“I don’t think she wants you to fuck her.” Another voice said.
“I don’t give a flying fuck what she wants, I’ll teach her to tell me fuck off when I ask her nicely if she wanted a fuck.”
“I don’t think telling her to get her gear off because you want to fuck her is the same as asking nicely.”
“Who the fuck asked you? Now give Tiny a hand to get her legs apart or I’ll belt you over the head.”
I don’t know what sudden urge came over me that caused me to intervene, but I did. Looking over the fence I witnessed one large bloke with his pants around his ankles and two smaller men with confused looks on their faces trying to restrain a girl who obviously did not want to be restrained and, given the appearance of the big bloke, I can understand her reluctance.
“Since when does it take three hulking brutes to overpower a petite young lady?”
“Who the fuck are you?”
“Someone who resents having his ears assailed by your foul language.”
“Ooh, would you listen to him, I bet he’s a poofter. Hey mate, join us and while I’m fucking this bitch you can shove it up my arse, or would you prefer it if one of these useless pricks shoved it up yours?”
“I would prefer neither, and I don’t think the young lad would prefer you shoving your cock into her. Why don’t you crawl back into whatever rat hole you call home and have sexual relations with your hand or a female of your own type?”
“And who is going to make me? I bet you couldn’t lift your wrist up enough to make a fist.”
“If you would like, you can step out to this side of the fence and see if I can stop you.”
“I might just do that.” He pulled his pants up enough so that he could walk, came through the gate and stood in front of me, thrusting his hips forward and shaking his cock suggestively at me. “Sure you wouldn’t like this up your freckle?”
“That doesn’t turn me on at all.”
“So what does?” He dropped his pants and, turning his back on me, he bent over, pulling his arse cheeks apart.
The temptation was too much for me, my foot collided with his balls in a most satisfactory manner, sending him sprawling on the ground, holding his genitals and screaming to his friends. “Don’t just stand there, grab him.”
“But, if I let her go she’ll get away.” The one holding the girl’s leg said.
“I don’t give a fuck, grab this cunt so that I can beat the shit out of him.”
“I wouldn’t advise that if I were you.” I advised him in soft measured tones.
This had them confused, on the one hand, they were sort of obliged to help their friend, while on the other hand, they were having second thoughts about confronting the person who had just taken out their friend. They chose the second option.
“I suppose that I’ll have to take care of this myself.”
“I wouldn’t advise that either.” I was as calm as I’d ever been.
I don’t know where he learnt to fight, but he got it all wrong. He lunged at me swinging his right fist, I moved to my left and two things happened, his fist missed my face, throwing him off-balance, my right foot swept across, tripping him. Once more he was face down on the ground.
“You useless pricks, give me a hand.”
His friends shrugged their shoulders and walked away.
He made one more effort to salvage his damaged pride, dropping into a crouch, he shoulder charged me. Pivoting to the left, I Brought my right elbow down, hitting him hard in the kidney region as he passed me. He stumbled, regained his feet and staggered off.
“Are you all right?” I asked the young lady, holding my hand to her.
“Who are you and what just happened here?”
“I believe that I just managed to save you from a fate worse than death. How did this start?”
“I was walking down the street when those three grabbed me and dragged me behind the fence. They were going to rape me until you came along.”
“Had you ever seen them before?”
“Not in person, but I did recognise Wayne, that’s the big guy. I work as a paralegal and he was in court charged with assaulting someone. I saw the file and must have filed the image away for future reference. The Public Defender requested some evidence we had and I was dropping the files into them on my way home from work. He was connected with the action. How can I thank you for saving me from that fate worse than death?”
“Don’t think of it, anyone would have done the same.”
“I don’t think so, you weren’t the first person to walk by, but you didn’t walk by and I must reward you. Can I take you to dinner?”
“You don’t have to.”
She took my hand and looked deeply into my eyes. “I insist, please let me take you to dinner.”
“Oh, all right, if you insist, but nothing expensive, I didn’t do that much.”
I took a closer look at this lady person standing in front of me. I had to admit that the sight of her laying on the ground with her skirt pulled up exposing her legs, that to be honest, to some would have been titillating, her panties hanging from one ankle, was not a good look. Now, with her dress smoothed down and panties back in their proper place, she looked to be a thoroughly respectable young lady and one that I would like to be seen with.
“Don’t be so modest, you did a lot. If it weren’t for you I would be on the ground here, watching through my tears as that bastard strutted off with his mates, having taken advantage of someone unable to defend herself.”
“First things first. I will take you to the police station where we’ll file a complaint against this thug, then I’ll take you to the hospital where you can be checked over for permanent injuries, not that you appear to have any, it’s better to be safe than sorry. But, before I do that I have to phone my work and let them know that I will be otherwise occupied for a while.” I took my phone from my pocket and dialled speed dial 1. “Hi darling, it’s me, what do you mean ‘me who’, it’s Stefan, I won’t be in for a couple of hours… damsel in distress… don’t be like that.”
“Was that your wife, or girlfriend?”
“Neither, it was my business partner. I have to talk like that, the bitch would have had me on speaker.”
“You’re not?”
“Go on, you can say it. No, I am not gay, but in my line of work it suits the image for me to appear to be, gay.”
“Just what is your line of work?”
“I am, for my sins, an Interior Designer.”
“That’s interesting.” She said it such a way as to indicate that she didn’t believe my non-gay protestations.”
‘How am I going to convince you otherwise?” I asked.
She kissed me, and while her lips pressed against mine, her hand found its way between us and grabbed him. He was interested enough for her to recognise that I was turned on by her. “I’m still not certain. Further investigation is required, first dinner, then back to mine.”
“What if I have a prior engagement?” I didn’t, but she wasn’t to know that.
“Then cancel it. I will not take no for an answer.”
“And just what will you do if I don’t?”