Escaping the Past

This story is part of the 750 Word Project in Literotica. The challenge was to write a story using Literotica's minimum word count of 750 words and only 750 words. It was a fun challenge. I had three ideas and this is the one I decided to complete. Some day I may submit the others without an event, just because. I encourage everyone to give it a try.

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I was at a club listening to the latest thing when she walked in. The latest thing was something called "jazz," and all the dolls came out to listen and dance. I was lighting a fag with my head down, so I missed her approach to my table. I normally like to be alone unless I invite someone over, but this dame had a nice set of headlights and great gams.

I didn't need to introduce myself; clearly she knew who I was.

Now I wanted to get to know her. Nookie was never a problem for me, but there was something about this one that suggested just having seen me in the movies or at the theater might not do the usual trick.

"Please join me....?"

"Dorothy. Thank you. I saw you alone and have been a fan."

"Well then, you know everything about me, I'd imagine."

"I know what I read in the papers. What's something no one knows about you?"

There was something about her that suggested she disapproved of some of what she read. I'm no sap, so instead of regaling her with stories of who I'd rubbed elbows with, I told her something I'd never before told anyone.

"You'll get the goods, but be careful what you wish for."

"I'm a modern girl. I won't be fainting at anything you say. Just keep it square daddy-o."

"This is a story about my first wife."

This got a reaction from her. "I didn't know you had a wife before Bess."

I knew I had her hooked. I told her my hidden past.

"I was young when I met Frieda and she was the bees knees. We got married and got our own place. It was a small apartment that was cold in the winter and hot in the summer. We didn't care, though, because it was ours. Not ours because we rented and didn't own it, but it was ours because we shared it.

"We struggled, back then, but we were in love. I worked mostly nights. It was gig to gig back then. I was doing magic at that time. They called me 'The King of Cards.' I was making ends meet but it was scary each month.

"My gig got canceled that night, so I came home early. I opened the door and saw Frieda with another man in flagrante."

Her eyes lit up, "You mean fucking?"

Damn. This dame had moxie. I gave her my charming smile.

"It was a sight I'd never seen. He took her from behind like an animal. I was in shock. I thought she was being defiled. I charged him and then I was punched in the stomach and I went down. I lost my breath. When I recovered, I was tied to a chair with the ropes from my own apartment I used for my magic act. I strained against the ropes, but was unable to free myself. I looked up and saw him continue.

Frieda was encouraging him, if you can believe that. I screamed out, "Baby! Please stop this."

"I can't Erik. His cock is so big. I need this."

I struggled against my bindings. I couldn't watch and closed my eyes. I couldn't close my ears. I heard her screams of pleasure, as I heard the sound of him entering her again and again. All I could manage to do was tip my chair backward and take a knock on the head. That's when the lights went out. When I opened my eyes, she and he were gone.

"I can't imagine getting over something like that. You clearly did though. Still, it must have had an effect."

"It certainly did. That night was a Friday; I hated Fridays for a while, bleccch. Now I love them. I decided to transform myself. Erik Weisz was dead. Frieda Weisz was dead to me as well. I became a new person. I would never again be tied up and not unable to escape. I would never again be unable to take a punch like that. I would be the one who women wanted, not a victim. "

"That's quite a tale. Thank you, Mr. Houdini."

"Call me Harry."

She pointed out her wedding ring. "I'm not some chippy, Mr. Houdini."

With that, she left. I had played my cards wrong there. Well, the night was young and the dolls were plentiful.

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Thanks to jezzaz for creating the event and all those who assisted. Thanks Black Randi for editing my story. Sadly, even at only 750 words I did need an editor. She also thinks my story is 15 words short. My word processing software says it is exactly 750. Please count and let us know which of is is correct. As always, I'll try to reply to all comments for the first two days and all emails after.