Biff and Lorraine (alternate ending) – Chapter 1

Author’s notes:
For readers who may be unfamiliar, this scene takes place near the end of the movie, when Marty is sitting in the car with Lorraine. Marty’s plan is to “take advantage” of Lorraine and then have George rescue her, causing them to fall in love. However, Marty chickens out at the last second.
In this introductory chapter, much of what happens is straight from the movie. The parts which are original include everything that happens inside the car while the door is closed, and the very last paragraph.
More all-original chapters to come soon!
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Biff yanked open the door and pulled Marty out of the driver’s seat.

“You caused 300 bucks damage to my car, you son of a bitch,” Biff said, furious. “And I’m gonna take it out of your ass. Hold him.” Biff shoved Marty into the hands of his lackeys and prepared to pummel him.

Lorraine leaned out from the front seat of the car. “Let him go, Biff, you’re drunk!” she shouted. Biff stopped and looked down at her.

“Well lookie what we have here!” he sneered. Lorraine suddenly became aware of the abundant cleavage that she was showing off in her leaning position, and backed into the car. In a panic, she scrambled to escape out the passenger side door, but Biff lunged in after her.

“No, no, no,” he scolded, “you stay right here with me.” He grabbed her.

“Stop it!” she shouted.

“Come on!” he taunted, and greedily pulled her to him, against her protests.

“Leave her alone, you bastard!” Marty shouted, enraged, but Biff’s cohorts held him back.

“Guys, take him in back and I’ll be right there,” Biff ordered as he wrestled Lorraine, pulling her legs into his lap as she lay on the seat. His friends hesitated to leave, eager to watch him rape her. Biff turned. “Well go on, this ain’t no peep show!” he roared angrily, and immediately slammed the door. His peons finally left, dragging Marty along.

Inside the car, Lorraine was losing her fight against Biff’s dangerous, groping hands. With his left arm, he pinned her legs down in his lap. She was certain she could feel something hard rising up inside his pants. She could smell a little alcohol on his breath as he leaned over her, breathing excitedly. He had been drinking, but he wasn’t drunk — he knew exactly what he was doing… and he knew exactly what he wanted. He leaned down to kiss her mouth, but she turned her head away. Her resistance both angered and excited him. With his right hand, he turned her head back and pressed his open mouth against hers. As she moaned and grunted, he began to tongue her deeply. She squirmed under his grasp, but she didn’t struggle hard, afraid of what he might do to her.

As Lorraine squirmed, Biff began to explore her with his hands. He put his right hand on her clothed breasts and began squeezing and pinching, then sliding his rough fingers between her open cleavage. He slid his other hand up under her bare legs, underneath her dress, touching the soft, smooth skin of her ankles… her calves… her thighs… her soft panties. Then clamping his fingers around her clothed ass, he gave it a firm squeeze and listened to her try and scream.

Running late, George McFly finally arrived at the parking lot, where he had agreed to stage the fight with Marty. He was briefly unsure of which car to choose, until he heard a muffled, feminine scream from a nearby car. As he got closer, he could hear more of Lorraine’s muffled squeals and see her shoes through the driver side window, jerking slightly in the air as if her legs were pinned. He took a deep breath, opened the door, and, pointing his finger threateningly, said his rehearsed line: “Hey you, get your damn hands off her!” As he finished the sentence, Biff leaned up from tonguing Lorraine, breathing heavy, surprised, and very angry.

“I think you got the wrong car, McFly,” Biff said. George was clearly confused.

“George, help me, please!” Lorraine begged. She struggled to get up, but Biff kept her pinned to the seat with his right hand.

“Just turn around, McFly, and walk away,” Biff ordered. George hesitated. “Are you deaf, McFly?” Biff was getting impatient. “Close the door and beat it.”

George made his decision. “S…sorry, Biff,” he stuttered, and shut the door. Through the window, he watched Biff smirk and then eagerly begin tonguing and groping Lorraine again. Concerned for Lorraine’s well-being, but more concerned with his own, George sheepishly walked away.