BENNY WATTS IMAGINES- The Queen's Gambit

Catcalling

Warning: Strong language, catcalls and sensitive content, read it at your own risk⚠️

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Benny's Pov:

We were just taking a stroll down the dark, cold streets in New York, me and my friends after playing poker and getting some cash to play in the chess tournaments.

It was very usual of us doing that on the weekends, playing poker and stuff but it was the later part that I hated.

I must admit that I was embarrassed to 'take a stroll down the streets' with my friends since they usually went to tease the ladies who worked late and were terrified to get home alone.

Harry Beltik enjoyed all of it, teasing them to the point that they would either turn around and slap him hard across his cheek or run away in tears.

Tonight was more silent than the rest. There were men on the streets and women too who either walked with their husbands or walked in groups to avoid men like my friends.

As much as I loved playing poker with them, I hated it, the way they treated women like sexual objects, neither respected them nor cared about their own dignity.

'Hey Arthur, see that chic eh?' Harry nudged Arthur, glancing to the opposite side of the road.

All my friends looked where he was glancing and I saw a woman, she was walking down the street hurriedly, trying to grab something from her purse.

'Harry, do you really have to do this?' I growled through my gritted teeth.

'Yeah, it's fun. You must join us as well!' he said, already making his way to the woman.

Reluctantly I followed him with the others, silently sending profanities his way to leave the woman alone.

We were still much far for her to notice and I gulped when she bent over to pick up the things she dropped from her purse. I couldn't quite describe what she dropped since my eyes were on her...behind. Pretty sure everyone had their eyes on her slightly raised up skirt.

As we got closer, I could see her figure tensing, alert of our presence since she noticeably quickened her pace.

Her silky hair swayed in the wind and they looked so attractive under the streetlights.

It was horrible of me to think of her that way, there's no way I'm going to be like my friends.

And whilst I was busy in my thoughts, blankly following Harry, Arthur and the others, Harry said something to her.

Something that infuriated me in so many ways, something that made me wanna punch him right in the face.

'Liked it better when you were bent over, darling.'

She flinched at the voice and turned her head but never stopped walking.

I saw her beautiful face, her eyes that were naturally watery and her lips, devouring.

It didn't last long, she turned and kept walking as Arthur whistled making her even more scared and conscious.

'Hey, that's enough now, leave her alone.' I whisper- yelled.

'Since you're insisting Benny, how about I tease her more, you want that, don't you? Look at her, she's pretty, mate.' said Harry.

I swear I could punch this bitch anytime.

Harry was not ready to listen, he followed her and so did I.

I saw the way she was gripping her keys, ready to stab one of us if we dared to cross the limit.