36 comments/ 112475 views/ 46 favorites Back on the Block By: StangStar06 It's kind of funny how life turns out sometimes. You can be cruising along in your life thinking everything is great, and then life, or God, or Fate or whatever your belief system calls it, just decides to fuck with you. I was moving through life with the wind under my sails, when all of a sudden the wind just stopped blowing. While I waited for the next gust, to blow me back to where I belonged, I had to do something. So that's how I found myself cruising for hookers, in a not so nice neighborhood just outside of DC. They call it the block. It's a roughly 1/2 mile square area, where one can find almost anything, for the right price. My Screaming Yellow Mustang GT stood out among all of the BMW's and Lexus models I saw slowly trolling the boulevard. It was louder and more aggressive sounding, announcing our presence, with the authority that only nearly 500 horsepower, and several quasi-legal exhaust and engine modifications can muster. When added to her ultra-bright paint, my little pony had a way of making an entrance. I looked out through the tinted glass, and was revolted by most of the women, and other things that I saw take notice of me. How the fuck did I fall this low? Actually I wasn't this bad; I was just suffering from the HLDs. Heart Broken, Lonely and Desperate, the divorced guy's main affliction. My name is Jason Burton. I'm currently the Chief Operations Officer for Navarro Logistics. I'm not some stunning Nordic God; I'm just your average guy. Straight down the middle in terms of height and weight. My looks while once again; not heart stopping, also haven't chased too many women away from me. So since I have decent looks, a great career and future, a nice personality if I do say so myself; why the hell am I chasing the lower levels of rental pussy? To put it succinctly, "What's a nice guy like me, doing in a place like this? It's Okay to ask, I'm still confused about it myself. But here's how it happened. During my last year of college, nope not logistics, I was majoring in business, I met Dana Navarro. Her Father Kurt Navarro used to play professional baseball, and had moved right into business after his sports career had ended. Dana was tall, slender, and hot. The worst thing was; that she knew it. Her family had more money than some countries and school was basically a joke to her. Everyone knew that she was never going to have to work a day in her life. I was rocking a 4.0 on the Dean's list and working 2 part time jobs to stay afloat. Dana was cruising through parties, with her solid C-/D+ average, and having a great time. She was one D away from getting kicked out of school, and had run into a problem. Her problem was Mr. McQueen's accounting class. Victor McQueen was a local small business owner, who also taught at the college. He took his subject very seriously, and believed in a serious work ethic. If you worked hard in his class, you did well. If you played around, you failed, regardless of who you were. He had no tolerance for spoiled rich girls, who thought they could get by on astoundingly good looks and donations from Daddy. It was a case of the irresistible force, namely Dana, meeting an immovable object, IE Mr. McQueen. In our final project for the class, my best friend Tom and I were assigned to work with Dana. Tom hated the idea, "Just watch," he said, "She won't do any of the work, but she'll somehow get all of the credit." While working on the assignment, somehow, Dana and I hit it off. For some reason she seemed to like me. I just didn't get it, so I took it with a grain of salt. I thought that she was just spinning my wheels to get through the project, and that when it was done, I'd never be able to get within a mile of her again. She'd be back partying with her rich, crazy friends before the ink was dry on the project report. In the end, even Mr. McQueen was impressed, not only with our report, but he'd actually seen Dana and me, with our heads in the books late into the night, on more than a few occasions. We got an A+ on the project which raised Dana's grade up to a solid D+. Tom and I went out bar hopping to celebrate our A's. It was one of the few times that we got really drunk. The next morning I was feeling terrible, and luckily for me didn't have classes, so I had no reason and even less inclination to get up. I did have to go to work that day, but not until 3:00 p.m. At 9 a.m. I thought someone was hitting me in the head with a hammer; in reality someone was knocking on the door. I looked through the keyhole and saw Dana. I opened it and she marched in. I think she noticed before I did, that I only had my boxers and a T-shirt on. "Where were you last night?" she asked. "I called you at least 10 times, and I left you messages. The least you could do, is call me back," she spat. "Dana, Tom and I, went out last night," I said. "We wanted to celebrate the end of McQueen's tyranny. So if we were out, I couldn't check the phone to see if I had any messages," I explained. "Why don't you forward your messages to your cell?" she asked. "That would be difficult," I began. "Oh, it's not that hard, I could show you how to do it," she said. "Dana, it's really hard to forward messages to your cell phone, when you don't have one," I said. "So what happened?" I asked. "Did McQueen change his mind about our grade?" "Well no," she said looking down. "Oh, do you want a copy of the project report, for your portfolio?" I asked. "Does it have to be about the fucking project, for me to talk to you?" she snapped. I put both hands over my ears, and fell onto the couch. The pounding in my head, was only adding to my confusion. Dana leaned over me, and looked at me with an expression I'd never seen on her face before; it appeared to be concern. "Are you OK?" she asked. "I have a big time hangover," I told her. "OK, let's go for coffee," she said. "Anything, just don't talk so frigging loud," I said. I got up, and started walking towards the door. "Uhm, Jason," said Dana. "Yes" I said looking at her. "Clothes," she said, as if she was talking to a 2 year old. So I got dressed, and we went to a café on the corner. I got a cup of hot black coffee, with extra sugar. Dana got some kind of fluffy concoction, with caramel, cinnamon and a cherry. She stared at me over our cups of coffee and looked so good that I would have done anything for her at that moment. If I had known then that those two cups of coffee would have led to lies, divorce, blackmail, head games and hookers, I probably would have run out of that cafe like my ass was on fire. "Ok Dana, what do you need?" I asked taking a sip from my steaming cup. Life was starting to make more sense, now that I had some caffeine in me. "I don't understand," she said seriously. "What do you need from me?" I asked again. "I still don't understand," she said, even more seriously. "Why did you call me last night?" I said refusing to put a "duh," in front of the question. "Why do I have to have a reason to call you?" she asked. "Do you have a jealous girlfriend, or some other reason why I shouldn't call you?" "No," I said still puzzled about why the school's princess would want to call me. "Then why can't I call you?" she asked. "Because girls like you, don't call guys like me," I said matter of factly. "Dana, your phone, probably cost more than my car is worth. You're beautiful, you're rich, you're..." I hesitated. "I'm what?" she asked, "I like the beautiful part, I'm not rich my father is, but what else am I?" "You're out of my league," I said seriously. "Either you aren't as smart as I thought you were, or you just have your head shoved so far up your ass, that you can't see anything but shit," she snapped. Dana had fire in her eyes and her dander was up. "Haven't you noticed that we get along, really well," she said. "I have fun, when we're together. You're very smart, but you don't try to show it off, by making other people feel stupid. You're funny, and you're kind of cute. I really like you. So what would be so wrong, with us being friends?" she asked. From that day forward we never looked back. Our friendship quickly blossomed into dating; then we became a couple, which shocked me to no end. I ended up meeting all of, or most of the rich and beautiful people, whom I have only seen from a distance. Though I would probably never be one of them, there was kind of a mutual respect forged by Dana. About a month before we graduated, I actually met Dana's dad. He had taken us out to dinner, mostly so he could meet me. Dana had gone through 8 or 9 boyfriends during her first 3 years of college, so when the revolving door stopped revolving, he took an interest. I was really impressed with him. I'd expected a wash up old jock with lots of left over baseball money. But he was a very dynamic business man, with his eyes firmly planted on his goals. He in turn asked me to stop in for a meeting with him, before I took any offers after graduation. I ended up going to work for Navarro right out of school, and at first it was a fucking nightmare. I didn't understand it, but Kurt had a plan for me. I guess I'd made more of an impression on him than I thought. He'd given me a job. Fresh out of school with the ink still wet on my degree I was working for Navarro Logistics. I had probably the shittiest job on earth. I was a Midnight Shift truck loader, the very bottom of the barrel. So much for my career, I thought. Well it was money, probably as much as I'd have earned as an entry level salesman, or account rep. So, I decided to try and stick it out for a while, because I didn't want to burn any bridges with Dana's Dad. Dana on the other hand was livid. She called her Dad every day, complaining about how insulting it was, for a man with a degree in business, who graduated top of his class to be loading trucks. She also complained, about the fact that my working the night shift put a damper on our dating schedule. After a few weeks I was the best truck loader in our facility. I could look at the way boxes were stacked and reposition them to get much more on a truck. The foreman always gave me the bigger more important loads to stack. He was always praising me to his boss as well. One night as I was working he assigned another loader, whom I'd never seen before, to work with me. This guy was nearly as fast as I was. He was a bigger guy and I couldn't see his face. When we were inside the truck, he was nearly always in shadow, and he kept his hat pulled down over his eyes. As we worked, we talked. "Why do you spend so much time planning on where to put things, instead of just throwing them in place and moving on?" he asked me. "You could be even faster, and make the company even more money." "There aren't very many guys who are faster than I am now," I said. "Oh I get it" he said. "You work just fast enough to stay ahead of everyone else, but not fast enough to tire yourself out, that's smart." "That's also not it," I said. He looked at me and was clearly puzzled. "What's the most expensive thing there is to ship?" I asked him. "He thought about it, and then said, "Probably heavy metal parts." "Nope," I said He thought about it some more and then said, "Okay, I give up." "Air," I said, he looked even more puzzled. "The more I can get on a truck, the fewer truck loads we have to pay for." "Any empty space on a truck, costs the company far more, than the few seconds it takes me to fill it," I said. We finished the load in silence. I thought I had given him something to think about. For the rest of the night I worked alone since we were each given a different truck after that one. When my shift ended, I was told to report to the office. My boss handed me a stack of papers, and told me he was going to miss me. I was upset because I knew that Dana was going to be pissed. But I'd given it my best shot. And on the bright side, I thought that at least I could go out and find a real job. As I read through the paper, it suddenly dawned on me, that I hadn't been fired, I'd been promoted. And it was a substantial promotion. I'd leap-frogged several positions, to Loading Dock manager. That put me over not only my old foreman, but above his boss, who was the loading Dock supervisor. I was also going to be doing the new job, at another facility across town, and it was a day shift position. I drove over to Dana's apartment, to tell her the good news, but she wasn't home. I didn't like being in Dana's apartment without her, so I headed home to get some sleep. As I got into my car, I saw another car pull up in front of the building. Dana got out, and leaned in, and kissed some guy. I was in shock and I didn't know how to react so I just sat there. Then finally I went home, and went to bed. It was Friday morning, and I needed to give my body a chance to readjust to the day shift, so I just took a quick nap and got back up at about noon. I went out and got my hair cut. I'd gotten a bonus to go along with my new job, so I bought a couple of suits that would reflect my new position. Up until then I got off work at 8 a.m. slept until about 4, and then Dana and I went out. We were typically together from about 4 when I woke up, until I had to go to work. There were lots of days that I had been awakened by Dana sliding into bed with me, and jump starting my heart with her mouth on my dick. So at about 3:30 when I heard my cell phone ring, I knew who it was. I just let the call go to voice mail, and all the others too. I did call my buddy Tom, and arrange to go out drinking with him that evening. I had one more stop to make before I was ready to go home. I was ushered into an office bigger than my apartment, less than an hour later. "Mr. Navarro; thanks for seeing me," I began. "First, I'd like to thank you for the promotion," I said. "But I really don't understand it." "You're wondering, if I promoted you because of my daughter?" he asked. "The thought had occurred to me," I said. "Jason, I love my daughter, and my sons," he said. "I'd do anything in the world for them. Someday, I won't be here, and I need to ensure that they'll still be well taken care of," he continued. "In order for that to happen, I need to make sure that my business is in strong and capable hands." He walked around the office and went over to a framed picture of Dana. "Can you really see my daughter, running my business?" he asked. "She could learn to," I said. "She's smart, and she has a way with people." "Spoken like someone who loves her," he said. "But you've pointed out only her good points, and her brothers are far worse. I saw the way you helped my daughter get past her accounting class; and without very much effort saved me a great deal of difficulty," he said."Professor McQueen was not a man that could be influenced or paid, but you got her past him, and she really cares for you too," he said. "So I had you checked out, on paper you seemed too good to be true, so I wanted to meet you in person, and I liked what I saw even more," he paused as if he was considering something or changing tactics. "My daughter is really smitten with you, and probably wants to marry you, but I wanted to know more about you myself," he said. "So, instead of giving you a nice cushy sales job, on the fast track, I stuck you in the toilet. I wanted you to learn my business from the ground up. I stuck you in the shit, and you still came out, looking like a diamond," he continued. "But what you told me last night, really let me know, that you understood, and were far better than I'd hoped for." "When did I talk to you last night?" I asked, in confusion. "When we loaded that truck together," he said, pulling out the hat he'd disguised himself with. "For the past 3 weeks, all I've heard about was how great you were doing," he said." I wanted to see it for myself. And since I occasionally go down and load a truck or 2 myself, just to make sure I remember where I came from. I got to see for myself," he smiled at me as he said this, and I could see that he hadn't lost the killer instinct that makes great athletes great, he'd just focused it on business instead of sports. "I tried what I did with you, with both of my sons," he said, "neither of them lasted an hour. Now they both have jobs in the company, with really important sounding titles, that don't matter. But you really impressed me, so you earned the promotion on your own," he said. "It had nothing to do with Dana; let's see what you can do from here." I left the building happy as hell, and depressed at the same time. On one hand the promotion was great, and I was proud of myself to be able to get it, but I knew that it would probably be short lived, because Dana and I were over. We weren't married, we weren't even engaged; so legally what she had done, or what I thought she'd done wasn't cheating. But I still wouldn't stand for it. Shit I didn't even know what she'd done. All I saw was her kissing some guy, when she got out of his car. Maybe he'd just picked her up on the road, and that was a thank you kiss for the ride. It was implausible but it was possible. Dana and I had a lot of talking to do, and I wasn't in a hurry to do it. But before we could do it I needed to know what was going on, and I had an idea of how to find out. I went over to Dana's apartment and watched to make sure that she was not hanging around outside of the building. I spoke to the doorman Ernie. Ernie's a really nice guy, and had told me from time to time when Dana was having problems with things, or people in the building. Like me, he was a working class guy, he was going to college, and as I had, he was working his way through. He'd often told me how lucky I was, to have hit the jackpot with Dana. And I'd often told him how I expected the ride to be over with soon enough, because girls like her, just didn't end up with guys like us. Ernie had leveled with me, and it was about like I figured. While I was out working at night, a girl like Dana wasn't going to stay put away on a shelf waiting