Arthur calculated how quickly he could tap the park bench beneath him. He had developed an arsenal of games to play with himself when he was bored. He would stop drumming his fingers against the wood with every passerby, shifting his eyes nervously away from idle mothers, children, and joggers.
He resisted an urge to shiver. It was cold for autumn. He wished he'd brought a coat, but he hadn't anticipated that he would have to wait this long. Susan wasn't normally late. Today though, she was very late, and Arthur wondered if she was coming at all.
She arrived inconspicuously.
"I'm sorry," she said. She had approached him from behind the park bench, sneaking up on him slightly. Her hair was untidy. Her eyes were watery and a little red. It looked like she had not slept – had not done much of anything to get ready – but she was still a spectacular fireball. The tank top she wore was low-cut and exposed her ample breasts, while her shorts barely hid the shape of her ass. She was a catch, for sure, but Arthur didn't love her for her body.
"It's okay," Arthur said. He was willing to overlook the tardiness, given how rare it was. He noticed a dry white substance on her face, barely visible with her creamy complexion. "You have something next to your mouth though."
"Oh." She turned away, licking her finger and wiping at her face with it. She turned back when she thought she had removed it. "Donut glaze."
"Semen."
"God, Arthur. Get your mind out of the gutter."
Dirty humor was something they normally shared, so he found it a little unsettling that she seemed offended by his remark.
They stayed at the park for awhile, watching people pass and occasionally taking a break to play Frisbee together. The activity made it easier to keep warm, especially since she wasn't huddling up to him like she normally did.
Susan seemed oddly detached the entire night, even as they waited for their food at the restaurant, and was only a reluctant partner in conversation. Arthur enjoyed her company, but her attention seemed more fixed on her cell phone than on him. His first thought was that maybe she was cheating on him, but realized that he was massively jumping to conclusions. He figured instead that she must have been dealing with something – a personal problem or a death in the family – that she just hadn't told him about. It had happened before, after all – she could be a very proud and secretive person.
About two years after they had started going out, Susan's father had died in a car accident. He had been taken off of the road by the drunk driver of an SUV. Arthur was almost certain that their relationship would end after that; like today, she was very detached and tense then. She nearly failed all of her classes that semester. Eventually though, he opened up to and comforted her, when he saw an opportunity, and she was thankful. She insisted that he had been her rock through that time.
As Susan coldly told him good night, Arthur quietly vowed to help her, whatever her issue was, and to get her to communicate with him.
The following morning, Arthur showed up at her apartment before work with a box of strudel. He thought he could talk to her over breakfast, and that maybe she would start to open up to him. When he arrived, he knocked the opening beats of the "Fresh Prince of Bel-Air" theme, which had been their secret knock. When she did not answer, he knocked harder. He realized that she must not have been home upon seeing that her car was absent, and he decided that she must have gone to work early.
He called her cell and left her a message, explaining that he had brought breakfast by, and that he hoped she was okay. He did not receive a call back until late that night, when he had been asleep for a few hours.
He picked up the phone and answered groggily. "Hey, honey."
"Hey Arthur." From the background noise, it sounded like she was at a party. He could hear one of Britney's new songs playing in the background. He silently chastised himself for recognizing it. "I'm fine. You don't have to worry. I appreciate your concern though."
"Where are you?" He had started to become more alert.
"Oh God!" She started breathing heavily. "Umm... I gotta go, Arthur! The music's picking up."
He thought he heard a man's voice, but he couldn't make out what the guy was saying. Susan hung up the phone.
Arthur started to accept, in dread, that his first intuition might have been correct. He did not get any sleep that night, thinking about the implications for his relationship, whether it was right for him to break up with her if she was cheating on him, and why she might have been doing it.
Throughout the week, he waited for Susan to call him, telling himself that he was still jumping to conclusions. He left two messages, calmly asking for her to explain what was going on, and adding that whatever it was, they could talk it over.
For an entire week, he received no call back. He had been inefficient and distracted at work. Though stocking shelves at the nearby supermarket was not a proud job, it still allowed him to pay his bills. He worried that if he didn't find peace of mind, he might lose everything.
Finally, he decided that he would try to find out what was going on for himself. He reminded himself that he needed the information so that he could know where to take his life – to know whether Susan was worth waiting around for. He found a disguise, and pulled up in the parking lot a small distance away from her apartment.
He was bound to look suspicious, he told himself, as he had put together the most stereotypical disguise imaginable. He looked like the unabomber, but the sunglasses, sweatshirt, and ball cap were the best disguises he could find at the local thrift shop, and he wasn't about to dump a ton of money into this. He felt creepy and ridiculous.
Her car was still there, which meant that she probably had not left yet. He waited several hours until it had become night, and when he had started to give up on her showing up, he saw her step out of her apartment stairwell. His heart sank when he saw that she was being escorted by a tall, handsome gentleman, and then he squinted to realize that he was not the only one she was with. Three white men, two black men and a Latino gentleman exited through the door frame, some of them ducking to get under it. They intimidated Arthur.
The guy immediately behind Susan reached between her legs. He took his finger and shoved it into the fabric of her clothing, fingering her pussy through the slim black dress and panties she was wearing. For a solid minute, she let him finger her, standing there moaning. One of the black men joined him, fondling her breasts and rubbing his cock against her ass through the fabric of his jeans. She eventually came to her senses, and realizing that they were still in public, she swatted them away.
Arthur's jaw dropped. He watched as the six men, most of whom towered over Susan, guided her not into her car, but into a strange black van. For a moment, he considered not following her – just leaving the relationship with his dignity, seeking therapy, and getting back on track. It made sense to him, and it was probably the proper move. But as the reverse lights on the van shown red, Arthur's foot moved to the pedal, as if by instinct, and he knew that nothing would stop him from following the van.
The city lights came and went as Arthur thought. Why would she do this to him? Why would she do this at all?
He began to wonder whether she had been doing this often, and how long she had been cheating on him. Then she imagined her fucking the six guys in the van, and his penis stiffened a little. He felt ashamed and that his mind was betraying him. After about ten minutes of driving, the black van pulled up to a familiar landmark. For some reason, the van had stopped at a nightclub, where Susan and Arthur had gone when they first started dating. Peculiarly, the club had shut down about three years ago.
It looked about as alive as it had ever been though. He could hear electronic music blaring from inside as he cautiously approached. He could see throngs of people inside, dancing. There was even a bouncer. For a moment, Arthur wondered if he had been mistaken, but when the van doors had opened and Susan stepped out, he knew that he had heard the news right.
She knelt on the hard pavement as the six men stood around her, pulling their dicks out one by one. Arthur gasped. They were all at least ten inches in length, and probably six or seven inches around. She took a black cock in her hand that was at least as big as her head, and in the middle of the alley, in the black dress that Arthur had bought her, she took the head of a massive white cock in her mouth. It must have been eleven inches.
"You gotta go deeper than that, bitch." The man whose dick she was sucking grabbed her by the hair and forced her face into his cock. She choked and pulled away.
