And You Will Find Love

"I'm going to a 'thing' too. Just got dressed up for it."

"Wish you hadn't cut your hair. And where're your beautiful knockers?"

He started for her, with hands extended to touch her breasts. She threw the airport's business ledger at him. The heavy book grazed the right side of his head.

"This could be fun," Chet teased. "Kind of kinky, you know? You looking more like a boy than a girl."

As he lunged for her, she threw the paper spike on her desk at him. It missed him and stuck in the floor.

Throwing himself on Barbara, Chet tore open her Navy shirt as she lay on her back.

"What the fuck!" he groaned. "What'd you do to your knockers? They're tied tighter than an old maid's chastity belt!"

Barbara called out for help, even though she knew no one could hear her.

Chet gave up on trying to remove the gauze from her breasts. Instead he tore her bluejeans open at the crotch.

Then he pulled his formal trousers down with his shorts and began humping her.

Screaming and tossing, Barbara was unable to push her attacker off of her.

"Moose called me a Pretty Boy," Chet taunted as he spread her legs and penetrated into her. "But you're prettier. I'd rather you looked like you used to, a beautiful girl. But after all this time, I guess I'll have to take what I can get."

Pinned under him, Barbara could not pull herself away as Chet thrust himself into her again and again. After several minutes, to her surprise, she realized he had not yet come. The realization came to him then, and he began to curse.

While continuing to pump himself into her, but unable to release semen, he voiced a stream of agonies...

"I've had to wait too long for you! I'm over-excited!

You look more like a boy than a girl! I can't do it to you the way you look!"

Barbara knew it could be fatal for her, but began to laugh.

It was funny to her, after all. Now Chet finally had his chance with her, he couldn't complete the job of raping her.

"Don't laugh!" he cried out, almost in tears, his white tie having come undone and his silk tuxedo shirt torn from her defensive hands. "It isn't funny! I'm just over-excited, that's all! I don't think you're a boy. It's not that!"

As Chet lifted himself out of her and sat back on his knees, Barbara's hands searched beside her on the floor. Her fingers found the paper spike. With one strong tug, she pulled the sharp end from out of the floor. As Chet began to lower himself back onto her, to try again to ejaculate into her, she raised the paper spike high as she could behind him. She brought it down hard.