for me. Dana was going out 2 or 3 nights a week and often staying out all night. He even told me that there were at least 3 or 4 different guys. I know he felt sorry for me, but not nearly as sorry as I felt for myself. It felt like there was a lump in my throat that I just couldn't swallow. No matter what I did it wouldn't go away. I told myself that I'd always treated Dana like a princess. I'd never cheated on her, so at least one of us, could leave the relationship with their head held high. After I left Ernie, I headed back for my apartment. I realized after a few minutes, that going home might not be my best bet. I was sure that Dana would be there. As if to make things even worse my cell rang again, and the screen showed Dana's smiling face. The only difference was that now I knew why the bitch was smiling. The only question I had was why she kept up the farce with me. Why didn't Dana, just leave me alone and go out and have all the fun she wanted. I was obviously just a complication, so getting rid of me, would free her up to go out and live her life. I went to Kinko's to use one of their Office set ups and I wrote her a letter. I dropped it off with Ernie and asked him to hand it to her, next time she came in from one of her late night visits. Then I called and left Dana a message on her home phone, telling her that I'd been called out of town on an emergency, and I'd be back late Saturday. I thought that telling her that would buy me some time. I went to meet Tom. We went to a bar that he hung out at sometimes. The drinks were strong and the bar maids were pretty, it was almost enough to make me forget about Dana. We talked for a long time, about everything we'd been going through, since we got out of school. He laughed his ass off when I told him about loading trucks. But when I told him about my new job, I could tell he was jealous as he'll. Back on the Block Ch. 01 The Mustang's aggressive growl responded to every twitch of my foot on the accelerator, as if the pony car was signaling its readiness to launch. I looked around and saw a boney waif like woman in a hoodie, waving at me from the shadows. Not a fucking chance babe. There was a woman across the street who didn't look too bad, but she was a blonde. Been there, done that, got the claw marks all over my heart to prove it. A couple of fat women, looked like they were ready to eat me, or at least my car. Sorry ladies, not my cup of tea. Then I heard it, a shrill scream from further up the avenue. There was something about the timber of the voice that got my attention. On a whim, I jerked the wheel to the left as I punched the pedal and the car veered into the turn lane. I shot ahead of the cars nearest me until I got a closer look. The redhead with the fowl mouth was in trouble. Two guys who looked like they were late for a frat party were trying to pull her into their Subaru. "Hey," I shouted at them, gaining their attention. They saw me getting out of my car. I wasn't big or menacing in any way, but the seriousness of my approach made me seem, not worth the trouble I could bring them, so they bolted. As they let go of her arms, she was still trying to pull away from them and the sudden release sent her sprawling on the ground. I stepped over to her, to help her to her feet. She just looked at my outstretched hand as if it was a snake. "What the fuck do you want?" she asked in a pure no nonsense tone. "I was fine, I didn't need your help. I don't know why you bothered because you're not getting shit outta me." "Why are you out here?" I asked her. "Your attitude is so shitty, you aren't going to make any fucking money. It's like you're trying to drive people away from you." I turned to walk away and noticed a line of cars coming over the bridge, heading our way fast. They were unmarked, but from their appearance and the way they were moving, I was sure they were cop cars. Without saying anything I abruptly started for my Mustang. She got up and came after me. It was like one of those jungle movies where one antelope bolts because it senses a predator, and without knowing why suddenly the whole herd is moving. As I closed my door, I looked at her and then opened the passenger door. She got in and we zoomed away from the curb spraying dust and dirt in our trail. I kept one eye on the road ahead of us and one on my rear view mirror. As I expected we were less than three blocks away when the scene behind us erupted in a spectacle of blue lights and sirens. "How did you know? Are you a cop?" she asked looking at me suspiciously. "I didn't proposition you. No money was exchanged or offered." "I'm not a cop," I said, hopefully ending the conversation. "Then what the hell are you doing cruising around in this neighborhood?" she asked looking at me. "You don't look like you need to pick up hookers. So that means..." she pulled her jacket closer around her body and subtly moved a bit further away from me. "So that means what?" I asked intrigued, by her. "That means that you're looking for something that a normal girl can't do or won't do," she began. "I should have known; the nice looking ones are always the biggest fucking freaks out there. I don't do any of that weird shit, so you may as well just let me out, right here." "So what do you do?" I asked, "What have you done? Probably not much because you still look relatively fresh. Except for your shitty attitude, you still seem like you don't belong down here either." "Why are you asking me all of these fucking questions? Are you a reporter or something? Just pull this fucking car over and let me out or else." She said. "Or else what," I snapped. The silence inside the car was only mitigated by the satiated growl of the Mustang's engine. I sped up as I went down the ramp onto the freeway. Within seconds we were closing on a hundred miles an hour. I obviously wouldn't have to worry very much about cops since probably half of the department was back there arresting whores, pimps, johns and whatever else they could find. I could tell that she was terrified by this new turn of events, so I decided to play up the fear factor. "If you're a good girl, you might survive this," I told her. The look in those incredible green eyes was one of pure terror. Serves her right, I thought. Anyone who's attitude is that shitty deserves a little bit of ribbing every once in a while. Then as we drove, I felt guilty. Her attitude was probably just a defense mechanism that she'd developed in order to survive. Life on the streets and on the block in particular couldn't have been easy. 20 minutes later I reached into the glove box and pulled out my remote control. She winced as my hand got near her legs. What kind of a prostitute is afraid to be touched by a man? Something wasn't right here. As we got near my building I pushed a button on the remote and the garage door on the side opened up. We drove inside and the door started to close and the interior lights came on. I parked between my red Jeep Cherokee and my Black Mustang GT. I got out of the car and opened her door so she could too. There was a whooshing sound as the big heating fans came back on to reheat the interior of my loft. They automatically did this every time the garage door opened. I had another door that opened from the inside of the building, but I hardly ever used it. It was much more fun to simply drive straight into my living room. I stepped off of the plastic coated garage flooring and onto the plush carpeting of the living room area and took her hand and pulled her with me. She looked around the loft, intrigued by what she saw. "Okay mister, what do you want from me," she said quietly. "A simple business proposition is all I need," I said. "Isn't that why you were out there? What I want might not be what you're used to. But I'll pay you a price that's beyond fair. And who knows you might like it." I watched her reaction as I spoke. She was sitting on the edge of one of my leather sofas, as if she was afraid to even sit back. Something that I had just said got a reaction from her but I didn't know what. Suddenly she was crying and begging. "Oh please mister, please just let me go. I'm not really a whore. I didn't even want to be out there. I just figured that I could just give some guy a blow job to get enough money to eat, and then go find a shelter. I'll never go back out there again. Please let me go!" she whined. I just started laughing and almost fell off of my couch. Then I looked over at her again. The way all of that beautiful red hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders was incredible. Her eyes, even now when she was terrified, simply defied description. The smattering of freckles on her cheeks, that cupid's bow mouth, I couldn't help it, I just wanted to reach out and hug her and tell her everything was going to be fine. But I couldn't. I didn't know how she'd react. "So much for the tough streetwise prostitute," I smirked. "Hello to the frightened little girl." "I'm not a little girl," she snapped, "I'm twenty three God damned years old and I've been on my own for a while. And I am a prostitute." She pouted, as if it was a mark of pride or shame I couldn't quite tell which. She reached into her pocket and pulled out two small documents, one was a faded and now expired Drivers license from Muskegon, Michigan. It verified her age as 23 years old 2 days ago. The other was a copy of a ticket for solicitation. Also from 2 days ago, it must have been a hell of a birthday, I thought. "So how'd you get popped, Miss Prostitute?" I asked her. I was really interested in hearing this. Maybe it was the warmth of my loft but before she could answer I heard a loud growling sound. It wasn't coming from me, those coneys weren't that bad. "Come on into the kitchen Miss P," I said gently reaching for her. She was still afraid but maybe something in my manner or tone told her that I wasn't going to hurt her right then, because she accepted my hand and let me lead her into my kitchen area. I unfortunately didn't cook much, although I had been known to grill a mean steak, and even toss a salad occasionally. In this case my lack of culinary expertise could be overlooked. I opened a cabinet full of Campbell's Chunky soup. I looked at her and then back at the cabinet and pulled out a can of my favorite, Sirloin Burger. I popped the top and then poured it into a bowl, While it cooked in the microwave, I got a Pepsi from the fridge and put it in front of her. Then when the timer went off I gave her the soup and a spoon. "Sorry, it's all I can come up with on short notice," I said. She just nodded at me and continued eating. She finished the entire bowl, and looked really satisfied. But she didn't say anything, she just looked at me. Obviously the next move was mine. "I don't have any clothes here for you, but If you want to take a bath or shower, I can give you some of my things to wear while you do. Then maybe we can have a talk and you can tell me about yourself." I said quietly. "Ooh, I see where this is going," she snapped. "It's the old bath and talk routine. Huh. You figure I'm a girl so I just want to be clean. So you offer me a bath so you can check me out naked on your hidden cameras before you rape me. Then the talking part; for some sick twisted reasons you want me to tell you my fucking life story before you rape me. You are really one disgusting fucker. But I'm going to let you know. This isn't going to be easy on you. I'm going to fight you with everything I have. You might win in the end but it's going to be the worst pussy you ever had. And I'm going to take a plug out of you while you're getting it. Just because I'm a prostitute doesn't give you the right to keep me a prisoner and rape me." I didn't say anything I just laughed. I got up and ran back over to my car and got the remote. There was a switch on the wall that opened the doors too, but I didn't want her to know that yet. I put the remote in her hand. "Okay Miss P. you have the remote in your hand just push the button and be on your way. I have no intention of raping you. I told you, I have a business proposition for you. That means that I tell you what I want, and we negotiate the price until we come to an agreement that works for both of us. Either we both agree or we can both walk. " I took the remote out of her hand and pushed the button myself. The door started to open and I looked at her and said, "You know the way out." As the night air started to filter into the room the temperature dropped and the big heating fans came on. She looked out into the darkness, and I could tell she was conflicted. "Get to stepping," I said, "You're letting all of the cold in." she shivered in her jacket and started for the door. "You're just going to let me go?" she asked. "Can you hurry up," I said, "It takes longer to heat this place up when the door stays open." She quickly walked over to the door and looked back at me. I had fired up my 60" flat screen and was watching the beginning of a movie. I saw her looking at me, out of the corner of my eye as the door started to close. Well it had been an interesting evening, and to tell you the truth, I'd had worse times. Five minutes later, I was watching the 3-D blue ray disc of Avatar and really enjoying it. I had the surround sound on and was wondering why I didn't do things for pure enjoyment more often. No wonder everyone thought that I was about to snap, I didn't have a life. I'd been so busy trying to get Dana out of my life that I'd neglected to find something to fill that void with. I heard a booming sound. At first I thought there was something wrong with either my speakers or the audio processor. I hit the pause button and noticed that the sound continued. Someone or something was pounding on my garage door. I walked slowly over to the door and looked out through the small smoked glass peephole in the center of it. It was the redhead. She was shivering in the night air. I pushed the button and the door started to open again. When the door got about halfway up she ducked under it and I close it again. "S S S so I get to turn you down if it's too weird or kinky for me?" she asked stuttering. "What are you talking about?" I asked her. "Your proposal, or proposition or whatever it was," she snapped. I just nodded. "Can I still have that bath first, and can it be a warm one," she chattered. "Eating all of that warm food and going out into the cold made it worse. Since we're going to be having sex anyway, I guess it's alright for you to watch me on the cameras while I'm in the tub." "Victoria, I don't have any cameras in the bathroom," I said. All of a sudden she was back on her guard. "How the hell did you know my name," she snapped looking at me warily. "You showed me your driver's license earlier," I said quietly. "Sorry," she said equally quietly. I noticed that I liked the timber of her voice when she wasn't screeching about something. I took her hand again and led her up the stairs to the loft's sleeping area. There was a small bathroom on the main floor, it even had a walk in shower, but I wanted the chance to give her something better. So I took her to the bathroom in the main sleeping area. "Holy shit that's a big fucking bed," she exclaimed. "You must love heights too." My loft's raised sleeping area was accessed by a large wrought iron spiral staircase. The walls around the sleeping area had been removed and only a waist high glass barricade marked the edge and a steep fall. The only places in the loft where a person couldn't be seen were the two bathrooms. I took her into the master bathroom and started the tub. "Sorry Victoria, I don't have any feminine smelling bath salts or any type of bubble bath," I said. She opened her jacket and I looked at her. I could see now why there had been so much movement from her breasts when I nearly ran her down earlier. She wasn't wearing a bra, and those puppies definitely needed some restraining. At first she started to raise her jacket to cover them even though her shirt was still on, but then she changed her mind. "You're going to see them anyway," she said and dropped her jacket as she started to take off her clothes. "Probably not, "I said gently. "Why don't you wait until the tubs fills to get undressed. That way I can bring you a robe and some slippers, so I don't have to invade your privacy if I bring them later." "You probably just need time to focus the camera," she said under her breath. Five minutes later I knocked gently on the door opened it a sliver and put a thick terry cloth robe on the hook just inside the door. I dropped a pair of slippers on the floor and closed the door back, without entering. I made a couple of phone calls and left a message at the office that I'd be in late, then sat back to watch my movie. About thirty minutes later, I was watching the scene where Jake first gets into the jungle in his Avatar, when I noticed that Victoria was standing at the end of my couch. "Now that's a fucking TV," she said loudly. I took off my 3-D glasses and threw them to her. She stepped back a little from the screen and then put them on. She immediately started trying to touch things that weren't actually there. I knew what she was seeing, there were all kinds of lifelike 3-D effects in the scene that made it seem like you were actually in the jungle. Unfortunately her gyrations were almost more than the robe could handle. "Victoria," I said sharply causing her to stop moving and look at me. "Uhm you robe is about to come open." She quickly grabbed the front of the robe and closed it, looking back at me with animosity. "So all of a sudden you don't want to see my titties huh? You must have gotten all the pictures you need already." She sneered. I turned off the TV and went back upstairs into the bathroom and got her clothes. As I came back downstairs, I stopped near her. "I was going to wash these but maybe I should wait until after we have our talk." I said. "That way if you decide not to go for my idea, you won't have to