Mark Dubois Alternate Ending

The change of conversation settled down Tom's thoughts as well, and it also helped that, with Lila speaking, he could sit, with beer glass at his lips, and eyes just barely visible over the rim, and listen, without having to utter a word. Which is exactly what he did for the few minutes until their meals arrived; his silence only broken by the occasional grunt of encouragement for her to continue, and forced laughs. Whether his wife had noted the tone that had accompanied his comment about hiking up her dress and fucking her on the table, the Detective wasn't certain, but he couldn't forget the images it had brought to mind. Simultaneously, he attempted to fight them, and keep the date as he'd intended it to be. A romantic dinner between a
loving husband and wife.

"You like that, baby?" Tom placed his beer on the table, and finally spoke when the meals arrived at the table, and he gazed at Lila when she moaned at the taste. Completely unaware of the stalker, standing at the bar, and of the toy buried in Lila's pussy, being used by another man to give her pleasure. He raised an eyebrow, and stared for longer than necessary, something about sound having given him pause, then shrugged it off, as the smell of his steak wafted up into his nostrils, and he collected his knife and fork. Rare, just as he'd ordered.

As opposed to their easy conversation in the car, and although Lila attempted to keep the mood going, Tom sensed the atmosphere had changed between them, and subsequently paid more attention to the careful cutting and chewing of his food, than he really needed to, only once or twice shooting Lila a smile at her coy glances, and commenting on the quality of the meal. Mostly, he contemplating what the remainder of the evening would bring, and if he could conveniently arranged a phone call from the station, requiring his immediate presence. Making love to Lila was the last thing on his mind, although fucking her wasn't, and before he knew it, she'd mentioned the check.

That's when he really looked at her, and what he noticed caused his eyes to spring wide open. Along with the moans, which he'd put down to her enjoyment of the salad, the woman's face was flush and her skin possessed a glow that the Detective had witnessed many times before, usually in the throes of passion, and a cold shiver of premonition crawled it's way down his spine. Something wasn't right. That concern was only exacerbated when she scooted over, and he glanced down at the hand she'd placed on his leg; the show of affection in such a public place, not usually expected from Lila. "What present? he asked as he placed his hand on top of hers, and his brows furrowed in confusion. "On the bed-stand?

"Lila, have you been drinking again, Lila?" That final question probably wasn't the best one to asked in the circumstances, not with a woman almost seated in his lap, her touch approaching his crotch, and breathy promises of pleasure being whispered in his ear, however Tom was bewildered by her comments. Why the fuck was his wife acting like this, and what did she want? Him to fuck her as he'd promised, or was she only teasing.""

As the words dissipated, and Tom continued to stare at her in confusion, Mark Dubois, elbow resting on the bar, and staring at the couple, slid the switch of the toy up to it's highest setting, causing the vibrations to pleasure Lila's cunt with increasing and unavoidable frequency, and for the a low humming noise to become audible to the man she was seated next to.
When it did, Tom Ross glanced around, and the creases lining his forehead grew deeper, before the expression on his face changed, and he cast his down to the place from where the noise emanated. Between his wife's legs. The Detective might not have been been the type of romantic to have purchased the gift himself, however, he was aware such toys existed, and with his ears attuned to the sound, and the knowledge of where it came from, the reasons for Lila's unusual behaviour swiftly catalyzed in his mind, and he suddenly jumped to his feet with with enough impetus to send the table crashing over.

, and the crockery and cutlery to smash on the floor, and bounce across the carpet. Tom Ross wasn't even aware of the silence that enveloped the restuarant, or that every set of the customers eyes were upon them as he brought Lila up to her feet with them, and shoved his hand under her dress and between her
legs.

"Is this some sort of fucking joke,?" he hissed in a voice reminiscent of the Tom that had raped her, as he brought her to her feet with him, gripped her by one arm, and shoved his free hand between her legs. Moments later, he'd twisted her panties aside, and forced his digits into her cunt to grasp the small cylindrical metallic object, which still buzzed when he ripped it free, and held it up to her face. "What's this, baby? Trying to get back at me for that night, or you just need to get yourself all worked up, before you'll sleep with me again? Do I sicken you that much?"

All the anger, and fears about her leaving him, had returned, and Tom didn't even noticed the silence that enveloped the restaurant, or that every customers eyes were upon them when his scream pierced the air, and he backhanded Lila harshly across the face.
"Weak bitch, you created the monster, don't fucking blame me. It was your fault." The veins in his neck pulsed, and his face grew redder and redder, as he continued to tell, and he slapped her again before his arms were suddenly gripped from behind by two men, and the toy fell from his grasp.

The actions caused him to release Lila, however, the man wasn't finished, and his blood-shot, murderous eyes remained fixated on his wife, "It was nothing less than you deserved, whore,", as he jerked, fought and flailed his fists against the combined strength of the strangers who attempted to subdue him, The irony of the situation was that, for the time that night, as Tom smirked at her reaction and the swelling his slap had begun to raise on her cheek before he was finally wrestled to the floor, he'd gained an
erection.