Sophie and I went out to this club she likes with some of her girlfriends. She dressed let's just say very revealing. Tight top with a deep cut, tiny black shorts, high heels. She looks incredible but I always feel like I’m parading a trophy I don’t deserve. Her friends’ boyfriends mysteriously all had to work late so it was just me stuck. I sat at one end of the bar my gf was at the other end laughing with the last remaining friend.
Then this big guy Jett- shaved head, built like hulk, black, very confident. At first it looked like normal bar flirting, my girl laughed, touched his arm. The bartender started talking to me, told me fights dudes who step to him takes their girls. Told a story about some couple where the boyfriend tried to check him, got knocked out in one punch, and Jett left with the girlfriend and according to bar gossip fucked her in the parking lot while his friends maybe watched.
I kept watching. Jett pulled Sophie. She pointed me out. He looked right at me, gave a cocky nod, hen tightened his grip on her waist. Walked over, cleared my throat three times. I said we should go. Sophie whined the night's still young and pulled away from me harder than she ever pulled away from him. Jett bought her another drink, I mumbled something about her being my girlfriend. He smiled and said he'd love a piece of ass like this for one night and squeezed her ass in front of me. They went to the dance floor. His hand was halfway down the back of her shorts. I sat back down. Bartender poured me another drink and shook his head like I’d already lost. Jett had thrown her over his shoulder, her ass up as he carried her toward the bathrooms. Tried to follow, got pushed. Ended up at the back of the bathroom line and finally got in. She was sitting on the toilet lid. She was stroking it, spitting on it, then took the head in her mouth. He held her hair and fucked her face. He pulled out, slapped her face with it, made her lick his balls. Then said he needed that tight white pussy and he yanked her shorts and thong aside anyway. She came. He finished inside her. She looked half-passed out.
Sophie hasn’t said a word about that night. Acts like it was a normal girls’ night. I haven’t confronted her.