wait for them to get dry." "Does your idea have anything to do with me spending the night?" she asked. I slowly nodded. "Then go ahead and wash them," she said. "I've decided to accept your deal." "Victoria, you don't even know what my deal is," I said. "I've had a lot of time to think about it, while I was in your tub," she said. "Whatever you want me to do; I'm probably going to end up doing with some other guy eventually anyway. And since I got here you've been nothing but nice to me. So you probably won't hurt me too badly, and it looks like you can afford to give me some money too. Those are the things I needed the most tonight. Food, a place to stay, both of which you've already given me. Washing my clothes and some money would be a bonus. So I'll try to do whatever you want but please don't hurt me. And I need to be honest with you, I'm not very good at sex, but I really will try and do whatever you want." As she said this I could see really big tears falling down her face. Then she dropped the robe and my world changed. It was as if I'd been living in the dark and suddenly someone turned on a light. Everything about this woman was perfect. Her breasts were large, and real, because of their own size and weight they sagged a bit which only added to the effect. Their slight imperfection only added to their beauty. A few of her ribs were visible, she obviously needed to eat more. Her slim wasp like waist exploded into a very generous ass that jiggle a bit with every movement. Her legs weren't those thin coltish supermodel legs. I was glad because with that ass thin legs would have been very disproportionate on her. She had nice sized well rounded thighs and tapering calves. The past few months had been too hard on me because she had already accused me of planning to rape her several times this evening and she really didn't know how close she was to that happening. I rushed over to her and as she winced and turned her head, I reached down and picked up the robe and covered her. I gently hugged her and used the sleeve of the robe to wipe her tears. I sat her back down on the couch and went and put her clothes in the laundry. "Victoria, no matter what you decided about my proposition, you can stay here tonight. If you say no, I won't try to force you or influence you in any way. I f you say no, then no is the answer. But first could you tell me how you came to be where you are now?" I asked. "You mean how I got to be a whore," she said. "Well I grew up in Muskegon, which isn't really that big a town. It's not like Detroit, which also isn't a big city anymore. My dad died and my mom is a really pretty woman, so it didn't take too long before there were lots of guys sniffing around after her. Almost before my Daddy's grave was cold she was getting offers for dates and marriage. The guy she finally picked was just a fucking snake. He started trying to catch glimpses of me in the shower almost as soon as he moved in. I couldn't stay there with him, and my mom pretended not to know how bad he was. So I ran away and went to stay with my grandparents on their farm just outside of DC." As she told me this she tucked her legs up under her robe on the couch. I got up and went to the cabinet and got her a blanket. "I was happy there even though it was kind of secluded. I was over sixteen and in Michigan you can legally drop out of school then. I thought that I'd just live there on the farm and help them until I was ready to get married or whatever. I really didn't think very far ahead. My grandpa had a heart attack about 3 years ago and he died. Grandma didn't live for very much longer, I guess it's like they say when you find the person you're meant to be with you become of part of them and they you. Anyway without him, as much as I tried she just wasted away. I survived on the money they had in the bank for as long as I could, but I couldn't run the whole farm by myself. The county finally took it over for back taxes and a year ago I was on the road moving from shelter to shelter. I met some really nasty people, and because I was so trusting and so innocent, I got taken advantage of. So finally I just decided about a week ago to become a prostitute, because that was what every man I ran into seems to want from me so they may as well pay for it." She said. Back on the Block Ch. 01 "Even the nice men I met when I lived on the farm. If they took me out to eat or to a movie, the next thing I knew their hands were on my titties or under my skirt. Now I understand what my mama meant when she told me that men like my Daddy were too rare to replace, so she may as well find a son of a bitch who could take care of us. Last week when I made my decision, I went out to find my first customer. I was only going to do blowjobs, because both of the two times that I've been fucked were against my will, and it hurt both times. Anyway before I actually got a customer, I got arrested. So I now have an arrest record for solicitation and no way to pay the fine. But also in the eyes of the law I am now a prostitute." She looked up at me then. "Okay you've heard the short version of my tragic saga, so let's get to talking about your deal, because I'm starting to get sleepy. I don't think you want to fuck me while I'm asleep, but if that's your kink, it could probably happen. I've been fed bathed and I'm warm. You don't know how relaxed I am right now." "Victoria, I think you have the wrong idea about me and what I want," I told her. "I guess I led you to that conclusion because I was trying to scare you when you first got here. But that was partly your fault, because you were being such an asshole. My name is Jason, I'm a normal guy. I don't think I'm weird or kinky at all. I have a good job, I really try to be nice to people, but I'm just really lonely. I got divorced a while back. It was rough, it was long and it took a lot out of me. My ex wife is beautiful, rich , spoiled, conniving and a cast iron bitch. We got divorced because from the time we were dating, she's been cheating on me. I was stupid at first, so when I caught her before we were married, I believed her when she told me that it wasn't what I thought. But a little over a year ago I came home early from work and caught her doing it in our own bed. Even when I caught her she schemed and planned and did everything she could to avoid divorcing me. She even tried to get pregnant and lock me into staying married to her. So I haven't dated or had sex with anyone other than a porno movie and my right hand in nearly a year. I guess I have trust issues now when it comes to women because Dana really hurt me bad." She was shaking her head as I said this. "So tonight I'd decided that I just didn't want to be alone anymore. I've never even spoken to a prostitute before you." I laughed as I said that part. "Anyway here's my deal, I want to hire you, but not the way you think. I'll pay you 30,000 dollars to live with me for a year. At the end of the year we can both go our separate ways. I think it'll be good for both of us. For you it'll mean you have a place to stay and be safe, food of course, and you'll end up with more than enough money to get yourself an apartment or go to school or do whatever you want." I noticed that she was sitting straight up on the couch now." "We can iron out all of the details in the morning if you're really sleepy," I said. "Hell no, let's talk now," she said. "You'll pay me Thirty thousand dollars, to live with you for a year? Are you serious?" "Yes," I said. "Isn't that enough?" "Okay what do I have to do for you," she asked suspiciously. "You know the usual stuff," I said. "Talking to me, oh and the cooking, you have to do the cooking too. And the shopping." "Nuh unh, we do the shopping together," she said, "What about the cleaning? Do I have to do the cleaning too?" "Nope, we have a cleaning lady. She comes in twice a week," I added. "But you will have to go out with me sometimes. We do have a bunch of company events where I'd need you to be charming and pretend to like me. But if you did a good enough job at them I could see giving you a bonus." I said. "What about personal time off," she asked. "What if I need time to do something?" "Well as long as you're discreet, It would be Okay," I said, noticing that she looked at me funny. "What the hell are you talking about, Jason?" she asked pointedly. "Well if someone that I know or work with, saw you out on a date, it would make them think I'd found another woman who was cheating on me." I said. "When I said time off, I meant to like go and visit my mom, idiot," she laughed. "I don't have a boyfriend or anyone to date, I'm a prostitute remember. "Okay what about clothes and stuff," she began. She seemed to be excited about the idea. "Well, when it comes to parties or special events I'll pay for your clothes, but other than that I'll advance you as much money as you want for expenses but your personal items come out of your salary." I said. She appeared to be thinking about it. "You're a cheap fake boyfriend," she laughed. "I..." she began. "Okay I'll pay for your clothes too and you can drive the Jeep," I said. I was losing this negotiation far faster then I'd expected. "Okay that's better," she smiled, "But that wasn't even what I was asking about. The way I see it, there are four things we still need to discuss. Number one, what happens at the end of a year and why did you pick a year?" "I figured at the end of a year you'll have thirty grand, and be ready to do something with your life. I'd also possibly be ready to try for a real relationship again. At thirty two I'm still young enough to get married and have some kids." I said. "What if you're not ready to try a real relationship yet or I want more money?" she asked. "Then I guess we could re-negotiate and I'm sure you'd expect more money," I said, "But a year is a long time, let's see what happens." "Number 2, we're going to all of your company events, what about non company events or if I want to do something?" she asked. "I'm from a small town, and an even smaller more isolated farming community, I might like to go out and do some things, so in order to preserve our fake relationship and not have people see me out alone or with some other guy, Will there be times when my fake boyfriend takes me out on dates and lets me pick? She asked. "We can do that, but for every one that you get, I get a non company date too," I said. "Number 3," she said. "How often do I have to have sex with you?" she asked. "I already told you I had and still no intentions of raping you," I said seriously. She stuck out her hand and I grabbed it and we shook on the deal. "What about number 4?" I asked. "Where do I sleep?" she asked. "Uhm you did say the bed was huge." I grinned. We separated the bed into two halves by placing a line of pillows down its center. Victoria fell asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow. I awoke early as I always did and found myself lying in bed staring at her for a while. I wondered whether or not I'd made a huge mistake. I went out by the interior door. There was a coffee shop in the building's main lobby, I stopped in and got three French vanilla blends, and 2 big sugary glazed donuts. I gave one of the coffees and a giant donut to the building's doorman Pete. "Hey Pete later on I've got someone I want you to meet," I told him. I dashed back inside the loft and tried to figure out what I'd be doing in a few weeks when the snow came down. I had pretty much given my jeep to my new fake girlfriend and my Stangs didn't really like the snow, and I wasn't going to subject them to it. I ran up the stairs and jotted down a quick note telling Victoria that it wasn't too late to back out of our deal, but if she wanted to, there was $500 dollars on the kitchen counter, and to have a nice life. I also mentioned that we'd be shopping all afternoon so she should be dressed and ready to go when I got back at noon. I left her my cell phone number as well. She was rolled up in a tight little ball with the blankets all over her lightly snoring. She had the covers pulled tightly up to her chin, and that hair was all over the place. If it was the last thing I did I was getting those fucking blonde streaks taken out of her hair. On impulse I leaned over and kissed her lightly on her forehead. Then I threw another blanket over her because it would be a little bit colder in here for a few minutes. I got into the Black Mustang mostly because it was slightly quieter and I was really trying not to wake her. But I didn't see any movement from her as the garage door opened. Half of my office staff stared at me as I got off the elevator. I was sipping my coffee as I walked towards my office. Less than 5 minutes after I sat down in front of my computer, I heard the sounds of high heels clicking angrily down the hall. They barely paused as they hit my outer office, I heard a brief exchange of angry words starting with, "You can't go in there without permission, you're not married to him anymore," and ending in a different voice saying, "Fuck you." I didn't bother to look up as my door was opened and then slammed loudly and hard enough that the frame shook and the sound echoed throughout the building. "Good Morning Ms. Navarro," I said Sarcastically. "That's not my God damned name," she shrieked."My last name is Burton, just like yours. Who the fuck is she?" she screamed at me. "I've been nice enough to let you play your little game, and have your little divorce. But you're going too Damned far with this shit. I will not put up with you cheating on me. I'm your wife for fuck's sake. What do you think you're doing. You need to get rid of that bitch today. Or I will." She stood there in a long fur coat. Glaring at me as I refused to even look up from my screen. Actually I did find it interesting that Dana already knew about Victoria. She always seemed to know things about me. But this was something more. I'd assumed for a while that someone in my building had been feeding her information, but no one in the building knew. "Dana are you intending to just stand there glaring at me all day," I asked. she didn't say anything. I pushed a button on my desk and Myrna my secretary came in. "Myrna, can you turn down the heat in the office a couple of degrees? Ms. Navarro is making it really hot in here with all of the steam coming out of her ears. And maybe you should bring her a chair and some coffee, it looks like she's going to be there for awhile." "Yes sir," she said. "Do you think Ms. Navarro would like cream and sugar?" "My fucking name is not Navarro, any fucking more," screamed Dana. "We're still fucking married whether you like it or not. So you may as well get used to the idea and start acting like it, before we're too old to have any babies. And stop bringing other women home with you." Dana turned on one spike heel and stalked out of the office slamming the door just as loudly on her way out as she did on the way in. Myrna smiled up at me after Dana left, "Is what she said true? did you really go out and meet someone finally?" "Yes Myrna," I smiled, "I went out and met someone." "No wonder you're so damned happy, but why'd you tell the wicked witch of the west?" "That's just it Myrna, I haven't told anyone. I need you to find me a very good PI firm. I'm going to go ahead and go to my morning meeting, then I'm off for the day. I'll probably be home at about five. Bring a couple, maybe three in, and interview them. Have whoever you pick at my loft at 6. The morning meeting was usually great for me, today I found it boring. I just couldn't wait to get out of there, and get home. I hadn't been this excited about leaving work since before I'd discovered that Dana was cheating on me. An Hour later after a shortened meeting the garage door opened and I saw her sitting there on my sofa. With her arms crossed over those incredible breasts. I closed the car door and walked over to her. I was slightly taken aback by the fire in those green eyes. She was pissed about something. I wondered what it was about me that made every woman I knew just get pissed at me. "Hi," I said softly. She erupted in a flurry of babbling and tears. I didn't know what to do so I pulled her over to me and hugged her. She tried to get away but I wouldn't let her so finally she calmed down. "What's wrong Victoria?" I asked. "I thought we had a deal," she said. "We do," I replied looking at her. "Then why did you leave money on the counter, like I was still a whore?" she screamed. "I had a nice dream, I dreamed that I was all warm and happy, lying in a nice bed, and that you..." she started sniffling. "Then I went down stairs this morning and found your note and the money. And then that evil bitch was outside yelling for me to come out. so I pretended not to be here." she cried. "What evil bitch?" I asked already knowing the answer. "She had on a long fur coat and she was screaming that you didn't need me because you had her. And she's really pretty looking so I thought that maybe you'd found someone else. and that was why you left me the money." she said wiping a tear. "Victoria, that was Dana, my crazy ex-wife," I said. "I only left the money in case you had changed your mind, about our deal. I haven't, so can we go shopping now? You need some clothes badly, every time you breathe I think your breasts are going to come out of that shirt." She looked at me warily and followed me to the car. "I was a little confused about what was real and what I had just dreamed," she said. "Sorry I doubted you." she said as she sat down next to me. She settled down into the Mustang's soft leather interior. "Did you kiss me goodbye, this morning, or was that part of the dream?" "Sorry, I did do that," I said. "Non-public kisses cost extra," she said smirking. "I'll start a tab for you." I've always hated shopping, and expected today to be more of the same. I was pleasantly surprised though because shopping with Victoria was a different experience. She was frugal, she