one of the largest contractors on the Pharma HQ project. They had a good time relaxing and partying. Tommy met the families, hung around and met what felt like half the neighborhood, and even got to see a couple firework shows. Hillside’s official show took place right over the hill from where Chuck’s house was, so they had a front row seat to that. The second show, that one was a little different. Several large fireworks were set off by Chuck’s brother-in-law and his co-workers. Well, they work in the same office. Chuck’s brother-in-law George is a cop and invited his friends from work over to the party.
Tommy had never asked the question “What does a firework show set up by the Chester County Police Bomb Squad look like?” After that weekend, he never needed to ask again. Though, he would have to ask everyone around him to speak up a little for the next few days until the ringing in his ears stopped.