The Fight Club

by P. A. Jones

  The Fight Club

  P.A. Jones

  Copyright © 2013-16 PA Jones

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  This is a work of fiction. All characters, names, place and events are the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously.

  Table Of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 1

  Julie

  "You look happy today." Martha said, walking to me from the corner of the club. I was washing my oily hands after massaging one of my clients.

  "I'm not," I said, trying to hide my grin. She was right, it wasn't a normal boring day for me in the health club. I had a secret in my heart, which I was dying to share with someone.

  "Come on. You're practically blushing right now. I never saw that much pink on your face, ever."

  "I'm going...nothing, just forget it. Actually, I'm just planning something...um..."

  I bit my lip. I couldn't tell her about my plans. But part of me longed for her to dig more. I was dying to share the news with someone. I was on the fence, and I just wanted someone to say yes.

  "You ought to tell me. I'm your friend. Don't you dare hide something from me!" Martha insisted.

  Martha wasn't my best friend. She was the gossip queen in the health club I worked at, so telling her would mean announcing it to everyone. The news would travel faster than the speed of light. But I was itching to share because it was the best news I had in decades. I just couldn't let it slide.

  "Meet me for coffee exactly in a half hour. Let me clear my cabin. I'll come to the cafeteria straight after."

  I had my own cabin now. Last month I qualified for the elite trainer category, and I was given a masseuses cabin for my therapy sessions. A feeling of pride was associated with the elite trainer category and I carried that with me every day.

  "Roger that. And you are going to pay for our coffee, because you're the happy one. Remember, the happy one pays." Martha winked and walked away. She was always like that, ready to jump on anything free that she could get her hands on.

  I sighed and walked to my messy cabin.

  ***

  I saw Martha walking towards me through the array of wooden chairs. The cafeteria we were sitting in was recently acquired by the health club I worked in, but they kept the old wooden look of cafeteria intact.

  I knew she must have ordered the quantity equivalent to her dinner, because I was paying. But I ignored it because I was too thrilled to pay attention to such things.

  "I will propose to Eddie tonight." I sputtered out the news. I was holding onto it for so long, I feared that my chest would burst. I had been planning it for months now, and as the moment drew closer, I was getting more and more impatient.

  "What?" Martha's eyes widened. "Wow, you're proposing to Eddie! That's big news." I knew she must be getting impatient to tell it to all the common friends .

  "Yes, tonight."

  "How?" she asked.

  "I will buy a bottle of champagne, and then when I get home, I'll cook his favorite dinner. Glazed Country Ribs with extra cheese. I'll play his favorite tune on my iPod, and then I will bend down on my knees and ask him to be mine forever." In my mind, I could already see it happening. I knew once I did this, he would say yes, and I'd put the ring on his finger. I wished for the evening to come early.

  "How romantic. I wish I could see it with my own eyes. Anyway, how long have you been together?" she asked.

  "Almost three years now. I met him in college."

  "So college love story, finally coming to a happy end." Martha's order came, and as I suspected she'd ordered a max jumbo burger with loads of French fries and a chilled coke.

  "Yes. We never discussed this, but I plan to have three children, at least." A grin covered my face. I'd been thinking about this for a long time, and today was the day I set the plan in motion.

  "What's so special about today?"

  "It's the day we met for the first time, in one of those boring classes of physio-therapy." I closed my eyes, to relive watching him enter my class. He wore those nerdy glasses that were out of fashion at the time. On top of that he wore a full sleeve tee and formal trousers. He looked like Sheldon from the famous nerdy TV show. Actually way cuter than Sheldon.

  "But why you? I don't understand why you're proposing to him. Shouldn't he be the one doing it? The man should always take the lead, if you ask me." She took another large bite of her burger.

  Martha was really irritating me with that burger."It's not like it's written in stone. I have seen girls proposing to men," I defended.

  "Yes, it happens sometime. But I thought you'd give Eddie a chance to be the man." She gave me a fake smile. I knew she'd be adding spice to the whole story when she told it to others. But I couldn't care less.

  "You can say I'm the man in the relationship." Eddie was little shy. He didn't even talk to me in our first class together. But he was too adorable to avoid, a cutie with nerdy glasses. Many of my friends wanted to put a marker on him, but I succeeded.

  "I bet you are." Martha giggled.

  I knew she remarked on my appeal. Many girls in the health club called me manly, only because I lacked some common things girls loved, like lipstick, makeup and curves. But I loved my work, and I was good at it. That's why those girls remained laughing while I was promoted to Elite Rank at the club in less than a year.

  "I think I should leave. I better get to my apartment and arrange everything." I wanted to show her the ring, but I decided not to. She was a jerk, and I was already regretting talking with her.

  Come on, Julie. Cheer up. None of this will matter once Eddie says yes.

  "Please pay the bill. I don't have my wallet with me right now." Martha took another bite of her large burger.

  "Sure." I didn't want to pay for her dinner, but I did anyways. I didn't want to start my happy evening on a bad note.