insisted on trying on every single piece of clothing and modeling it for me. Before we'd found the first outfit, getting her a couple of good bras to hold those breasts in was a priority. We bought her skirts, dresses, pants jeans, blouses, sweaters, shoes, boots and of course under wear. She was too embarrassed to go into a lingerie store, so we bought her panties and bras from the regular clothing store. I kept all of the receipts and presented them to her when we were done. The total was just slightly north of 4 thousand dollars. Her eyes bugged out when she saw the bill. "This one is on me," I told her. "But the rest of your clothes, except for the ones bought specifically for company functions, are on you." "I was going to give it back to over the next week," she said. "How?" I asked her, looking at her suspiciously. "Well those morning kisses of yours are five hundred dollars each," she laughed. "I figured that by the end of the week, we'd be even." That left us with 2 problems, the first being that we had to arrange to have all of her clothing except for the most essential items delivered because there was no way to fit most of the stuff in my car. We'd left most of the items in the stores and made a list of which stores we had to go back to. Most of the stores also didn't deliver. So I called Myrna explained the situation and told her to handle it. Armed with the few packages that we could fit into the Mustang's tiny backseat and tinier trunk, we headed for home. Our second problem was that we didn't have time to food shop, because we had to be home by six. We decided to go to a restaurant for dinner, which made Victoria smile. "Do you always drive this fast," she asked me as we flew down the freeway. "Pretty much," I replied. We got to the loft only a few minutes before the phone rang. Victoria answered it and explained to Pete who she was. "Hello," I heard her say into the phone. "Hi Pete, I'm Victoria, his new fa... I mean his new girlfriend. Yep he's here. We just got back." She looked at me and I nodded. "Yes Pete he's expecting them send them back." She put the phone down and smiled at me. "I charge extra for answering the phone too." Then she ran upstairs. There was a brief knock on the interior door a few minutes later. I opened it and ushered in two men and an attractive brunette. The men were not what I expected. When you think of Private investigators you think of some wrinkled old gumshoe. Maybe you see a Humphrey Bogart type who's lived too much of life, and seen it from all sides. These people were not like that. One of the men looked as if he'd just stepped out of a college class. The other looked like a business man, and the brunette, she was too beautiful to just sit in an office listening to tapes of people cheating on their wives. When she smiled at me, I smiled back at her. "Okay Mr. Burton, we have some preliminary information from your assistant Mrs. Stevenson, but we'd like to start out if you don't mind by hearing more of the specifics from you." "Well," I began. "This morning I had a visit from my ex wife. She seems to know more about me and my personal business than I'm comfortable with and I'd like to find out how she knows." They looked at each other, in that manner that people who have worked together for a long time have. The nerdy guy looked at the brunette and she nodded. He excused himself and left the loft. A few minutes later he came back carrying several cases. He opened them and took out various pieces of equipment and he and the larger man started walking slowly around the loft. The larger man began in the garage area and checked inside and under all of my cars. The smaller nerdy guy started in the kitchen area and worked his way around. The brunette seemed happy to just sit there on my sofa and explain to me what they were doing. When the men were done with their sweeps, they came back and announced that my loft and cars were clean. "That presents another possible scenario," explained the brunette. "You seem certain that your ex doesn't have a person in the building watching you and reporting on you, which since as you claimed, you came in through your private entrance, seems true. That means that there is the possibility that your ex has a PI firm watching you. That way she'd get reports on where you go, whom you go there with, and when." "What can you do about that?" I asked. "Well we could also follow you around and try to spot the people she's hired. On the other hand we could also try to follow the money trail by uhm... investigating her finances and trying to find out who she's paying to follow you around." "Do both," I said. "I'll also have something else going on and I'll coordinate that with you." I think the brunette was about to say something, but stopped suddenly. The nerdy guy dropped the device he was holding and it clattered loudly on the floor. "Holy shit," someone said. It was like all of the air went out of the room. Victoria was slowly coming down the stairs, in a dress that I must have missed when she tried it on. It was a deep sea green color, and though they couldn't see them, I knew it would match the color of her eyes perfectly. The dress was cut very well below the knee which was why she was walking so slowly, but the taper of the dress molded itself to Victoria's nearly obscene curves. The dress was cut low enough in the front to show off her deep inviting cleavage. The shoulders were held by 2 tiny straps which were the only things distracting the eye from all of her alabaster skin. As I looked around the room, I'd expected to see the nerdy guy and his friend staring at her, and they were. What I hadn't expected was to see the brunette staring at her as well. In fact it had been her who made the "Holy shit" comment and she was standing there with her mouth open. Victoria came into the room and demurely crossed behind the couch I was sitting on. She came around and sat down beside me. She took my hand and looked at our visitors. I don't think any of them were capable or speaking yet. Back on the Block Ch. 01 As I introduced them to her she stood and shook the brunette's hand and simply waved at the guys politely. The most interesting thing to me was the comparison between Victoria and the brunette PI. First the PI was taller, but though bigger than Victoria she came off as being skinnier. This was due to the fact that next to Victoria it was as if she had no butt and no chest. The way she looked at Victoria made it beyond obvious that she was just as interested in her as the two men were. "We'll be in touch, and we'll start our surveillance tomorrow," said the brunette as they got up to leave. After the door shut, Victoria turned and looked at me. "How did I do?" she asked. "Was it Okay for my first performance as your fake girlfriend?" "Where did you get that dress?" I asked her. "You bought it for me today silly. I didn't try it on because I wanted to surprise you with it. I figured that since we bought pants and a skirt from the same designer that it would probably fit me, but it doesn't fit quite right. Do you think we should take it back?" she asked. "Nope, never even think about taking that dress back," I said. She stood up and looked at me as if I was the village idiot. Then she turned around and showed me. "It fits Okay in the front but it's a little tight across my ass. I was looking at in the full length mirror in the bathroom and since I only bought regular underwear they kept showing, so I had to take my panties off, it's too tight." She kept standing there in front of me as if I could make the dress larger or her ass smaller by staring at it. Neither of which I'd ever do. The tent in front of my pants was testament to the effectiveness of the dress and it's fit. But then she made it worse, while I was still staring at her ass, she looked over her shoulder and flashed those huge green eyes, and I realized that there was a problem here. I'd been attracted to her from the moment I'd almost run her over, but this could easily get out of hand. The next few weeks saw Ria (short for Victoria) and I settle into our lives together. We'd had our ups and downs, but my life with her in it was far better than my life without her. It was even better than my life with Dana had been at its best. Our first little tiff had of course been about her hair. I'd made her an appointment to get her hair done and told the stylist, not to cut an inch off of it, or try to curl it any more or try to straighten it anymore. Her hair is perfect just the way it is. Just get rid of those streaks. Ria wasn't fond of the idea, because she thought the streaks of blonde in her hair made it less boring. But after a couple of days, she admitted it didn't really make much difference to her, and if I liked it she was okay with it too. Another problem we had to overcome was in bed. I had held up my promise about not raping her as she'd put it, and was having a hard time (excuse the pun) living and sleeping with her. Especially since after the few weeks were up the row of pillows wasn't deemed necessary (by her). There were several mornings when I woke up in contact with a different set of pillows, or her leg over mine. I knew that the relationship was heading down a far different path than we'd agreed on. I didn't realize that she felt the same way until she called me at work one morning. Myna always put Ria's calls straight through no matter what I was doing. Unfortunately I'd been arguing with Dana about the party we were having for Kurt and Verna's anniversary at the time. I as usual just pushed the speaker phone button and Ria's voice came through. "You left without kissing me good bye this morning," she said in an accusatory voice. Dana grabbed the phone and threw it against the wall and stormed out of the office. "Don't you dare bring that little bitch, to my parent's anniversary party," she screamed. "You and I are going to the party together, like a married couple should and that's final." She naturally slammed the door on her way out. Victoria was much calmer, I thought as I tried to call her back. Little did I know that Victoria could be just as bad as Dana, and I was about to see it. As usual I drove in through the garage door and expected to find Ria watching TV or relaxing. Instead she was pacing the floor in the living room. As soon as I came near her she started in on me. "Jason what the fuck is this shit," she screamed, she almost fell kicking at a pile of boxes and items on the floor. At first I thought it was funny and then I was horrified when I realized that Victoria had found my porn and she was not pleased. "Ria, when we first came to our arrangement it was clearly understood that there were limits to what we could or would do," I started. I'm a guy. I have needs," I shrugged. "I'm supposed to be your girlfriend," she cried, "Aren't I doing a good enough job?" "You're doing a great job," I said. I didn't tell her that she was doing too good a job in a number of ways. What had started out as just something to give me some companionship and get people off of my back about dating; had borne off the chain results. She was a great companion and my life was much better as a result of it. No one even tried to fix me up with anyone, any more, so that was taken care of as well. Some of my friends and colleagues were even asking me when the wedding date was. As another benefit, Dana literally hated her. They had never spoken, Dana couldn't even stand to be in the same room with her. I was looking forward to the Company's holiday celebration where they'd have to be. But the bad parts were there too. First off Victoria still thought of herself as just some farm girl from a small town. She had absolutely no idea of the reaction men had to her. since she'd spent her teenage years trapped on an isolated farm, she simply had not learned the normal courting rituals. Then when she'd been plunged into the worst part of DC, among whores and murderers, it didn't help either her social skills or her dating skills either. She still spoke in terms of being raped whenever sex came up. I guessed it was because, that was all she knew. She saw movies about loving relationships, she'd seen her grandparents, and even her mom and her father together. But her own personal experiences had been nothing like those. Even though she often wrapped those long legs around me when we slept, we had very little contact. If she noticed it, or noticed any touching between us she quickly moved away and looked at me as if I'd broken a rule. One morning we'd awakened nearly simultaneously and were spooned against each other. My morning erection between those luscious ass cheeks, and one of my hands was on her breast. Her hand was on top of mine and she was pushing her ass into me. When I realized what was going on I almost came in my shorts. "What are you trying to do you pervert," she'd screamed jumping out of the bed. I didn't point out to her that her hand was the one pressing mine into her breast or that she'd been the one pushing her ass into me, while I was just unmoving and accepting it. An even worse problem was that I'd realized some time ago that I was in love with her. So standing there looking at the hurt in her eyes as she trampled my DVDs was not the time to bring that up. "We could have talked about this," she snapped. "I used to be a prostitute, you know." "Victoria, I never think of you that way," I said softly trying to avoid a big argument. "So instead you hide this and make me feel like a whore anyway?" she snapped. "for all I know you could be going out and doing it with someone else. No wonder that bitch Dana thinks you're still married to her. I can't do this anymore. I can't live with you like this for another 6 or 7 months. I want to leave now." I pulled out my checkbook and wrote her a check. She looked shocked and she started to say something, then I saw a few tears coming from her eyes and she just left the loft. I stood there for a long time thinking about things I wished that I said to her. Wondering why I hadn't gotten rid of the porn or at least hid it better. The whole loft just seemed emptier than it ever had. I went upstairs and looked at the dress she had laid out for the anniversary party tonight and sighed. She'd have been even more beautiful in that dress. I put on my suit and left. I went to the hall we'd rented and gave Kurt and Verna their anniversary gift. I spoke to my brothers and their families and several people I knew from work. Dana gravitated towards me, and seemed to be trying really hard to be nice. And in the spirit of the evening, I didn't argue with her. After about an hour I was ready to leave, I'd done my duty, and just didn't feel like being at a party even though I'd been looking forward to this evening. Dana was clasping my hand as we walked around and mingled. She was smiling from ear to ear. Myrna of course didn't endear herself to Dana when she asked the question everyone had been avoiding. "Hey Boss, where's your sweetie?" Dana's smile faded, her blue eyes lightened and thinned. It grew colder in the immediate area. Dana, as I've described her before is classically beautiful. She wore a white shimmering gown and had very long, almost white blond hair. She was all Ice as she replied to poor Myrna. "I'm right here you old bag, even someone as stupid as you are, should know after all of this time, that I'm not his sweetie, I'm his wife. And I'm right here beside him as I should be." Before Myrna could say anything or do anything she might regret later, she was saved. There was a voice coming from behind me, that in a tone as warm as Dana's had been cold said, "Dana, you're his "ex-wife." That means "used to be wife," he's not married anymore, and I think she was talking about" me." I'm his sweetie, or girlfriend or whatever, and that's what "I am," now and for the foreseeable future. I can understand your problem though; you still live in the past, and your glory days. I can see that you like things from 5 years ago, back when you guys were happy. I can see that by your dress, it was in style back then wasn't it?" Victoria had arrived and she'd brought my smile with her. She stepped between Dana and me separating our hands as she did so. "Don't think you're off the hook, just because I'm here," she whispered to me as she kissed me. "We have a hell of a lot of talking to do." The rest of the evening was great, we danced, we ate and Ria got to meet everyone. My co-workers, who hadn't met her before got to see what all of the fuss was about. The ones who'd already met her or seen her got to say, "I told you so." Kurt and Verna loved her as well. The only thing that wasn't expected was that Dana left the party early. Go figure. When we got back to the loft, Victoria was back to being as angry as she'd been before we left. I found her check on the kitchen table. I asked her why the check was there. "You gave me the full amount and it hasn't been a year yet. You also forgot to take out money for my clothes," she said. "Jason why do you have so much porn?" she asked softly. "When I found it all, I was really upset. I makes me feel like I'm not enough for you, or you need someone else." She said. "And I really need to know something. Half of those DVD's are about red heads. They're probably newer because they're blue ray. Did you buy them to make yourself like me or something?" "No Ria, they are newer but I bought them because I have a thing for red heads now, I guess," I said just as softly. "I don't believe you," she said and she did seem to be smiling a little bit. "Ria, for the rest of our time together I won't buy any porn," I promised. "What about your needs?" she asked. "I'll manage," I told her. "I still don't believe you have a thing for red heads," she said. "I'm a red head and I've never seen this thing." When I went to bed that night she rolled over and threw her leg over mine. She reached up and kissed me the way she had hundreds of times before, but this time it was different. As