Jimmy is defeated

Jimmy hit the floor with a heavy thud, blood trickling from his nose where Ethan’s final punch had landed. He groaned faintly, dazed and barely conscious. Ethan stood over him for a moment, breathing hard, his fists still clenched, but the fight was clearly over.

“Tiffany,” Ethan said firmly, his voice cutting through the tense silence. Tiffany, still trembling and disheveled, adjusted her dress hastily and stepped out of the stall. Her eyes darted nervously between Ethan and Jimmy before she bolted past Ethan and out of the restroom, muttering a shaky, “Thank you,” as she fled.

Ruby remained behind, her gaze fixed on Jimmy as he lay crumpled on the floor. Her chest heaved slightly, a mix of adrenaline and lingering fury coursing through her. She should have left with Ethan and Tiffany, but something about the way Jimmy looked—broken, humiliated, yet still carrying that same air of vile audacity—kept her rooted in place.

As her eyes drifted down, she noticed the bulge in his pants, his erection straining visibly against the fabric. A wave of disgust and something else—something she hated to admit even to herself—rippled through her. How could he? Even after being beaten down, even after everything, the sheer audacity of him lying there like that, with a hard-on no less, made her stomach churn and her blood boil.

Her mind raced with thoughts she didn’t want to entertain but couldn’t suppress. He had actually intended to use that—his cock—on her. To **** her lips around it, to push it inside her pussy, as if she would ever let someone like him come close to her body in that way. The gall of him to think for even a second that she might have entertained his vile proposition, that she might have willingly spread her legs for him, made her skin crawl. And yet, the raw reality of it—the fact that his arousal, his physical intent, was still so brazenly evident—sent an involuntary jolt through her body.

Ruby clenched her fists, her nails biting into her palms as she fought to suppress the unbidden sensation of heat pooling in her stomach. It wasn’t desire—not for him, not for this—but a twisted response to the intensity of the moment, the primal energy of confrontation. She **** herself to take a deep breath, her anger rising again to drown out the unwelcome stirrings.

Her eyes narrowed as she stared down at him, her lips curling into a sneer. “You’re pathetic,” she spat, her voice low but dripping with venom. Without hesitation, she lifted her foot and drove it sharply into his crotch. Jimmy let out a strangled groan, his body curling inward as pain overtook him, his erection quickly forgotten in the wake of her decisive blow.

Satisfied, Ruby turned and walked out of the stall, her expression hardening as she joined Ethan and Tiffany in the hallway. Tiffany was pale, her hands trembling as she smoothed her dress repeatedly, clearly struggling to process what had just happened.

“I’m going home,” Tiffany said abruptly, her voice barely above a whisper. “Please, don’t… don’t tell anyone about this. I just… I can’t.”

Ruby and Ethan exchanged a glance, and Ruby nodded. “It stays between us,” she assured her softly, placing a hand on Tiffany’s shoulder. “Just get home safe.”

Tiffany nodded quickly, avoiding eye contact, and hurried off toward the exit. Ethan exhaled slowly, his hands still shaking slightly from the fight. Ruby lingered for a moment, her gaze trailing back toward the restroom door before she shook her head and followed Ethan out. The three of them would keep what had happened a secret, but the memory of Jimmy’s audacity—and the raw, chaotic emotions it had stirred in Ruby—would linger far longer than she wanted to admit.