Why You Don't Sleep With Another Man's Girl
Author's Note
Nothing fancy. Nothing multichapter. Just a guy that thinks he can do whatever he wants learning why you don't fuck another man's girl. He might just be the kind of guy whose idea of retribution is to beat seven shades of shit out of you.
Why You Don't Sleep With Another Man's Girl
Facet looked over the two calendars of Fluttershy that Klein had made with disgust. He was currently waiting for Klein in the Pink Circle's meeting room, still silently seething from what Twilight had confessed to him about Klein's latest depredation. On Twilight herself. Apparently Klein thought that Facet was a limp dicked, rope muscled weak willed excuse of a man because he hadn't yet gone all the way with Twilight. That couldn't have been further from the truth.
He took a sip of his drink as he waited. Whiskey was ridiculously easy to sneak around in a flask, and mixed with Doctor Pepper was impossible to notice in moderation. Contrary to Klein's mistaken thoughts, Facet was far from weak. In either body or personality. He exuded an aura that commanded respect from those around him. His gravely voice carried a gravitas that bolstered that aura. And his body was a well toned temple of muscle that could bench press 500 pounds. And yes. He was equally well endowed below the belt.
It was taking all of his restraint to stay calm as he waited for Klein to arrive. But finally, he did. That smug man, no. Not a man. Klein didn't deserve to be called a man. He was a misogynist. The very personification of misogyny. He was the sort of creature that gave the more radical feminists all their ammunition. It was Facet's example that kept the Pink Circle from being such a group. Not that Klein could tell the difference. All he thought about was selfishly bedding any attractive woman he came across. Damn their opinions, damn if they had significant others, damn everything that stood between him and his utter selfishness.
"So what do you want?" Klein asked. That voice already grated him. "Who are you anyway? Some stand in for Facet? Doubt Twilight would have a guy like you for a boyfriend considering how receptive she was to my-"
"Shut up!" Facet's voice hadn't risen above his gravely normal tone, but the force it carried slammed into Klein like a freight train and he immediately stopped talking. Taking a pull from his drink, he set it down and turned to Klein. "I am in fact Facet Orichalcum. You were expecting somebody smaller and easier to bully, like Paul. He's a friend. And I don't approve of how you've indirectly hurt him by drawing Fluttershy into cheating on him with you."
"That limp dick doesn't-"
"I'm talking!" Facet snapped in that same tone. "When I am finished talking, then you are allowed to respond. Until then, you're going to shut. The fuck. Up." Klein shutting up was gratifying. At the end of the day, Klein was a bully. Best way to deal with a bully, declaw, defang, and otherwise take away their power.
Facet held up the first calendar. The one from when Klein first met Fluttershy. "When this popped up, it took all of my restraint not to find you and feed you your teeth. I decided to wait and see what you would do when confronted about it." he set the calendar down and picked up the second one. "Then you made this one. The one that marked the beginning of you having sex with Fluttershy behind Paul's back. After Fluttershy came to you in good faith asking you to do something selfless for once in your pathetic life." He stared at Klein. "Now you may respond."
"Good. You were getting boring with that lecture," Klein said. "I don't really see the problem. You see how the women on this campus dress. Showing off their curves. Just bitches cruising for cock no matter what they say."
"Do not use that word in front of me," Facet warned.
"What word?" Klein asked with a grin. "Bitch?"
"Yes," Facet replied. "I really do not like that word when it's not referring to a female dog."
"Why do you hang out with this Pink Circle group anyway?" Klein asked. "You could have any of them on their backs pounding their pussies, and you haven't. Why not?"
"Multiple reasons," Facet replied, setting down the calendar in his hand and sipping his drink. "First and foremost because I respect them as people. I respect their boundaries. Twilight was a lesbian until she gave me a chance. Fluttershy is dating Paul. And Gilda is a lesbian. I don't look at attractive women and see walking sex toys. I see living people with their own thoughts, hopes, and dreams." He stared at Klein. "A creature like you would have been better suited for the dark ages. When behavior like yours was the norm. But in the modern age, you're the exception, not the rule. Do you understand me, Klein? Your opinion of women is the minority now. And quite frankly, you give men a bad name. It's an insult to men to even call you a man."
"Big talk from a guy that can't even break his bitch in," Klein shot back with a smirk.
Facet's grip on his glass tightened, the glass beginning to audibly crack as he glared at Klein. "Say that word one. More. Time."
Klein clearly didn't know when to shut up, since he grinned at the muscled man in front of him daring him to press his berserk button again. "Bitch."
In a flash, Facet hurled his glass, which shattered against Klein's forehead and sent him tumbling onto his back, cradling his bleeding face while yelling in pain. Too bad for him they were the only ones in the building and the cameras were offline for maintenance that afternoon.
Facet stalked toward Klein and delivered a powerful kick between his legs, making Klein scream as his hands released his face to cradle his crotch, leaving Facet to step on Klein's head. "You think being a man gives you the right to treat women like toys?!" He stomped Klein's head. "You think you can fuck another man's girl without consequences?!" Another stomp. "That dick of yours isn't a free pass to do whatever the fuck you want!" He picked Klein up by his shirt and propped his face on the table by his teeth before driving his elbow into the top of Klein's head and breaking the fucker's teeth.
"I called you here today to teach you some manners!" Facet said as he pulled Klein up and punched him in his jaw hard enough to break it, letting Klein be knocked to the floor by the force of the blow. Taking a moment to breathe and collect himself, Facet cleaned up the glass shards, collected the calendars, and then picked Klein up and carried him out of the building and too his car. "I'm not so heartless that I won't drive you to the hospital. Who knows? Maybe a few months eating through a straw will teach you how to treat a woman."