she molded her lips to mine she opened her mouth and gently rubbed her tongue against my lips. It was almost as if her tongue was knocking on the door to my mouth to find out if my tongue could come out to play. My tongue joined hers in a playground of swapped fluids. Ria's mouth tasted like mint. The thing she wanted to see was ready for her too. It was harder than it had ever been in my life, but I had to take things very slowly because all she'd had up until now were bad experiences. I gently rubbed my hands down from her shoulders down her back and noticed that she was already naked. "Ria are you sure about this?" I asked her. Her only reply was to nod her head. At first I just kissed her and held her close to me. I rubbed and stroke her arms and back, getting little sighs and aahs from her. Then I trailed kissed down her neck and back. I wet a finger and gently rubbed her breasts touching and caressing them everywhere except her nipples. Victoria's nipples grew longer and harder as I continued to ignore them. "Jason, will you please suck my titties, they want you to, very badly," she moaned. "Maybe," I said sharply. I again licked everywhere on her breasts except for the nipples, she started to caress them herself. I noticed that she was rubbing her legs together fiercely so I pulled them apart. I kissed her left knee and then her right, and then licked my way down closer to her lightly furred vagina. "Ria, we need a plumber, there's a leak down here," I said, as I took in her fragrance. I started to gently blow on her outer lips and inner folds causing her legs to wiggle and try to break free. "Oh Jason, what are you doing?" she gasped her breath becoming faster. My tongue very gently and very tentatively began to lick and probe her inner, lips drawing closer and closer to their target. I had to release her legs to get closer to her core and they were waving around as she hunched her hips off the bed trying to push her pussy into my mouth. "Oh shit that feels good," she said as I licked her clit, "It's so tingly and so nice...Oh God. Jason what are you doing to meeeeeeee!" Her voice had risen until it just trailed off. Then while her vagina was still sensitive I attacked from the other side. I went back to the nipples that I'd avoided earlier and just tweaked and sucked them for all I was worth. Her legs started rubbing together again and I knew it was time. So did she apparently because she'd reached down and starting rubbing my dick. "Jason, is this the thing you have for red heads," she asked breathlessly. She threw her leg over mine until we were front to front again and kept rubbing it. Then she positioned it at her opening and gently rubbed herself against it. I let her do it so she could stop at any time. I knew that I probably wouldn't last very long anyway. She eased herself onto it letting out a whoosh as the bell penetrated into her sensitive area. Then she waited for a moment. "Ria we can stop," I said, thinking I'd kill her if we did. Then she started gently circling her hips and moving forward at the same time. "Oh shit," she said. "This isn't supposed to feel like this." She rolled me over onto my back and kept circling her hips as she sank down further. She kept making those little cooing sounds as she descended to the bottom. Then as her hips touched my balls I felt her stop. Then she started lifting herself and falling back and quickly returned to just shifting her hips forwards and back. She was making little grunting noises and just fell over on me and started kissing me. I decided it was time for me to join in so I grabbed her hips and started helping her move them up and down. I also started to thrust myself into her in rhythm with her own thrusts. Her grunting and cooing got louder. "Oh Jason, do it, fuck me," she said. "I was trying so hard to hold back but it felt like my nuts were going to explode." "Ria," I warned, but it was too late as the gusher of sperm I'm been trying to contain exploded all over her womb." "Aaaah, aaah, not again! she screamed," as the warm flow of liquid started her 2nd orgasm. "Jason," she said tiredly as she sank back down and just lay on my chest. "Yes Ria," I answered rubbing her sweaty back. "That was wonderful. You should have raped me way before now," she smirked. "Uh Ria," You started this, remember. "Well I should have started this a long time ago," she said. "We're going to be doing this a lot from now on." "I don't think so," I smirked. "I don't do this for free, you know." "Well, I've got thirty thousand dollars downstairs, let me know when it runs out," she said. As she said it she wrapped her arms around me and pulled the blanket over both of us. Just as I drifted off to sleep with her still on top of me, I heard her say, "Jason, I 'm sorry, I didn't mean to mess up your plan for us, but I kind of love you. And I have for a long time." Victoria segued from fake girlfriend to real one, without losing a step. I f I'd been happy with her as my fake girlfriend, words couldn't describe the joy she brought me as the real thing. But there were clouds on the horizon. For one thing my detective agency had finally come back. Dana had hired someone to follow me around, and they were still at it. But there was another agency following me around that she hadn't hired, as well. They hadn't been able to find out who'd hired the third agency, but were trying to block their attempts at surveillance at every turn. It was almost comedic the lengths we had to go to just for a quiet night out. Someone would have to drive out in one of my cars, to lure the enemy PI's to follow them. Then Ria and I would drive away in the other direction in some crappy rental car. Outside of the loft we had very little privacy. Ria often just went shopping or out and didn't care. I guess she thought that they were after me and she didn't really matter. Then one day I came home and found Ria crying on the sofa with her bags packed. I jumped out of the car and ran to her. "Ria what's wrong?" I asked her. "I have to leave," she said crying. "I need to get as far away from you as I can." "Ria I haven't bought any porn," I said. She pulled me down and kissed me. "Jason, always remember that I really do love you. That's why I'm leaving." "No Ria, you're not leaving," I said. "Now sit down and tell me what this is about." "Jason a man came up to me in the market. He knew my name and everything," she sniffled. "He also knew about me being a prostitute, and he said he was going to tell everybody. All of your friends and the people you work with. You'd be a laughing stock. Everyone would make fun of you, and your reputation would be ruined. All because of me," she cried. "So he told me the only way to get out of it would be for me to have sex with him," she sniffled. "So I thought about it, and I told him yes because I'd do anything for you, Jason. But when it came time to do it, I just couldn't go through with it, because that's what you and I do. It's something that we share and I didn't want to do it with him. But I couldn't let him ruin you so I have to leave," she sniffled. "Ria you aren't going anywhere. Do you have a number where you can reach this guy?" I asked her. "Yes," she sniffled. "Call him and tell him you'll meet him tomorrow, something came up and you just couldn't make it today." I said. Ria called him and told her what I'd said. Naturally he agreed to it. She had to go alone tomorrow to a seedy little motel just a mile from the block, where I'd first met her. "Jason will you still love me if I do this?" she asked tearfully. "Of course, never doubt it," I said. "Ria this is only sex, what we have is love, and that's a lot more important. You do this one time and we just move on with our lives Okay," I told her as I hugged her. I hated lying to her but it was really better if she didn't know. Back on the Block Ch. 01 Just as we got into bed that night my cell phone rang. It was a strange number and I was cautious as I answered it. "Hello," I said brusquely. "Jason, I'm sure you know who this is." I recognized Dana's shrieking voice almost instantly and my heart dropped. "I need to meet with you tomorrow after work, I have some bad news for you, concerning that slut you're shacking up with. She's been cheating on you, and I have proof." I slammed the phone down. Tomorrow was going to be a hell of a day. My life was going from sugar to shit in 24 hours. Not only was I going to have to sit by and watch someone else fuck the woman I loved, or risk losing my career and respect. But my psychotic bitch of and ex wife now claimed to have evidence that Ria was cheating on me. As soon as I turned out the light, Ria was on me. For a woman whom Dana claimed was cheating on me, she wasn't acting the part. But then it could be guilt. She tried to kill me with sex, and then started crying after it. "I don't want to do this with anyone else," she sobbed. "It won't be the same." "Of course it won't be, Ria," I told her. "And I don't want you doing it either. I probably shouldn't tell you this, but if everything works out you aren't going to." She turned to me with a shocked look on her face that was clear even in the dark. She fumbled around and the light came back on. Her arms were folded across her breasts, but weren't large enough to prevent those milky globes from being seen. "Jason, what the hell are you planning?" She asked. "Here I was thinking that you couldn't love me if you'd let me go off and get fucked by some other guy, and you're planning something. Why didn't you tell me?" "The PI's we hired a few weeks ago found out that not one but two people from my past have hired Investigators to watch me, and you." I said. "I'm sure that one of those people is Dana, but I still don't know who this guy is. They might be connected or they might not be. The motel you're supposed to meet this guy at tomorrow is being wired for sound and video right now. Both our PIs and a friend of mine from the police department will be there. I also have a lawyer working on getting your case thrown out and maybe clearing your record." She started smiling again and threw her arms around me. We still, didn't get very much sleep that night because there were too many things that could go wrong. Bright and early Ria, and I got up and took a shower together. She dressed in a skirt and sweater that while form fitting weren't very revealing. I was sure it would be frustrating for whoever was trying to do this to her, because it would be like one long tease that would last him for the rest of his fucking life. I knew where the place was, but I couldn't go there with her because she was supposed to come alone. I left about 20 minutes before she did and drove over with Our PI firm in their Van. Our agents had also discovered that his PI firm would be watching the area to make sure she came alone. They were also going to probably sweep the room to make sure there were no bugs or cameras there. Unfortunately for whomever he was. His PIs weren't as good as mine. We had numerous devices planted but they couldn't be detected electronically until they were turned on and they wouldn't be turned on until Ria got inside the room. Several pieces of the furnishings also contained cameras that wouldn't be noticed because they were built into the items not placed on or near them. The front display of both the microwave and the television had cameras built into them. The ceiling fan had 2 cameras in it. We had also found out the frequency that he would use to communicate with his people, and were prepared to jam it to prevent him from being warned when we moved in. Ria walked up the steps thinking she was alone but in reality she was surrounded by people who either worked for me, or her mysterious stalker. As soon as she got near the room a man stepped out of it and looked at her. He passed a long wand all around her, close to her body but didn't actually touch her. "She's clean, and God damn she's built," he said into the room. Ria walked tentatively into the room as the man who'd checked her, walked down the same stairs she'd just come up. Inside the van I was nervous as I could be. Around me suddenly the video screen lit up and I could see and hear what was going on in the room. Sally Kincaid, the brunette female investigator who ran the agency I'd hired, told me to relax and it would all be over soon. "He's not going to try to hurt her, he just wants to fuck her," she said. "I'm sure it has something to do with you though. His people have also exchanged information with your ex wife's people too, so maybe there's a mutual grudge." As soon as she said that, I had a damned good idea about who it was. Inside the motel, my suspicions were confirmed as Tim Pritchet stepped in front of the camera. "I'm going to bust his ass this time," I said tensely. "No ass busting until he says something the police can use," said Sally. "Why am I here?" asked Ria, on the screen. "You're here of your own free will," said Pritchet. "It's a simple exchange, you give me what I want and I don't tell everyone about your past, and by doing that ruin your boyfriend's career. I know I told you to come alone, but I actually wish you had told him, and brought him. Maybe it might be better if he was here watching me fuck you." "You're blackmailing me," said Ria. "That's a really ugly way to say that you don't have a choice," said Pritchet. "But I'm sure you're going to enjoy this. Jason's wife did. As a matter of fact Jason is probably used to me taking his women from him. Once he finds out I've been with them he just gives them up and divorces them. He won't even need a divorce with you." That was all I could take, I bounded out of the Van. "Start the jammer quick," I heard Sally yelling. It must have worked because there was no one in my way as I headed up the stairs. I kicked the door open just in time to see Ria running around a couch being chased by Tim Pritchet. "It took you long enough," she smiled. "I was beginning to think I was going to have to run out of here." "Jason," screamed Pritchet, his voice rose to the pitch of a teen-aged girl's when he saw me. "I know Tim, " I said." Just like you told me last time. It's not what I think, right." Before he could answer I punched him in the mouth. Then from behind him Ria took her shot and kicked him in the nuts. Before she could do anything else we heard footsteps running up the stairs. "Is that him?" asked a large man leaning over Pritchet who was cowering on the floor still holding his nuts. "Why's he on the floor like that?" "He was chasing Ria around the table after admitting he was trying to blackmail her. As I came into the room he fell and hurt his nuts on her foot." I said innocently. Officer Nelson looked over at Pritchet who was still rolling in pain on the floor. "Why is his mouth bleeding?" "Uhm he must've hit it on something as he fell, " I said. Pritchet was too busy screaming and holding onto his bruised nuts to comment. Nelson called an ambulance for Pritchet. The rest of us, Victoria, Sally, her two operatives and I all went down to the station. The District Attorney, was not happy with the circumstances or the way the evidence was brought to him. Most of this is illegal and can't be admitted as evidence, because of the circumstances under which it was gathered. My lawyer quickly cleaned up the unusual circumstances by Telling the DA that there was no unauthorized sting operation. My lawyer was as smooth as honey when he explained how, after the circumstances of my first divorce, which had been caused by my wife cheating on me with Tim Pritchet, I'd developed trust issues. I'd met Victoria and fallen in love with her, but then I'd suspected her of cheating on me. So I'd hired Sally's PI firm to get me evidence of her cheating, but when we followed her to the motel room today, we'd discovered that she was being blackmailed and had proof. We didn't know what to do about it, so since I was friends with a cop we called him, to ask for advice and he'd come over and arrested Tim who seemed to take some kind of sadistic pleasure in ruining my relationships when he was already married. By the time we left there nearly 3 hours later, Pritchet had been booked for Black mail, attempted extortion, and several other crimes. The PI firm he'd hired was in trouble and all of their operatives would lose their licenses for aiding in an illegal activity. The DA was also going to purge Ria's record. "I'll still be your whore," she whispered to me. After all she'd been through I didn't want to tell Ria about Dana and her claims. Mostly because I had the feeling it was all bullshit. Given the choice between a reformed prostitute and A cheating rich girl, I guess I'd have to believe the hooker, especially since I loved her. So I told Ria I had to go to the office for a few hours, so she should go home and get dressed up because we were going to celebrate tonight. I had Dana meet me at my office to present her evidence. Myna looked at me as if I was a snake as she ushered Dana into the office. "Jason baby, I'm so glad you wanted to talk to me," chirped Dana. "Soon this ugly episode in your life will be over and maybe we can finally get back on track, and start our family." "Just say what you came to say, Dana," I said coldly. "Well, I was supposed to have a video of her cheating but my source didn't come through," she told me. "Jason you're not going to want to hear this but she was cheating on you with Tim Fucking Pritchet. I don't have the video but I have other proof of something just as bad. Look at this." she reached into her purse and pulled out a copy of Victoria's citation for suspected solicitation." A really evil idea formed in my mind. "This doesn't prove that she did it, this just proves that she got caught in the area while they were arresting people for solicitation." I said."It's not like they actually busted her in the act of soliciting." I smiled at Dana as I said this, and looked at her breasts. "You already knew about this didn't