Chapter the Ninth: An End to a Perfect Day

We walked on in the warm summer night. The restaurant was just along the street and we wended our way there with the thinning crowd.

Dinner was a good way to end, or maybe start, the evening. We sat and joked about the way the previous evening's meal had been taken. It was nice to see how they really did feel they were happy with my actions.

Valerie was getting drunk on her arousal. Every sentence was a cause for her to hear an innuendo. She started out simply giggling with the thoughts but as her need increased, she began to find them seriously affecting her ability to talk.

Amy was likewise becoming more and more attentive to Valerie's predicament. It was lucky that we were in a secluded part of the room because as I was just about to take a mouthful of my sorbet, Valerie let out a deep growl of passion.

Amy had moved closer to her friend. Although their body language implied that they were engaged in a whispered conversation, I could see that Amy had slid her hand up Valerie's leg and was worrying the crotch of her panties. Valerie giggled to cover their actions, dropping her face into the crook of Amy's shoulder. With a little shifting about, Amy managed to produce her friend's sodden panties with a flourish. Val's fingers twitched but because of my controls, she was unable to do as she wanted and couldn't relieve the throbbing itch in her cunt. She looked at me with a desperate plea in her eyes.

"Pleeeease Danny! let me have one! Pleeeease!" she wheedled.

I infuriated her with my negative response. She snorted like a mare in heat and slumped back. Amy was almost deliriously attempting to smother her nose with the fragrant lace of Valerie's panties.

"Amy" I started sternly. She looked up at me sheepishly and smiled. I continued, frowning at her like a father would "put those down and finish your meal... both of you."

I had to smile at the clumsy way in which they tried to comply. Amy was unable to find a place to put Valerie's sticky underwear without attempting to sniff at the fragrance and Valerie couldn't really hold on to her cutlery. After a short period of trying their very best. I called the waiter over to ask for the bill.

The young lad, in his smart uniform, was quite agog at the two honeys that were squirming next to me. I even made Valerie, much to her embarrassment, 'accidentally' show him her moist pussy as she uncrossed her stocking-clad legs.

She blushed a crimson red but couldn't stop the sexual arousal peaking even higher because of it. I winked at the stuttering boy and wide eyed, he smiled back. I signed the bill and we stood to leave. I noticed that there was a nice dark stain on Valerie's cushion where her bare bottom had been and shrugged my shoulders at him. Pressing a good sized tip into his sweaty palm I whispered

"Some guys get all the luck eh?" winked, and walked out. Valerie in her embarrassment wouldn't understand that he'd not remember much of the incident after walking through the kitchen doors on his way to tell his buddies.

Our progress to the car was slow. Both girls had lost their co-ordination and were busily purring into my ears. We made our way down to the parking level in the elevator and I had a hard job keeping a straight face as both girls tried to get me to take more notice of their predicaments. The quiet parking floor was empty of vehicles save for a few in a cluster around where we had parked. I walked the three of us across and began to get my keys from my jacket pocket.

The fact that I had spent a civilised evening at the ballet and then a dinner full of sexual tension must surely go some way towards explaining the fact that my head was totally up my arse. The three -- fuck-off big -- bastards who swung to face us from behind the pillar were a sudden surprise and I was completely off guard and unprepared.

Luckily the girls were to my side and a little behind me. They both shrieked at the sight of the thugs and would have bolted if I hadn't grabbed their arms and pulled them silently to me. Thug number one, was one of those sour faced weasels of a man. Too much nicotine and bad smack had left his face sallow and his eyes deep with malice. His partners were equally ugly in both mood and appearance.

They were stockily built and wore the uniform jeans, button-down shirt and dirty jacket of what used to be called skinheads. They were now too old to fit that teenage clan and had progressed to even meaner living on the street. But they were sure as hell nasty. I wanted to just get in my car and go home but they stood between the cars and us.

"Oi!" He swaggered as we pulled up short. "You fuckin' cunts are going to give us your fuckin' money!" He jabbed a grubby forefinger in my direction with each statement. I decided to play it sensibly, offering to get my wallet from my jacket if they left us alone. He hacked up a gob of phlegm and spat at me. From the four yards or so, it nearly hit my shoe. I tried not to flinch but it was obvious that we weren't going to get away with giving them anything in my pocket.

"Girls, behind me" I said forcefully so that they'd obey instantly.

The three uglies took up a line to stop us and began to move to our flanks.

"Listen, we really don't want any trouble OK?" I tried not to sound frightened but that was a tall order.

"You ain't no trouble cunt we just want to cut you up," he pointed at me chuckling menacingly "... and then we're gonna fuck these two" he lifted his grizzly chin to Amy and Val. The girls whimpered and tried to hide behind me.

"No you aren't " I said. There was a limit to what I could allow to go unprotested.

"Fuck you, cunt "

I took up a defensive stance that placed me in front of the girls and allowed me access to anyone who might come in first. They just eyed me belligerently.

Obviously used to fighting, they didn't care what I did. With experienced speed, the two accomplices rushed us and grasped both screaming girls in bear hugs, the leader was on me equally fast. His fist hitting me square on the cheek.

Now, I'm not a fighter, most of my waking life is engaged in office work and exercise usually consists of moving nothing more than my fingers. But I do keep fit and plenty active, I like to take the hits when I play. So I was surprised by his punch, which was actually a lot harder than I was used to, but not as stunned as his usual victim. My concentration level was beginning to sharpen quite dramatically and I calmed my breathing to allow myself to slip into my 'zone.' The girls were being dragged away from me and, spinning with the impact of the first punch, I saw he was coming in with another.