  "Thanks, and all the best." She flashed me a fake smile.

  ***

  I felt proud when I took out the ring box from my pocket while I walked to the taxi stand. I'd spent thirteen hundred dollars on the ring, and I was damn sure that it would look good on Eddie's finger.

  I caught the first taxi and told the driver my address. If I could, I would have flown to my home, but they haven't invented flying cabs yet.

  He'll like this. He is definitely gonna like this.

  I felt nervous when I thought about what Eddie's reaction would be. Would he be angry at me? He didn't like surprises. He even complained when I bought him surprise gifts on his birthday. But this surprise wasn't a birthday gift.

  I should focus on what should I say when I go on my knees.

  "Eddie, this is a thirteen hundred dollar ring, and I have sacrificed my savings on this. So please accept it."

  It sounded so funny when I thought about it that way. But I didn't think about what I would say when I proposed.

  Damn, shall I go on one knee, or not? I will just ask him plain and s
imple.

  Yes, plain and simple sounded good. Going on my knees was a shitty idea. He would freak out if I did that. I just needed to prepare dinner, make him feel nice and cozy, and when the timing was right, I'd ask him if he would marry me. How simple and nice. I giggled.

  "Come on, taxi, get me there fast," I mumbled. The taxi driver was taking a lot of time to reach my apartment.

  "Hey lady, don't worry, he's going to say yes." The driver looked at me through the mirror and smiled.

  "Thanks." Even the taxi driver noticed that I was going to propose to someone. How foolish was I?

  ***

  My heart was racing faster with every step I took up to my floor. I could have used the lift, but I chose the stairs instead.

  I would've never thought I would propose to Eddie. When I was small, I always thought that my prince charming would come on a white horse to take me with him. Eddie was my prince charming, but it was me who would take him along with me. Just a reversal of the role. Nothing unusual.

  I smiled as I thought about the scenario. But my hand was shivering when I put the keys in the hole. I stopped for a moment and took a deep breath. I needed all my courage to do this. Thank God, Eddie was on a business tour and wouldn't be coming back before eight. I would have just enough time to prepare.

  I should have practiced this with someone.

  I heard some weird sound when I opened the door. Like someone was crying. It was coming from Eddie. What is happening to him? Is he all right?

  My heart sunk with all the possibilities. I ran towards our bedroom, freezing when I came to the door.

  Eddie was laying on his stomach, completely naked and tied by four ropes to the corners of the bed. And a bulky hulk kind of person was fucking him. He was almost six feet tall, and spread horizontally. His body spread fear in my mind.

  I took a moment to understand what was happening. That man was raping Eddie.

  "Please!" Eddie cried. He was in pain, I could see the veins popping out on the back of his neck.

  "Fuck!" I shouted out loud. I didn't know what to do.

  That man turned when he heard me, his cock came out of Eddie's ass. Eddie turned his head. When he looked into my eyes, I could see the fear that man induced in my Eddie.

  "Julie, please." Eddie begged.

  Something burned inside me. That man had assaulted Eddie, the love of my life. God, I wanted to kill him.

  I looked at him. He was twice my size. But I didn't care, I charged and lifted my knee up to hit him on his mouth. When my knee landed on his chest, he stumbled backwards from my surprise attack. I jumped on his chest and hit his neck with a vertical hand, very hard. I knew it would knock him out for at least an hour. I had learned Martial Art's techniques very well when I was a child, and I built up on the training when I joined college.

  That hit did the trick, and the bastard got knocked out easily. I checked his pulse, but it was steady.

  "Eddie, my baby!" I ran to untie him. He was crying loudly. When I untied him, I held him tightly to my chest.

  "I'm so sorry, baby." Tears flowed through my eyes. I felt horrible for him.

  "Why did you do that?" Eddie wept.

  "Don't worry, baby. He's out. We will call the cops and get him arrested. Don't worry. I'm with you."

  "Why did you hit him, Julie?" Eddie shouted.

  "What?" I held him at an arm's length. "What do you mean? He was raping you, and you are asking me why I hit him? Do you mean why didn't I kill him?"

  "No, why did you hit him? He was just doing what I asked!"

  "What?" I let him go and jumped backwards, away from the bed. "What did you say, Eddie? Did you ask him to fuck you that way?"

  "Yes. He's a male escort. I called him to fuck me."

  "Have you gone mad?" I asked. I couldn't believe him.

  "No. I've been trying to tell you forever, but I couldn't. I'm gay, Julie. I'm so sorry."

  Chapter 2

  Noah

  "Good evening, sir!. Shall I bring you the usual?" Sam asked me as I grabbed a chair in front of the bar. Sam had worked at the Maxim bar for a long time, and me being a regular customer here, he understood me and my tastes.

  "Yes, Every Monday I come here, and you dare to ask me the same question again and again. Where is your manager? I want to complain about the bad service." I chuckled, as he knew I was joking.

  "I'll be asking the same questions every Monday as well, sir." He smiled and poured a shot of whiskey for me.