you, Jason?" said Dana looking at me. "The idea that she's a whore actually turns you on doesn't it. It brings out that kinky side that you and I played with during the time before we divorced. " She looked shocked but she was turned on too. Her nipples had hardened noticeably. "I can play that game a lot better than she can, Jason. I can be the filthiest whore you want me to be," said Dana. "I don't know Dana, "I said skeptically. "Oh please just give me one chance," she whined. "I'll do anything." I told Dana, how I wanted her to dress, and where to meet me. She was actually smiling as she left my office. "Myrna did you hear all of that?" I asked, since the light on the intercom had been on ever since Dana walked into the office. "You may as well come with me to see the end of this." I called Nelson again and told him what was going on. With another collar like the one this morning he'd be a cinch to make detective. I quickly drove back over to the first warehouse that I'd worked for Dana's father at. I got two of our truck loaders to help me out. Though they were great guys, I have to admit that I picked them for their appearance. Steve Davis was a huge Black guy. He was soft spoken and was loading trucks to put himself through college. The other guy Eric, was Cuban. Eric looked like a gang banger but was married and totally devoted to his wife. I promised them 500 dollars each for what they thought was a prank. I also called the local newspaper and told them that there was a prostitution ring operating in the area they call the block, and someone needed to do a story on it. The editor wasn't interested, he told me the block was full of prostitution and drug rings, and it was great because it kept them out of the rest of the city and away from nice families. I told him this ring was different because it was made up of the wives and daughters of very affluent business owners and politicians, and that he should send a crew of photographers over there, and I gave him a street. I told him if they didn't get pictures to start the story in under 2 hours he would only have wasted 2 hours, but it could be a great story and a scoop. Forty minutes later Myrna, Ria and I watched from the tinted glass windows of my jeep as Dana Navarro stood in front of the same derelict storefront I'd first seen Ria at. She had her long blond hair braided into two pony tails like an extremely dirty schoolgirl, and teetered on high spiked heeled boots. She had on a skirt so short it could have been a belt and since you could see most of her ass every time she bent over, it was obvious that she wasn't wearing panties. Her breasts thought not the size of Ria's were on display and her nipples threatened to punch through the thin shirt she was wearing. "Ria, how does it feel to be back on the block?" I asked her. Before she could answer, I pointed to the news van that was already recording the scene. They didn't know who Dana was yet, but their station had done enough coverage of her at charity events that they soon would. Almost as if on cue My Screaming Yellow Mustang turned the corner and slowly approached Dana. She quickly trotted over to the car and as the passenger window was lowered stuck her head inside. I'm sure she was surprised to see that I was not the one driving my car. I'm sure she was even more surprised later on when she saw the video of herself on the news later on, with her head inside the car and her naked ass on clear display. She might've been able to say it wasn't her, but that chance went away when she heard the police car pull up and chirp his siren. She stood straight up and the photographer and the video guy both got great close ups of her face. Eric had pulled off leaving a trail of my fucking tires when the police car pulled up even though he knew that Nelson wasn't going to chase him. (not that he could've caught my car in a police cruiser anyway) Dana was arrested for Indecent exposure, lewd and lascivious behavior, and solicitation. An hour later Myrna, Ria and I were having dinner with Kurt and Verna when Dana called them to come and bail her out. She swore that it was all a misunderstanding and tried to blame it all on me. Kurt didn't react at all he simply bailed her out and told her to take a long vacation, out of town. Kurt, and Verna had a talk with me later to ask me how much of what Dana had said was true. Since I had always leveled with the old man I admitted to him that I had done it to get Dana off my back once and for all. I also told him that the reason Dana had done it was because she thought that she could influence me to get rid of Ria because she had once been arrested for suspicion of solicitation. "I have two questions for you he told me," as he gave me that no nonsense look of his. This man was the closest thing to a father that I'd ever had, so I knew I had to pay close attention to what he wanted. "Question number one," he began," Did she really have the arrest record?" "Yes," I admitted, as Verna came over and sat by him. I think I've already mentioned that I love Verna, she was the classiest woman I'd ever met. I just wish her daughter had been more like her. If she had we'd probably still be married. "So she really was a prostitute?" he asked as if he was having trouble saying the word. "Well sir, I guess so," I said seriously. "Question number two," he said, "Do you love her?" This time there was no hesitation in my voice at all, "Hell yes, sir." and I realized that I did. And far, far more than I'd ever loved Dana. "Then you know what you have to do," he said seriously, "I'll start making the arrangements immediately." "Well Sir, I understand why it has to be this way, and I'd really prefer it if you would allow me to resign instead of having it go on my record as being fired." For the first time ever I saw a reaction from Verna that I didn't agree with she simply looked at Kurt and laughed. I couldn't believe she would take my resignation or firing so casually. "What the hell are you talking about?" he asked, "Is that the only thing you know how to say? Is that what they taught you in school? Whenever something happens quit?" "I don't understand sir," I said. "Verna, how long have we been married?" he asked her. "Thirty eight years," she said smiling. It was the smile of a woman who looked back on her life and loved every minute of it. "Where did we meet again?" he asked her, for Ria's and my benefit, since they both obviously knew where they met. "Las Vegas," she said smiling again. "Where in Las Vegas?" he asked, again for my benefit. "At the bunny ranch," she replied, "I worked there, and no Jason, I didn't wait tables or serve drinks, or do cleaning, I was a prostitute." "So sir what are you saying that I should do?" I asked. Three days later in a ceremony with Kurt, Verna, Myrna, Kurt Junior and his wife, George and his wife, my old buddy Tom from college, recently promoted Detective Nelson, Sally and her operatives, and fifty or so people from work, I married Victoria. Dana was also forced to attend but she wasn't happy about it. Back on the Block A little bit later he asked about Dana, and it was my turn to feel a little bit sad. I had a few more drinks and it was time for me to head home. My body was alive then, because it was the time that I was used to being at work. Maybe Dana had gotten my message, because she hadn't called me in a couple of hours. A couple of girls who were looking for a good time tried to hook up with us, but surprisingly enough I wasn't interested. I felt like such a loser, because I knew what Dana was probably up to at that very moment. I excused myself and went home. I tossed and turned all night, partially because my body still hadn't adjusted to being back on the day shift, and also because I couldn't get Dana off my mind. It seemed as if I had just gotten to sleep when my door opened. Naturally it was Dana. I'd forgotten that she had a key. She came into the room quietly, still clutching my letter in her hand. She was crying for some reason that I couldn't fathom. "Dana, just grab your stuff and get out," I said. She jumped up in surprise when she heard me. "You scared the shit out of me," she said, "What are you doing here?" "Uhm, this is my apartment," I replied, "I belong here. I believe you were on your way out." "Jason can't we talk about this?" she asked sobbing. "Dana, what is there to talk about?" I asked. "You've won. You always get what you want, so this time shouldn't be any different." "What are you talking about?" she whined. "Look Dana, let's not do this, I'm tired and I want to go to sleep," I said. "I never expected us to last as long as we have. So I don't blame you. We were on borrowed time, from the day we met." Dana was crying now, and shaking her head negatively. "So everything will be better now," I said. "No more sneaking around, you can just go ahead and fuck whoever you want." As I said this, Dana's head snapped up. "I can do what?" she asked, looking at me. "I haven't touched anyone since we got together," she snapped. "I went out and partied, I got drunk, I got high, and I shouldn't have," she said. "Jason I was so lonely and so bored while you were at work. But I would never even think about having sex, with anyone except you," she snapped. "I love you, you Jackass." We just looked at each other for a while, and I really wanted to believe her. "So why couldn't you just tell me?" I asked. "Because, honey you have issues," she said. "When it comes to my friends, and even you and me," she continued. "In your head, you always seem to come in as less than. So if I told you I was going out to parties with a few old friends, some of whom were guys," she said. "I knew you'd freak." "Look me in the eye and tell me that you didn't cheat on me," I said. "I did not cheat on you," she said very seriously, looking straight at me. Maybe I was stupid, but I really saw no trace of dishonesty or deception in her eyes. Maybe I just wanted to believe her. Even as she said it, she was taking off her clothes. First she removed the clip behind her neck, allowing almost three feet of blonde hair to swing freely. It cascaded around her shoulders, and spilled in front of her breasts. Then she pulled down her skirt, and shinnied out of her panties, revealing her shaven vagina. That left her only her blouse and bra, both of which soon joined the pile of clothing on the floor. My resolve to dump her was melting away as fast as my erection was rising. "If you're trying to do a pump and dump," she said in a husky voice, "you need to pump me, before you dump me." As she said this she took my dick gently in her hands and spit on the end of it. Then she climbed over me dragging her small breasts slowly up my legs and abdomen until she was face to face with me. I gasped, as the nerve endings along the path she took all fired nearly simultaneously. The light pressure of her aroused nipples drove me nearly out of my mind. Even as our mouths joined, she was inserting my member into her vagina. The glob of her spit almost unnecessary, since she was dripping as we spoke. With one abrupt movement we were one. The suddenness of the union almost ended me before we got started. Dana's whispered gasp signaled that her bliss was nearly the equal of my own. We kissed hungrily allowing our bodies to adjust to the overload of stimulation. When we recovered enough to move Dana started slowly raising and lowering herself, on top of me. Her vaginal muscles stroking my erection as she went. Dana had this ability to milk every movement to full effect. Soon we were both bathed in sweat, and fighting a losing battle against total fulfillment. Then with one final descent of her pubis into mine Dana sent us both falling over the same cliff. This incident should have been a wake-up call to me but it wasn't. I never did find out whether or not Dana was lying to me about cheating, but I loved her so much, that I really wanted to believe her. Dana had a deep rooted need, to be the center of attention, and when she wasn't, she did bad things. 2 days later, I started my new job, while Dana found ways to spend my new salary. The new schedule allowed us to be together more, and our little bump in the road, was forgotten. I guess in the back of my mind I still felt like I had won the lottery, and at any minute I'd wake up, but I wasn't going to complain while everything was going great. At work things couldn't have gone any better if I'd scripted it myself. Over the next few months I blueprinted my loading techniques, and streamlined all of our loading centers, and saved the company lots of money by increasing our efficiency. Almost before the paint was dry in my office I was promoted again. My meteoric rise within the company was often credited to the fact that I was dating Dana, but those who knew my work, knew otherwise. I had adopted Kurt's habit of dropping by unannounced and in disguise, to load a truck or two, to remind me of where I'd started. It did wonders for keeping me grounded. I had run into Kurt a few weeks ago and he loaded a truck with me while complaining about the fact that since I had computerized our loading system almost anyone could load the trucks as efficiently as I used to. "You've taken all of the artistry and skill out of it," he complained. "Yeah, but you're making a ton more money," I told him. While we worked, I spoke to him about the way I wanted to basically turn our routing system over to the computers as well. Routing was currently being done the old fashioned way with a large schedule of maps and charts. I was sure that by computerizing it not only would we be more efficient, but it would allow us to consolidate several of the routes from different centers and save us even more money. After an hour spent discussing it, Kurt told me to go for it. At Thanksgiving Kurt's usual "no business at the table," rule was broken when I brought up my latest idea. We had a policy of buying our trucks and selling them after a certain mileage had been reached. We'd always bought the trucks because of the mileage being put on them. If we had leased them the mileage penalties alone, would have cost us money in the end. I proposed that with 2 of my associates; I wanted to start a subsidiary company, "Navarro Truck rentals," that would make more money off of the trucks and generate further profits. Kurt loved the idea, and asked who the associates were and where I had found them. He told me that as soon as he'd run the standard background checks on them, that we could begin, but that I'd have to depend more heavily on them than I'd expected, because he wanted me to remain with the parent company. "Trust me Kurt," I said, "You don't need a background check of these guys." "Who are they?" he laughed, "Jesus and Moses?" "No," I laughed back, "You'd still want to background check them." "Then who?" he asked seriously. "George and Kurt Jr.," I said. The conversation got even more serious after that, and Kurt brought up several questions that we answered quickly and efficiently. Kurt said it seemed like a good idea, and he'd look at our proposal after the holiday weekend. I could already tell that he was very happy with the idea and with the inclusion of his sons in a prominent role. The real highlight of that first Thanksgiving dinner though, was Dana's not so surprising announcement, that she and I were engaged. So everything went great for a while, My career was on the rise, I was in love with a beautiful woman who loved me back, We got married, bought a house, took trips did all the of fun stuff and settled into our lives. About 7 years later, "the Fit hit the Shan." I'd just come back from a trip to a conference in Chicago, I wasn't expected back until Friday, and I had the audacity to show up at home on Thursday. As I pulled into my circular driveway I noticed a strange car, in my driveway. Dana must have a friend over I thought. Just great! I come home to spend some time with my wife, and we have company. As I climbed the stairs I heard a man's voice, "Take it bitch, you know you want it." I also heard a more feminine sounding voice "Unh, unh, Oh." I recognized that voice too well, and my heart nearly stopped. I pushed the door to the guest room open and watched as Tim Pritchet, a guy we'd gone to school with, fucked Dana. For the first few minutes, I was too stunned to do anything. All of a sudden Pritchet turned and saw me. His eyes got as big as saucers and he started lying. "It's not what it looks like Jason," he said. As soon as she heard my name, Dana opened her eyes and started screaming. That snapped me out of my daze and into action. I grabbed Pritchet around his neck, and yanked him off the bed. I punched him in the face, and then slammed his head into the wall. I heard bones cracking. Then I dragged him down the stairs, by one leg and kicked him out my front door, still naked. I closed my front door, and then walked back up the stairs. Dana was still lying on the bed, she was fast asleep. She smelled like a brewery, or a liquor store, I didn't know which one. I wondered how the hell she'd fallen asleep, while I was kicking her boyfriend's ass. I packed a suitcase for her, and went downstairs to put it into her Lexus. Her car wasn't in our driveway or our garage, so I went back into the house, and found Pritchet's keys in his jacket. I put Dana's suitcase in the trunk of his car. As I started to go into the house I noticed that Pritchet was hiding in my hedges, apparently crying. As I moved towards him, he started to run. I easily caught him, and turned him to face me. Boy was I glad that our house was surrounded by hedges. I didn't want to have to explain my grabbing a naked crying man to anyone. "No please don't hit me again, I'm sorry," he screamed."You weren't supposed to come home. Dana said you wouldn't be home and it was alright." "Look, I'm not going to hit you," I said, "Why are you still here?" "I can't go anywhere, I don't have my keys and I'm naked," he blubbered. "What would you be willing to