Cheating Boyfriend

 

"Morning Brenda, what's wrong? We don't usually see you in here till the evening?" the bar owner asked.

"Morning Manuel, Cappuccino, please. I am feeling teed off, very teed off, and that is not good, for someone. I will not swear I know you don't like it in the bar, but I am so tempted to" Brenda said.

"Why, that is my job you know, to listen to peoples woes. Serving drinks is just a sideline," he said, and laughed.

"I found out last night that my live in boyfriend has been fucking half the fucking village, behind my back," Brenda told him.

"Oh, not good, what are you going to do, throw him out?" Manuel asked.

"No, and yes, but I am going to make him sorry first, very sorry," Brenda said.

"Oh, may I ask how?" Manuel asked her, placing the cappuccino in front of her.

"I was the dutiful woman last night, his dinner was on the table when he came in, the flat was nice and clean, and I had a sexy outfit on, displaying seductively, my assets," Brenda told him.

"And what assets, they are," Manuel commented, looking at her ample breasts, and deep cleavage.

"Thank you Manuel. I happened to have some sleeping tablets, and dropped two in his drink, later that evening. My skirt was so short my suspenders showed, and the tops of my stockings. He thought we would be going to bed for a fuck. He stripped off, and smiled at me, as I began to disrobe.

Then he got into the bed and passed out, fast asleep he was, out cold. I got dressed again, and began the preparations. I locked all the kitchen cupboards with chains, I packed all of his clothes, they are in those two suitcases," she told him pointing to the two by the door, "I locked all of my clothes in a safe room I have, and then put a chastity device on his cock. When he wakes up in about half an hour, he will be faced with two or three options. Leave naked, use the face cloth to cover his dignity, it will be big enough, it is six inches square, so plenty big enough for his little thing, or he can put on the 'G' string I left out for him, the bra, suspender belt, stockings, and the mini dress, oh, and the stiletto heels I left for him, as well. Just to make sure he didn't feel out of place, I also left my make-up for him, and a wig.

On the dressing table next to the make-up, I left him a note.

'Ring one of your lovers, to collect you, your clothes are at the Taverna, and to get them you will have to come for them. The key to the chain is in my handbag in a locker in the bus station, I am off to Tenerife for a week. I expect you to be shacked up with one of your lovers, by the time I get back. If not a hospital bed is waiting for you, you cunt.' And I signed it.

"Those are his cases of clothes, his cases?" Manuel asked.

"No they are mine, I am going to Tenerife. I chained his to the steel support out front, I also put a load of cement in the cases, his pathetic lovers will not be able to lift them," Brenda said, taking a sip of her coffee.

"When do you fly out?" Manuel asked.

"In two hours, a last minute deal. I left him with no food, no clothes and no fucks," Brenda said.

"A woman scorned," Manuel said, shaking his head.

"Manuel, I have fed him, clothed him, and screwed him, for the last twelve months, and he isn't happy, and goes screwing around. How many fucks does he want, in a day?"Brenda asked.

"He is definitely the looser here, you are a very pretty woman, and he was the envy of most of the men around here, sleeping with you. Have the coffee on me. Won't he just ring one of his lovers, and ask them to come for his cases?" Manuel asked.

"On what, the phone, he did buy it, so I packed it with his clothes, I haven't stolen anything. I have just moved them to a new location. Thanks for the coffee, see you in a couple of weeks," Brenda said, and made to get off the stool.

Manuel was almost as quick as Brenda, when the woman entered her nose bleeding, and she was stumbling, Brenda caught her, and helped her to a stool.

"What happened to you? Let me look at you that is nasty, cold water and a cloth Manuel, please?" Brenda asked.

Manuel handed her the items, and made another coffee, for the lady this time.

"I-I have got to leave him, but he follows me, and drags me back," the woman said weeping.

"Who does?" Brenda asked.

"M-my boyfriend, we live together, and when he has been drinking, or is upset, he takes it out on me. I am sick of it," she explained.

"Does he? Stay here, whilst we call the police," Brenda said.

"Why? They will arrest him, and then send him back to beat me up again. I think he has broken my nose, this time," she said weeping.

"Where is he?" Brenda asked.

"Bitch, get home, and get the fucking house clean, it is disgusting you laze fucking whore," the big man in the doorway shouted at her.

"Hey, hey don't you think," Manuel began.

"Who the fuck asked you?" the man asked, Brenda smiled, and looked at him.

Brenda stood up, and walked towards him, her arms limp by her sides.

"Asshole, get out. Manuel has just barred you, Haven't you Manuel?" Brenda asked him.

"I-I don't want any trouble, in here," Manuel said, the guy was big.

"There won't be, we will take it outside, if I need to. You fuck face, will leave, and do not go near this young lady ever again, or you will answer, to me," Brenda said.

"Ha, move over bitch," he said, and tried to push past Brenda, who took his arm, and twisted it right up his back, bending him forward, and slamming his head into a table.

