Meat Market Anthology

by S. Van Horne

  “What are you thinking about?” His voice was a deep growl as he looked over at me. He totally knew what was going through my mind. Not having the voice to answer, I just shrugged and gave him an innocent smile. “Don’t look at me like that while I’m driving, baby. This is a busy road so I can’t pull over and fuck you on the hood like I want to.”

  Gulping, I turned away with my face on fire and willed myself to think about things that would calm me down.

  “You can bet your sweet ass though, that the second we get into our room, I’ll give you what I’m thinking up,” his eyes were on the road ahead, but his voice was filled with dirt and promises.

  And there went my panties for good. Sighing, I shimmied them down my legs and put them in the map holder on the side of the door.

  Walking into the pretentious hotel that the event was being held at ended up not being the hell that I’d expected thanks to Damian growling sexual promises at me the whole time.

  We were just checking in, when a ‘friend’ of mine from school, Sarah, came up to us.

  “Tabitha,” she squealed in her fake squeaky voice. “Oh, my gawd, it’s so good to see you.” She was staring at Damian the whole time, licking her lips. “Who’s this?”

  Damian must have picked up on the tension radiating from me because he took a step closer that ended with him pressed against my back and held his hand out. “Damian, Tab’s man.”

  Hooking her clawed hands around his hand, she tugged slightly, but he stayed where he was. “Oh, I didn’t know! I assumed that you were coming with Br…”

  “Brett?” I asked in a fake cheery tone. She’d squashed her shoulders in that way, so her tits almost fell out of her tramp clothes and given how much she’d betrayed me, I didn’t want her anywhere near Damian. “Why would you think that considering you spent so much time coming with him when we were together?”

  Her mouth opened and closed a couple of times and she had the audacity to look shocked and hurt. “What do you mean?”

  Stepping forward, I kept my face firm and my voice hard. “Sure you do. Prom, graduation in the guys’ toilets-against the urinals. You didn’t even have the class to get a stall,” I sneered. “Let’s see, where else? Oh, yes, the night he proposed in the restaurant toilet while I called my parents, on my bed at my birthday party. The list is endless really.”

  “But, Tabitha, I thought we were friends,” she stuttered, trying to deflect from the guilt and truth being thrown at her about how much of a fucking trash bag she had for a crotch. It got filled and then thrown away for the next thing.

  “Tell me, friend.” I made sure to keep my voice loud as I saw Brett’s parents getting closer to us. “Did it feel good to fuck me over by fucking Brett? Did it make it hotter? Better? What? Obviously, you weren’t much good because I don’t see him beside you…so friend, what did you gain?”

  The crocodile tears disgusted me, but I’d achieved what I had wanted to as I heard Brett’s mother gasp and look at Sarah in disgust. She’d always been viewed as the virginal angel by the town when really, she was a fucking door knob. Turning to walk away, she saw the look on Brett’s mother’s face and then ran out the door.

  Damian had been at my back, his hand stroking my arm the whole time, but seeing how quickly she left he started chuckling. “Damn, baby, that made me even harder. Time to make a move to our room.”

  We started walking quickly in the direction of the elevator, when Brett’s parents reached us and his mother, Philippa, looked at Damian with disdain.

  “Darling, you can’t believe everything you hear, you know.” She tried to sort the top of my dress out, but I backed away from her hand. Anything to do with this family disgusted me.

  I was about to tell her to fuck off, when my parents and Grant walked up to us too. My parents kept a safe distance from me, but Grant chose to always be oblivious so long as he was benefitting, so he walked up to me and gave me a big hug. The draft from my lack of panties and the knowledge that the skirt of my dress had lifted a bit high had me holding onto it. The bastard, Damian, laughed again.

  When I was back down on the floor, my dignity intact, I made the introductions. “Grant, this is my boyfriend, Damian. Damian, this is my family,” I choked on the word deliberately. “And this is Philippa and Roger.” I gave a careless gesture to the couple standing glaring at him.