  "Who do you think I should take out for a date tonight?" I moved my gaze from all the people around, searching for my prey.

  "It's your choice, sir! " he paused. "You have already asked this question twenty-six times." Sam chuckled as he put my glass on the bar top.

  "Who is your manager again?" I asked.

  "Jesse, and you know him too, Mr. Noah Rich." He smiled and poured more whiskey in my glass, as I’d emptied the earlier one.

  I liked the man. He was jolly, and wasn't affected by my fame. With him I never had to ask for a refill.

  "What do you think about the brunette there?" I stared at a girl in red dress, standing at the opposite corner of the bar.

  "The one in red? I think I saw her with a man. He kissed her like he’s her boyfriend," he replied.

  "That makes it more interesting. I like her large tits. Unless she’s married, I don't have an issue in claiming them." My mind was already playing with them.

  "You can try, but I doubt you’ll score tonight. You’ll get punched by her boyfriend,” he said, taking away my glass.

  "There is no girl in L.A. who can say no." I jumped up. I was ready for the hunt. "What do you say? If I get her to sleep with me, will you pay for my drink next Monday?"

  "I'm not falling for that again. You’ve already cost me one day's worth of my salary." He got back to attending another customer. He’d lost the bet once. He wasn't ready to lose it again.

  I smiled and made my way to the lady in the red, with my eyes fixed on her tits. I wanted to see them bare and bouncing with every stroke I pushed inside her pussy.

  "Hello, miss," I said.

  She looked my way. "Are you talking to me?" She had a soft voice, augmenting her flawless skin and red cheeks.

  "Of course. There is no one else as beautiful as you in this whole bar." I gave her my special smile, the cocky one. I knew girls fall for that.

  "Oh. Hello Mr..."

  "Noah Rich. CEO of Orange Computers." I extended my hand.

  "Did you just say Orange Computers?" Her eyes widened.

  "Yes. The one with the thinnest laptop out there. We’re launching a new mobile soon. If you want, I can show you the prototype." I lured her, I knew she would be amazed by the idea of looking at a prototype design.

  "And what brings me this honor?" she asked, eyes hungry at the opportunity.

  "Nothing other than giving me the chance to have dinner with you." I winked.

  "Just a dinner? Nothing else?" she looked around. She must be thinking about her partner.

  "I don't mind if you decide to ride my cock for the night after the dinner." Girls loved rough. And I gave them exactly that. "I hope you don't have a crazy husband or boyfriend who will kill me for just talking to you." I smirked. I didn't want me and a married woman making the news next day.

  "No no, I'm on my first date. But the hell with it. You’re way more charming than him. Let's go." She took my arm.

  "I must warn you."

  "About what?" she asked.

  "If any reporter catches a glimpse of you with me, you will turn into a news item overnight."

  "Who cares? I'm thinking about the night ahead, and the prototype, of course." She giggled.

  I knew her kind. Foolish for fame. And I liked those ones, because there was no next day breakfast-type interaction. Once I was done fucking her, she’d be out of my hotel room in next few minutes. Just my type of gal.

  ***

  One hour later, she was lying in my bed, texting someone fro
m her mobile.

  "I hope it's not your husband you’re texting." I didn’t want to fuck a married woman, even by mistake. That would be a complete mess, and I didn’t want any marriage to break because of me.

  "Come on, it's my mom. I told her I would come stay with her tonight. But I doubt you would leave me before tomorrow afternoon." She winked.

  I wasn't planning for that. I just wanted to fuck her, and then let her go. After all, she was the twenty seventh one. I didn't plan to spend my whole night with her. But I didn't want to tell this to her right now, so I just smiled at her.

  "Now, come on. What are you waiting for?" She raised her hands to either side of her torso, inviting me in.

  "I got it. You’re horny. Don’t you worry. Your pussy will be exhausted when I get done." I leaned over and grabbed those large tits I was dreaming of touching for the last two hours. It would be a pleasure to free them from her bra.

  "Be gentle with them.” She laughed.

  "Anything but.”

  I quickly lowered her dress down her shoulder, I wanted to see those tits bare and naked.

  Fifteen minutes later, she was lying on the edge of the bed. I was standing in front of her, and her legs were propped on my shoulders. I was fucking her brains out, and she was crying in ecstasy. My eyes were fixed on her bouncing tits because that was my ecstasy for that night. The more her tits bounced, the more I patted myself, in my mind. They looked exactly as I imagined when I first noticed her this evening.

  ***

  "Gosh, you came so hard. I'm already exhausted. I’ll need a heavy breakfast tomorrow morning." She sighed as I rolled next to her on the bed.

  "Are you planning to stay here for the whole night?" I never gave excuses to women I fucked. I just didn't want to be stuck with those girls, having pity fights. No. I don't do sleepovers.

  "What did you just say? What the fuck? Are you throwing me away, just after you fucked my brains out? How cheap. I don't expect this from a billionaire like you,” she complained.

  "Do you really think that you’re the first girl to say this?" I smirked. "I might just lose the count."