"Special ops, I could just as easily have killed you, now, outside," Brenda said, and pulled on his arm making him go towards the door, which she opened with his head, and then pushed him out into the car park.

"Right bitch you asked for it," he said, and took a wild swing at Brenda, who ducked, and landed a punch in his belly.

"I am obliged to warn you that my hands are licensed, as weapons, now care to try again?" Brenda asked him.

He looked at her, and ran at her, she sidestepped him, and he ran forward unable to stop into the refuse bin, headfirst, stumbling as he went.

Now he was mad, and swung wildly at her, she just ducked, and dodged all his punches, and finally fed up, she punched him in the nose, and he fell to the ground, out cold.

"Sorry Manuel, but there is a large piece of garbage in your car park, tell him where I live, and suggest that he avoids me, at all costs, unless he would like me to straighten his nose, for him, I just broke it. Now what is your name?" Brenda asked the woman, not even breathing heavily after her fight.

"Maria," she replied.

"Maria, do you have anywhere to go?" Brenda asked.

"Not really, he will find me, and beat me again," Maria said.

"Manuel, you have a spare room here you used to let out, can she stay here for a week or two, till I get back?" Brenda asked.

"I-I don't want any trouble," Manuel said.

"There won't be, if you don't tell anyone. Maria you will have to stay in the room hiding, if I wasn't going away I would have taken you home with me, but there is a rather large piece of excrement in my bed at the moment, and he will have a problem he needs to sort out, so I can't take you there. The piece of garbage will have gone by the time I get back, and then you can come, and stay with me," Brenda said.

"Brenda, are you sure, he is rather big. You must have been lucky to break his nose," Manuel said cautiously.

"Manuel, he is out cold, if he enters this bar again, tell me, and he will run, when he sees me. You don't know me, apart from being a, hopefully, nice customer, who uses your bar. I am nice, until I am upset, and then I am very, very nasty, and the person responsible regrets their actions, as the piece of garbage in my bed will be, just about now.

Oh I forgot, the sleeping tablets give you one hell of a hangover, and I turned the alarm up, full blast, and put it in a bucket on the dressing table. When it goes off, it will take him, ten minutes to recover from the noise, when he finds the alarm clock.

It does not pay, to upset me," Brenda said, laughed, and turned to leave, when the man opened the door.

"Care to try for a second round; if not get out, you are banned. Maria is staying with me, at my flat. Enter the street, and I will bounce you out of it. Now fuck off, before I lose my temper," Brenda said, and he left, his head hung in pain, and shame.

Brenda was five feet eight, he was close on six feet tall, and broad, but she knew how to handle herself, and used his body weight against him.

"If you go back to him, you are a bloody fool," Brenda said, in a stern voice, and walked out.

"Manuel, can you lend me some clothes, the bitch has taken them all," a red faced man stood in the doorway asked, hiding his genitals with a small piece of cloth.

"Brenda, is not someone you screw around with, is she? Come in, and go in the gents. I have some old clothes that should fit you," Manuel said, laughing.

Maria laughed as well, as the man shamefaced, skulked into the gents, hiding.

A couple of weeks later, and Brenda arrived back, she entered Manuel's Taverna, and sat on the bar stool.

"He used the face cloth, and asked me to help him, I lent him some clothes. I hope you don't mind?" Manuel asked her, as he served her with the coffee.

"You mean he actually walked from the flat to here naked, except for the face cloth. Ha, ha, ha, the arse hole. I wondered what he would do. Mind you the dress wouldn't have suited his colouring," she said, and laughed.

Manuel joined her, laughing at him.

"I see he got his cases. Where is Maria, she didn't go back, did she?" Brenda asked.

"No, she has stayed in the room, her black eye is going down and the bruises are going, she came down the first morning, and cleaned the bar for me, and has done every morning, before, I arrived, then she went back to her room. She has a cooker in there, and made me lunch each day, do you have to take her, she has been a big help, to me?" Manuel asked jokingly.

"Yes, she can stay with me, hiding in her room, is no life," Brenda said.

"Maria, Brenda is here, you can come down now," Manuel called up the stairs; she came down, and smiled at Brenda.

"You can stay here, or come with me, and stay at my place, it isn't a palace, but I do have two bedrooms, and you are welcome to one of them," Brenda said.

"Thank you, I would like that, Manuel has been very kind to me, but it isn't fair, on him," Maria said.

"Not fair, I don't think I have been fair to you, doing all the cleaning and cooking me lunch. I will miss you, thank you for all your help," Manuel said, smiling at her.

"You bought the food, it was the least I could do," Maria said.

"I hate long goodbyes, so come on Maria, let's get you home," Brenda said, she paid for the coffee, and they left.

Maria stayed with Brenda for a month to allow things to cool down and then moved into a flat in the same block, her ex-boyfriend never came near her; he feared Brenda, with good reason.