  Nodding at all of them, Damian held my hand tightly as he said, “Pleasure to meet you.” I’d told him Brett’s parents’ names before we arrived so he knew who we were dealing with.

  “Tabitha,” Philippa simpered with a malicious look on her face. “Come now, we’re practically family. In fact, your fiancé is here.” She looked around, pretending to be innocent and oblivious to the bullshit she was pulling.

  I was saved from giving a bitchy answer by the appearance of Grant’s fiancée, the biggest slut in the world and the bane of my life in high school, Rita. “Grant,” she whined, and like Sarah, her tits were falling out of her clothes. She was about to say something when she caught sight of me and her face twisted into a sneer. Damian moved behind me, distracting her attention. She stood staring at him for a good five seconds before her fakery took over. “I’m Rita,” she held her hand out. “And you are?”

  “Damian,” he said, but didn’t take her hand. Instead, he stood still with his grip almost crushing my hand.

  “Oh, and who are you?” She let out one of her irritating giggles and I just wanted to slap her. Actually, no, I wanted to slap Grant for being such a fucking dickhead. Obviously, my parents had arranged this bullshit because Rita’s dad was the head of a large bank in our area and the money and prosperity would be a huge asset to them.

  “Tabitha’s man.” She blinked in shock and then looked back at me. Damian had obviously had enough of the bullshit circus playing out because he tugged me toward the elevators and said, “It’s been great meeting you, and we’ll definitely catch up with you later, but it’s been a long drive and Tabitha needs to lie down.”

  Mine and Brett’s parents shot a look at each other before Mom stepped forward and literally yanked me away from Damian. “That’s okay, David.” She deliberately got his name wrong. “I really want to spend some time with my daughter.”

  Knowing that she wouldn’t give up, I gave an exasperated nod to Damian reassuring him, before slapping her hand off me. “Let’s go then, shall we?” I started in the opposite direction to where I’d been going, assuming that it was what she’d intended. Sure enough, she and Philippa started following me.

  “You look so beautiful,” Philippa coo’d as she tried to rearrange my hair in mid step. “You know, Brett is so looking forward to seeing you again. He’s been talking about it all wee...where’s your ring?” She grabbed my hand and held it up.

  Pulling away from her, I laid it out. “Well, when I found him with his dick in one girl and another sitting on his face, I took it off. As luck would have it, a couple of nights later after I’d been filled in on how many vaginas his dick had seen throughout our relationship, and FYI…” I winked at her. “Your son is an overachiever. Well done you! Anyway, I saw this guy with nothing, begging, so I gave it to him.”

  Her cheeks were scarlet with either embarrassment or anger, or maybe even both, by the time I’d finished and my own mother wasn’t looking much better.

  “That…you…that must have been a mistake,” Philippa said as she straightened her spine and then pulled at the bottom of her over-the-top suit jacket. “Anyway, it would have been outdated now. We’ll fix that.” She shook her head, trying to flick her hair over her shoulder, but it was too short and just got caught on the gaudy baubles in her ears. “So, your mother and I would love to catch up so we organized a private room in the restaurant with some cake and tea. You love tea.”

  I followed behind them, unable to stop the grimace; I hated tea. Well, unless it was a Chai, those I loved.

  We passed tables filled with faces familiar to me from my old life. Oh, how lovely, there wa
s my biology teacher. The one that had fucked Brett on Valentine’s day while I was at home with bronchitis. Giving her a look that screamed what I knew, I walked past her, delighted when she dropped her fork and whispered to her companion before standing up and walking out. Bitch!

  “I need to go and freshen up,” my mother said, breaking off in the direction of a sign that said toilets.

  “Oh, I’ll go too. The heat is just too much, isn’t it?” Philippa made conversation as she looped her arm through my mother’s. “Tabitha, dear, you go in and get comfy. We won’t be a minute.”

  Knowing in my gut what was waiting for me on the other side, I opened the door and came face-to-face with the man that I once thought was something, but now I knew was no better than a trodden down lump of dog shit.