do for your keys?" I asked him. "Anything!" he said. "Stay right here," I told him. I went upstairs and got my new camcorder. I recorded Pritchet admitting that I had caught him in bed with Dana, he also admitted, that it was not the first time they'd had sex. Then I picked Dana up from the bed in the guest room and carried her downstairs. I did, out of respect for her parents, cover her up with a sheet. Then I uploaded the video to my computer and e-mailed it to her dad. I gave Pritchet her parents' address, and told him to take her straight there, not to stop, for anything. I reminded him that I still had his wallet, so I knew where he lived. Then I gave him his keys and watched him drive away still naked. I sat down at my computer, and typed out my resignation letter, and sent it to Kurt, and copied it to a couple of others in the company who depended on me, including my brothers. Then I called Tom and went out for a beer. Friday morning before I was even awake, all hell broke loose. Someone was pounding on the front door, the phone was ringing, my cell phone was ringing, and the computer, was letting me know that I had email. I looked outside the window to see who was at the front door. Naturally it was Dana. I pulled on a pair of jeans and a shirt, grabbed my wallet and keys and ran into the bathroom. I shaved and brushed my teeth, to make myself presentable, and went through the kitchen door into my attached Garage. I got into my Favorite car, a screaming Yellow Mustang GT. I started the engine and hit the button on the remote to open the garage door. Dana came running into the garage just as I started to pull out. "Jason, we need to talk," she said. "Dana, any talking we need to do, should probably happen through our lawyers," I said. "Why do we need lawyers?" she asked. "Dana, are you high?" I asked her, "I caught you fucking that slimy Tim Pritchet." "I was drunk, and lonely," she whined. "He told me this isn't the first time, Dana," I said. "It's also not the first time you left me alone," she said. "It's also not the first time, you've been caught, doing something you knew better than," I said. "But because I go out of town, to work, that's enough of a reason for you to break our marriage vows and cheat on me?" I asked. She just looked down at her feet. "I promise I won't do it again," she said. "Dana, you promised me that the first time," I said. "Ask your mom, or your brothers, to come and get your things Dana, I'll be home tomorrow." I put the car back in gear and started to drive away, but then stopped and threw in. "And Dana, don't come with them, I don't want to see you anymore until I have to, in court." I drove away and left her standing there crying. I drove around the whole day and made several phone calls, I got a very good divorce lawyer, and had a meeting with her, and explained how I wanted to proceed. I didn't touch any of our assets, because even though Dana would never need any money from me I wanted to be fair about the distribution of our equity. So I was going to wait for the lawyers and we'd work it out after I found out who was handling her side of the case. I thought that it was probably going to be the company's legal team. As I was leaving my attorney's office I got a phone call, it was Verna, Dana's mother. "How are you doing, Jay," she asked, her voice really sounded concerned. "I can come over Monday, with a truck to pick up Dana's stuff," she said. "But it would probably be better, if you just let her pick up her things while, you're at work Monday." "Verna," I said, "I'll do whatever you want me to." I've always loved her mom, that woman is class personified. "So Monday, I'll just leave, and you can call me when she's done. If you come instead of her though, let me know and I'll help you move her stuff." "No, you have that big meeting Monday," she said. "Besides Dana isn't taking all of her stuff, just some clothes and personal items." I was beginning to think that Verna was losing it. "Why doesn't she want all of her stuff?" I asked. "She's going to fight the divorce," Verna said. "And Kurt didn't accept your resignation," she added. "Jay, I know this is hard, but we'd like you to come over tonight for dinner so we can talk about this." So I agreed to go to their house that evening for dinner, if only to clear the air. That evening was nothing like I expected, Verna hugged me as I walked through the door. As we sat down to eat, Kurt exploded "What's with this bullshit, about you quitting," he said. "Well, I didn't think it would look good for my future career path, to be fired," I said. "So I thought, to resign was better for everyone," I continued. "That way you didn't have to fire me, and I kept a good resume." "Well scratch that," he said. "I love my daughter, very much," he said. "But you didn't do anything wrong, either with her or the company. What do you think made her do this?" he asked. "I wish I knew sir," I said, "If I did know, I'd never have let it happen." "Well you should know, that we're staying out of this," he said. "We are not picking sides," he continued, "You two will have to work this out on your own." Kurt was true to his word, he didn't allow the company's legal team to represent Dana. But she went out and got herself a killer divorce lawyer. Great, I thought, if the guy is this good, we'll be divorced in no time. A quick divorce was not part of their plans. Dana's lawyer, had a different strategy. He was very good, he was also expensive and I had to pay for him, since Kurt was not supporting her. "She's your wife, not mine" he told me. Anyway Dana's lawyer was pulling every dirty trick in the book to delay, and postpone the proceedings. At every turn he missed meetings and rescheduled them. At the same time he was filing all kinds of paperwork with the courts, including one move that astounded me. He claimed that Dana, who had more money than I did when you considered her trust fund, was homeless and should be allowed to remain in the residence until the courts came to a decision. At the same time he notified me that I couldn't move out, because then I'd be guilty of abandonment, and probably lose my house. Then the court ordered counseling, a long period of individual counseling for both Dana and me; then couples counseling. I was found to be fine. Dana had enough issues to fill a magazine stand. Not the smallest of which were alcoholism, and several self esteem issues revolving around a constant need for attention. The day that Dana moved back in, our 5 bedroom house got considerably smaller. Wherever I was, she turned up. So I spent a lot of time at work that week. The first night, I had just gotten into bed, when Dana walked into the bedroom, wearing only the tiniest pair of panties, I've ever seen and got into bed next to me. As much as I hated her, I couldn't deny that her body was getting a reaction from mine. I threw the covers off, and went to a different room in sheer frustration. The next night, I started out alone and after I fell asleep she got into bed with me and wrapped those long legs of hers around mine. I was dreaming about fucking her, and the dream was so real I could actually feel her hands on my dick. Then I woke up, and noticed that she was, in bed with me and her hands were, in my boxers. She just smiled at me, and didn't bother moving. I got up and went back to our Bedroom and locked the door. Every Morning, I went to work and Dana went to her schedule of shrinks and AA meetings. Every morning she also gave me the speech. It went: "Good morning Jason, I love you, I always have, I'm so sorry for what I did, I wasn't myself, please forgive me, I'll do anything to make it up to you." "Do you really mean that," I asked in frustration one morning. "Yes," she said quickly. "Then Dana," I said earnestly, "Let me go, let the divorce go through. You can win. You can have everything, I'll just walk away." "I'll do better than that," I said. "I'll sign a paper saying that it was my fault, or I cheated on you. Just please, let me go," I asked. "Two words, my husband," she said. "Neh, and ver. "Never! You'll never get away from me." I was shocked at the vehemence in her tone. All kinds of nightmare scenarios went through my mind. Most involved me being trapped in hell for some nameless sin I had committed, and Dana being a sexier, though crazed version of the Devil. "And if I can have everything, why can't I just have you?" she asked, her lips pouting like a little girl who got caught with her hand in the cookie jar, who still wanted to keep her cookie. "I meant all of our stuff," I said. "I don't want any of this shit," she said, "I just want you back." Back on the Block A couple of nights later I woke in the middle of the night and Dana was giving me a blow job. I pulled away from her and went into another room. It didn't do me any good because she now had a key to every room. "Look Dana," I said, "You can sleep in the same room I do, but you don't have the right to touch me," "So we can sleep together?" she asked brightly. "Yes," I said, "As long as you don't touch me," The next night Dana came to bed in a head to toe flannel robe. I got into bed, and she got in next to me. She rolled over as close as she could to me without touching me. I could feel her warmth all night, and it drove me crazy. I woke up the next morning with a raging hard on, that was pressed between the cheeks of her ass. My hands were cupping her breasts and she was pushing her ass into me. I got up and went to take a cold shower. While she just laughed. "I'm sorry, "I said, "I was asleep." "I wasn't," she replied. "I know someone who could take care of that for you," she said pointing at my erection. I quickly showered, and left, but not before she gave me the speech. That night it was the full court press. I was watching TV, when Dana came into the den. She had on only, a pair of those tiny thong panties that she wore to torment me. "Do you mind if I watch with you?" she asked. "Dana, there are at least 6 televisions in this house," I said. "Jason, I won't touch you, and I'm not going anywhere, so we may as well try to get along," she said. "Whatever," I replied. For the next 10 minutes Dana constantly got up and bent over, in front of me. She wiggled her ass, and did things that would make a stripper blush. I got up and left. When I got into bed she was already there. She moved over to give me room and we settled in for the night. At around midnight I woke because I thought I'd heard my name. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Dana. She had her legs spread and her eyes closed and she was furiously masturbating, as if I weren't even there. "Oh, Jason," she said through clenched teeth."Stick it in me, oh, oh," she continued. "Ooh, just fuck me hard." She said this as she was lifting her hips off the bed and fingering her clit. Her face was flushed and pale and her eyes were barely slits. She was so into what she was doing that she either hadn't realized that I was awake, and watching her, or she was pretending not to notice so she could continue her performance. "I want you so bad," she said. "Don't you mean, Tim?" I asked breaking her spell. She slumped down in the bed, embarrassed and didn't say anything. "Don't let me stop you," I said, as I got up and started for the door," I'll give you some privacy." Dana jumped up and followed me."I'm sorry," she said. "You don't know how hard it is, lying here next to you. I haven't had sex since you...," she began. "Well it's been even longer for me," I snapped. " I'm not the one who was fucking someone else while my spouse was gone." she frowned a little as I said that. "I wish that I had," I added, "Because maybe then, there'd be a reason for me to have to suffer through this. I just don't fucking understand this," I continued. "I've always treated you as well as I could." I looked into her eyes to gauge her reaction. Maybe by watching her I could get a clue to her motivation. "I've never lied to you, or hit you, shit I don't even yell at you," I said, yelling at her. "I loved you so much, that I never even looked at another woman, and believe me there have been opportunities, but I was so fucking stupid," I continued. "Any time some woman, no matter how hot, even looked at me with anything other than a professional demeanor, I immediately had them assigned to someone else," I said. "And for what," I snapped. "So the woman I loved more than anything could stab me in the back, by fucking some worm, in my own fucking house." "And you don't even have the decency to just let it go," I said in a quieter voice. "You make me stay here, trying to tempt me night after night. When all I want is to be free," I said. "I don't want to talk about it, I don't want revenge, I don't want to see you hurt, shit I don't even want to see Tim hurt. "I just want to move on with my life," I said. "It'll be better for you too," I said as I noticed the tears forming in her eyes. "Really, it would be, you could fuck Tim, and anybody else you want, whenever you want" I said. "All day, all night, nothing to hide, nothing to explain." "Please, just let me go, it's over," I said. "Dana, if you wanted for some reason to hurt me, you've already accomplished the mission. You did that already Dana, you hurt me bad. Walking into this house, that is way too big for the 2 of us, and seeing you bent over for Tim, tore my heart out. So you've already won, just let me go, before one of us does something awful," I said. For a long time it was so quiet you could hear crickets chirping in the yard. "Jason, I'm really sorry," she said, "You never did a thing wrong, this is all me. My therapist has made me see that for a long time there's been a hole in my life," she said. "I need to have a lot of attention," she continued. "When I was growing up, my parents doted on me. When I got to school, there were always boys who wanted me, and girls who wanted to be like me," she said. "But now, everyone has a career, or a job, and I'm just the Princess sitting here in her tower alone," she said. "I have the sweetest, most noble Prince, in the world, and he loves me so much, that I live for him. And we have the most wonderful, intense, passionate sex, in the world," she continued. "But just like in all of those Fairy Princess stories, the Prince has to go, off to fight a fucking dragon or something, and he's gone, all of the fucking time," she said with her voice getting louder with each word. "And the Princess just feels useless, like less of a person, after all what good is it to be a beautiful princess, if you're always "A – fucking- Lone," all of the time," she said. "And you know that I love you, that no one could ever take your place, so I didn't try and pick anyone, that there was even a chance of me falling in love with." "Tim was just someone, to play with when I got bored. He was no better than a living vibrator," she said. "So if I got horny, and I couldn't have you, I'd just call Tim, instead of sticking some plastic or rubber thingy in my pussy," she said. "It was really funny too, he'd get out of bed with his little wife and rush over here, and most of the time, I wouldn't give him any," she laughed. "He'd turn down definite sure pussy, from the wife, just to have me rev his motor up and send him home wet." she said. "But no matter what it takes, if I have to give the lawyers every fucking cent that you have, that my father has, that the company has," she continued. "I won't ever let you go," she smiled. "And you might as well, stop beating yourself up, because you can't win. I'll do whatever it takes to keep you," she said. "If you don't like me walking around here naked, put a stop to it. You could ease both of our torment, just like that," she said snapping her fingers. "Just come on over here and do what you want to do the most," she smiled. Dana leaned back against the wall and spread her long legs and ran her fingers up from her knees to her upper thighs. Then as the fingers started to turn inwards towards her crotch, she looked up at me. "Just come and get it, cowboy" she said. "There's no law against fucking your own wife," she slurred. Just take me, right now, hard and fast, work that anger out of your system," she said fingering her own vagina. "Teach this little slut, a lesson about giving your pussy, to someone else," she said, getting louder again. "You need to reclaim what's yours." she winked at me and I could see the horns or her head and the tail. "You should also, gain some new ground, "she said laughing, "Be like Star Trek." "You should boldly go, where no one has gone before!" she said. "Dana, what the fuck are you talking about?" I asked, "Are you still high?" "No, but I think you should bend me over, and fuck my ass," she said. "After you do my pussy," she continued, "Come on Jason. Do me, now," she slurred. "Gimmie' my dick!" I wish that Dana hadn't gotten to me, I really do, but at that moment I just couldn't take it anymore. Dana is a walking wet dream, she always had been. So I just did what any man would have done. I dropped my boxers and without foreplay, or conscious just ran over to her and jammed her against the wall. Her thighs were already spread, but I forced them open wider and plunged my throbbing dick into her already soaking wet vagina. I just plunged straight in, to the bottom in one stroke. It felt like sticking a nearly frozen finger into a warm glove. All of the nerve endings in my body came alive. It wasn't just our gonads; we were attached at every part of our bodies. Our mouths sought each other's lips and tongues. My arms pulled her further into me until we were almost occupying the same space. Her legs wrapped themselves around my waist, as she started to hump me, and I matched her stroke for stroke. "Oh yeah, fuck it!" she screamed. "It took you long enough baby. This is your pussy," she said. "You need it every day! And It needs you," she started screaming, "Every God damned day!" There was no thought to tenderness, or love or romance, just