  “Petal,” he walked toward me with his arms open.

  Stepping to the side quickly, making sure there were chairs between us, I leaned against the wall and crossed my arms.

  “Asshole,” at least I acknowledged his existence. “What do you want?” I wasn’t going to beat around the bush. I wanted to get to Damian, have a shower, have Damian, and then maybe have a drink or five so I could cope with the bullshit tonight.

  “Now is that any way to talk to your fiancé?” He had the audacity to look disappointed in me.

  Sighing, I walked swiftly to the door, maintaining a safe distance the whole time. “I’m out.”

  I’d just reached the door when he grabbed my arm in a grip so tight that I let out a scream. “Oh no you don’t,” he snarled in my face. “This shit is over. I’m going to remind you who has the final say in this relationship.”

  I was struggling and trying to scratch him as he pushed me up against the wall and started grinding his limp french fry sized cock into me.

  This wasn’t looking good.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  DAMIAN

  STORMING OUT OF THE ELEVATOR, I walked toward the restaurant knowing that it was most likely where the vultures had taken Tabitha. This whole debacle reminded me of my own family and it left a sour taste in my mouth, one that only Tab could get rid of.

  The maître de pointed toward a door at the back just as a scream came from that direction. Running, I pushed past the two witches who were trying to barricade the door and slammed it open, hitting someone behind it.

  “Fuck off,” a deep voice shouted. “We’re busy.”

  Slamming it shut, I took in Tabitha struggling to get away from some over-styled prick who was tearing at her dress. Not stopping to think it through, I grabbed him by his hair, disgusted by the amount of greasy shit he had in it to make it look like shit, and ripped him away from her.

  “This is none of your business. This is between me and my fianc…” I was sick of people calling her that and through the red mist that was in front of me, I saw my hand fly past my head, hitting him right in the nose. There was a crunch, and then blood started spraying everywhere.

  Being the true pussy that he was, he fell to the floor and curled up into the fetal position crying and holding his face. I wasn’t done though.

  Leaning down, I grabbed his shirt and yanked him up so that we were eye to eye. “You leave her alone. If you see her, you walk the other way, or I will rearrange your face so well that no surgeon will ever be able to fix it. Do you understand?” I gave him a shake, hard.

  “But she’s mine,” he whined through his broken nose before squealing and holding his face again. Disgusted by the pathetic pussy, I stood up and gave him a swift kick in his right kidney before walking back over to Tabitha.

  “Are you okay?” I whispered, wrapping my arms around her shaking body. My poor baby.

  “No,” she suddenly growled and stormed over to the asshole on the floor. Lifting her leg, she gave him a swift kick to the crotch making him scream and release his face in favor of the gap between his legs. “Stay the fuck away from me, you pathetic tiny-dicked piece of shit,” she yelled, and then walked toward the door.

  When she opened it, there was no one on the other side. Obviously, they knew it was bad inside the room and had run while they could. They could try, but I was going to make sure that they paid for what they were about to let happen.

  Grabbing her hand, I walked us toward the elevators, ignoring the stares on us. As we got in, she froze and grabbed the collar of my shirt.

  “What the fuck is this?”

  Sighing, I recounted to her what had happened when I’d dropped our shit off at our room.

  Twenty minutes earlier…

  I’d just dropped the bags on the couch in our room and was looking around whilst undoing the buttons on my shirt. I needed a shower and to get changed desperately. It had been a long assed drive.

  A dirty grin crossed my face as I looked at how big and comfortable the bed looked and all the things that I could do to Tab on it.

  I wonder if she had sexy underwear with her…

  My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door so I opened it and something slammed into me taking me back a few feet. The door was on one of those automatic close things so it shut behind whoever it was. Looking down, I recognized Grant’s fiancée, Tabitha’s soon to be fucking sister-in-law, who was tearing at my shirt and grinding against my leg.

  “Mmm, I knew you’d be amazing under those clothes.” She was trying to kiss me as I tried to push her off me, but she had her nails in my neck. “I can do things to you that that prude would never try. You poor baby.” She licked up my neck and I shuddered in disgust.

  She was touching me under my shirt and headed for my zipper and belt when I grabbed her sides.

  “Get the fuck off me!” I tried to be firm, but gentle. I wasn’t the kind of guy who could hurt a girl, but this was making me feel nauseous.

  Determined not to let go, she jumped up and wrapped her legs around my waist. I could feel her pussy against me when her skirt ended up around her ass. That was it for me.

  “I want you to fuck me hard, handsome.” She was trying to suck my earlobe and reminded me of a mosquito. Irritating as fuck and didn’t take the hint.

  Walking over to the door, I opened it.

  “You have to know that Tabitha’s the town skank, right?” She started spewing shit when she saw the predicament she was now in. “She’s had everyone. Poor Brett had no other option but to get it somewhere else because that’s what she did. Her family hate her because she’s such a fucking leech. The only reason she’s here is because Grant felt sorry for her…”

  It was all such petty desperate bullshit, and I was done listening to it.

  Grabbing her, I dropped her on the floor. Not even bothering to say anything, I turned around and closed the door in her screeching face while I did my shirt up.

  “She’s with Brett at this very moment,” she screamed.

  That got my attention, and I opened the door, stormed past her and got in the elevator that was fortunately open on the floor. Hearing her say Tab was with Brett, I was starting to panic. Not that she was fucking him willingly, I knew her better than that, but that he was forcing her.

  I couldn’t get to her fast enough.

  Present…

  The hurt look on her face cut me deep.

  “I swear nothing happened, baby,” I tried to reassure her.

  “Oh, I know that. But that bitch is dead.” Tabitha’s scowl promised retribution.

  Walking up to her, I pulled her to me. “Can we just go to the room and relax?” I begged. “I need a fucking shower.” I could smell the overwhelmingly sweet and strong perfume that the chick was wearing all over me, and it was starting to make me gag.

  Wrapping her arms around me, she nodded against my chest. “I’m sorry you have to be around these twisted psychos,” she whispered into my chest, making me smile against the top of her head.

  “That’s okay,” I rubbed her back. “One day I’ll tell you all about my own family, and we can compare notes.”

  I was saved from her questions by the elevator arriving on o
ur floor and the doors opening. This weekend couldn’t go fast enough for my liking.

  The rehearsal dinner took place that night and was over the top and gaudy. We’d just finished our meal and were listening to the boring speeches which totally distorted the truth about the couple when Brett’s parents and the asshole in question walked up to us. His nose was crooked and both of his eyes were black.

  “How dare you,” his mother fumed. His dad looked around bored until a waiter walked past with a tray of tumblers with whiskey in them. Reaching out, he took two and switched off while he savored the alcohol. “Look what you did! We’re contacting our lawyer first thing on Monday. You’ll be ruined—”

  Standing up, I said loudly, “I doubt it, but let me just say this…it was your son who was trying to rape Tabitha while you and her mother stood outside making sure that he wasn’t interrupted.” I stepped closer to where she was standing beside Tab’s mom. “Was it not?”

  The look on her face betrayed whatever botox and plastic surgery that she’d had done because she looked like a wrinkled, haggard testicle.

  “Nice try—” she started, but I had the ace card here.

  “Mmm, no, it’s not a try.” I crossed my arms and smirked at her. “I have witnesses. Lots of witnesses. Ones that you can’t buy off.” And I did. Turns out, these two families were hugely unpopular and this bitch’s son had a penchant for ignoring the word ‘no’, so there were a lot of people who were willing to tell the truth.

  She went gray as she took a step back, looking at her husband for help. The waiter was just passing back though so he was otherwise occupied. Her son was shaking his head at her, knowing full well that he would be royally fucked if those people spoke.

  Reaching down and holding my hand out for Tab’s, I helped her up from her chair and put my arm around her. “So, if you’ll excuse us. As much fun as this has been, my woman and I are going to retire from the night.”