an animal coupling of 2 bodies that had been away from each other for too long. Our pelvises smacked together with a quick slapping sound, as we slid down the wall to the floor. The carpet burned the shit out of my knees and Dana had rug rash all over her back the next day, but neither of us had any intention of stopping or even slowing down. Dana suddenly stiffened and screamed, clawing the hell out of my back, her legs that had splayed open now reclaimed their position around my waist so tightly that I could no longer move. "Just hold it right there," she hissed continuing to hump me while her orgasm subsided. Then she rolled over on her knees and scooped some of my sperm out of her pussy and rubbed it around her opening. She spread her ass cheeks apart and looked at me over her shoulder. I pushed my dick to the opening but there was no way it was going in. So I started by gently trying to push a finger in. I licked the finger and gently pushed it inside her tight anal ring. "Oh shit," exclaimed Dana, "that feels weird" "Please don't," I said. "Don't what?" breathed Dana. "Don't shit," I said. After getting the finger inside, I began to stroke it in and out slowly and gently. At the same time I started fingering Dana's vagina again until she started whimpering and humping my fingers. Then I added another finger, and started the whole process again. This time instead of adding a finger, I pushed my dick slowly inside her. When the head cleared her anal sphincter, she was so tight I thought she would snap my dick off. "Ohhh!" cried Dana, as I started pushing more into her tight hole. I backed off a bit and then started to push forward again. I reached around and started to very gently finger her clit as I started stroking in and out of her ass. Dana just collapsed; her knees were no longer holding her up. She was lying flat on the floor with me on top of her stroking my dick in and out of her ass. I wasn't sure if Dana, was enjoying the ass fucking or if she was just having another orgasm from my fingering her clit, which was more likely, but we both came nearly simultaneously and harder than I ever remember. I lay there, bathed in sweat on top of her, with her whole body quivering, and tears running down her face. As I tried to pull very slowly out of her, the tightness of her ass re-stimulated my dick to the point where it was almost hard again. She reached back as I spooned her on the floor and wrapped her arms around me, pulling herself further into me. When she felt my dick bump her, she smiled. "Something around here missed me," she said. She got up and knelt over me and licked the end of my dick. To tell the truth I was partially grossed out by it, but I hated the bitch so much, and it felt so good that I wasn't going to stop her. The look on her face said it all; she knew what she was doing. It obviously didn't taste very good, the mixture of my sperm, her vaginal secretions, and particles of fecal matter from her ass, but she never said a word. Maybe she thought that doing it was a part of her penance for her actions. She took my dick in her mouth and started giving me a blow job. On my part, it was probably just the pure filthiness of what she was doing, but I was so turned on that I came again, in a very short time. She literally started sucking the sperm out of my dick as it came out, and that sensation was too much for me. I pulled out of her mouth and hand, and the last few spurts, went on her face, and her breasts. I got up into a sitting position, and hugged her to me. I'm sorry but there was no way I was going to kiss her until she had brushed her teeth a couple of hundred times. I wiped the tears from her face, and some of the sperm, and looked at her. "Dana," I said, "I'm sorry if I hurt you, but I couldn't control myself." "It didn't hurt much," she said, "You were very gentle." "Then, why are you crying?" I asked her. "Because I'm so happy," she said. "For weeks now, I didn't think, I even had a chance, at getting you back." She said. "I also didn't think you'd ever touch me again," she said. "But now, not only did I get to have you again, there's a good chance that, we'll stay together," she said. "Dana, there was always a small chance that we'd stay together," I laughed. "I've always loved you, so much," I said. "Yeah, but now you have no choice," she said. "And I swear to you, that I won't ever cheat on you again." "Dana, all we did was have sex," I said. "I didn't rape you, you even begged for it. So just because we fucked, it doesn't mean that we're locked together," I said. "Well it might not under normal circumstances," she said. "Of course, you didn't rape me, and I did beg you for it," she continued. "If you want it, we can even do it again, right now or whenever you want it," she said smiling. "Ooh I have a great idea, why don't we go over to my Dad's house, so you can fuck me on their dining room table" she said smiling. "Or better yet, bend me over the conference table and fuck my ass, during the next board meeting," she laughed. "We're yours again and that's all that matters," she said. "What the hell are you talking about?" I asked. I was beginning to have a bad feeling about this. "Since I got back in the house, like you've noticed, I've been running around naked, and acting like I was in heat," she said. "I also went off birth control. And you know how money can buy you nearly anything?" She smiled at me again the way that every nefarious bad guy in the movies always does as they're telling the hero the details of their plot to take over the world. "I got a doctor, to give me some of those fertility drugs, that they give women who can't get pregnant," she said. "So all three of us are yours again, me, my pussy, and your baby," she smirked. "And I know you're just not the kind of guy to run out on his own child," she added. "So you and I will be together for at least the next 20 years," she said with another blast of the bad guy smile. "And I know that you love me, even though you're really angry at me, so in the end I'm expecting that love to win out, and we'll be happy again," she said her face changed even as the words came out of her mouth. "Really this was all I needed, I needed something else to fill my life, while you're at work," she said. "So there won't be any more affairs, because I'll have you, and when you're not around I'll have your baby." Dana looked up at me with a really smug look on her face. I didn't know what to say, or what to do. "I love you Jason, I'll never let you go," she said smiling, then she added, "Game over." I jumped away from her as quickly as I could. She just sat there with that smug look on her face. "Don't take it so hard baby," she said, "I swear I'll never do anything to hurt you again. I've been in hell since we broke up, I never want to go through that again," she said. I was really tempted to just smack the shit out of her, at that moment, but I didn't. I took a quick shower, and dressed. "See you when you get back, honey," she said smiling at me. She actually had the nerve to rub her vagina. God Damn, I was pissed at myself. I needed to think, so I just got into my yellow Mustang and drove off. After driving around in the dark for a while, I realized that I was hungry so I ended up pulling into the parking lot behind a cheap greasy looking little Coney Island Hot Dog place. As I walked in, the aroma of week old grease, and the sight of big fat flies reminded me of the places I used to eat and hang out in during my pre-Dana college years. I ordered a bowl of Chili, and a Coney dog, from the bored, and scruffy looking character behind the counter. I looked at the name tag on his once white apron that was decorated with grease spots. The name tag read "My name is Flo" and I almost laughed. This guy didn't look like a Florence. The only other occupants of the place were two tired looking women, who were obviously working girls. They looked like they were at the end of their useful hooking lives, because they were both getting fat around the middle and using even more than the average amount of hooker make up. There's a point where make-up does more to make a woman look more like a fucking circus clown, than it does to enhance and beautify her features. And these two were beyond that. Still at that moment I'd have been way more likely to fuck one of them bareback, than to ever stick my peter in Dana again. As they got up to leave they appraised me, and made eye contact. "Sorry ladies, my soon to be ex wife, took all of my money and my balls in the divorce settlement," I said. "Well, I could do a freebie, so money's not a problem," said the taller uglier one. "Yeah but she's still got my balls," I laughed. As they shrugged their shoulders and walked off into the chill evening, I heard a familiar sound. A big throaty V8 funneled through a nearly illegal exhaust system. For a second, I thought some asshole was trying to steal my car and then I saw the headlights enter the parking lot and pull up right next to me. What are the chances of that? I wondered. The guy came into the restaurant (if you could call it that) and his eyes scanned the place, as if he was looking for possible threats. There was no fear in his eyes; just that been there, and lived through it look, that cops and vets all have. He came in and sat down near me, though there was plenty of space in the nearly empty room. He caught Flo's eye, and yelled out his order. "2 Coneys, with everything and put pickles on them," He said, as he sat down near me, "to go." "The pickles add to the flavor," he said in response to my curious look. "What year?" I asked. "08 charcoal gray GT," he said. "06 "Screaming Yellow GT," I replied. "I like your paint," he told me. "Sometimes I wish I had yours," I said, "There are times when I'd really like to be un-noticed and a bright Yellow Mustang is pretty fucking hard to hide." "Hiding sounds good about right now," he said. "Can't run away from it though," I began, "It's just like our cars." "How so?" he asked as the cook brought him a greasy bag. "Well, right there on the front you see that horse, the Running Pony," I said. "That horse is purely an American symbol, it means freedom," I continued. "But if you look at the horse, it isn't running away from shit," I said looking at him."That fucking pony is running right into the thick of things, and that's the kind of guys we are," I said. "So whoever they are," and I hesitated here. "Be that Mustang, run straight at them and give em hell." I think his back was a little bit straighter than it had been when he came in, and he revved his engine a bit louder than necessary as he pulled out of the parking lot. Back on the Block I left a short time after he did, and I guess my own words came back to me, I had never gotten anywhere by hiding from my problems. I had to face them head on, so the best thing for me to do was to just go at Dana as if she was a problem. I would not allow her to determine my fate or my life. I did need to find out though whether or not she was pregnant. If she was, I was as she put it, stuck with her for at least 20 years, because even though there had been studies about how kids turned out, who grew up in homes with divorced parents. I wasn't about to do that to any child of mine. If by some miracle, she wasn't, hoo wee, it's gonna get pretty cold in here boys and girls. As I drove through the dark early morning streets in the area they called the block I saw many things. I saw what I originally thought were women, that weren't. I also saw things that didn't look like women; that were. I saw literally hundreds of hookers, some were fresh, and could have been any college girl who had just slipped out of her dorm. Others were so strung out on drugs, and whatever else they did, that they probably wouldn't survive the night. There were even big fat assed matronly Grandmotherly types, walking slowly along the streets, as out of place as antlers on an elephant. Then suddenly, more out of reflex than any conscious decision, I slammed on my brakes. If I hadn't she'd have been dead. I was probably doing 40 in a 25 mph zone. She stood there with that deer caught in the headlights look, while she was startled by the near brush with my bumper. She literally was a "dear," caught in my headlights. She looked to be no older than 20 or 22, and was probably younger than that, and she was beautiful. She was almost breathtakingly so, but I got the idea that she either didn't know it or didn't care. She had long, thick, wavy, red hair, which someone had gone crazy and added yellow blonde highlights to. So the effect was almost as if her hair was on fire, when caught in the glow of the Mustang's high intensity halogen headlights. I couldn't make out the color of her eyes from the distance, but they were piercing and beautiful. Her lips, like the rest of her were succulent and purposeful; Lips like that were intended for kissing. Her body was the same, she was bigger on top than Dana, and we're not talking about fashion titties here boys. These were not just bags of saline implanted under the fatty layer of her chest for the sole purpose of attracting a mate. These were nature's own real live jugs that would someday overflow with milk to feed her young. They would also, only grow bigger and start to sag, as she aged. But for now they were as awesome as the rest of her. The jacket she wore against the evening chill, stopped at her waist, and I found myself thanking God, for small favors. Her ass even in her tight jeans was spectacular. Something about this goddess in training just seemed out of place here. It was like finding a statue of an angel, in a dirty trash can. You just wanted to take it out and display it in a church or a museum. With her aristocratic features and bearing, I could imagine this woman as a Queen who'd been transported across time, to the block. I was expecting her first words to me to something haughty and noble, like, "Let them eat cake." But I was both disappointed and pissed as she spoke and destroyed my illusion. "Dumb fucker," she spat at me. "Watch where the fuck you're going doofus!" "Stupid bitch," I spat back as I drove off. Thus ending that fantasy. I spent the next few hours driving around, and pulled back into my driveway as the sun was coming up. I went upstairs and found Dana in the bedroom. She obviously hadn't done much since I left. She was sprawled across our bed with her legs splayed open and dried cum, running out f her vagina and on her face. The whole room smelled like pussy so I opened up the window, and let a cool crisp fall breeze in, hoping she'd contract pneumonia before I got her nasty ass cleaned up. I went into the bathroom and started the tub, then went to the kitchen and started the coffee. Heading back upstairs I picked Dana up and carried her into the bathroom. She woke up and scanned my face as I carried her. "Where are you taking me!" she asked as I gently placed her in the warm tub filled with her favorite bubble bath. "Ooh, that feels good," she said smiling, "I thought you might be really angry at me. But you'll see," she said." We're gonna be really happy, baby." "I know it was another bad thing, but it's for a really good reason. I got the idea from watching Jerry Springer," she said. "Don't kiss me," she warned, "My breath tastes like shit." I believed her because she literally, had licked her own shit off of my dick, after I had pulled it out of her ass. It was funny though, because kissing her was the last thing on my mind. "My ass is really sore. But my pussy has that warm glow that I've missed so much." she said stroking my face."I only get that from you," she said. I went downstairs and brought her a cup of coffee, and her toothbrush. "What are you going to do while I'm at work?" I asked her, pretending to care. "Ooh, first I'm going to sit here, and just recover from that fucking you gave me," she said. "Then I'm going to try and decided which room we're going to convert into the nursery. And I'm going to start picking out decorations, and baby furniture. But it's going to be hard until we know the gender of the baby. Then, I'm going to make myself beautiful and sexy, for you to come home to. I have to start exercising and all of that though, so I can keep my figure after all of our kids are born," she continued. "I don't want to turn into some fat assed little wife that you'd cheat on, because you don't find her attractive anymore." I couldn't believe my ears; did she say all of our kids? "What do you want me to wear for you tonight?" she asked. I started to say a muzzle, a mask, and a chastity belt, but I held my tongue. "You don't have to wear anything, for me," was what I said. "Oh so daddy wants me naked again," she said, making me wonder what she heard. "Okay," she said softly. "But tonight could you make love to me, instead of just fucking me? I'll probably still be a little sore," she pouted. I realized that I just did not understand this woman, what had I said to make her think that we would ever have sex again? I changed into a business suit and headed for the office. I worked out of the corporate headquarters now. Kurt had a corner office and so did I. I also had an office across town in the building that housed the offices for our now burgeoning, truck rental business. We also now rented passenger cars and had a corporate fleet vehicle leasing program. I did a couple of meetings, including one with the board of directors, where I detailed my trip from last week, and what we could expect. I also explained to them, that my intention was to open offices in Canada, for both our logistics company and the rental company, very soon, and then move into Europe. It was time for Navarro's interests to expand into the global market. One of the directors asked why not South America, before Europe. I explained that even though proximity and distance wise South America, especially Mexico made sense, the political upheavals and drug wars made SA too much of a risk presently. All of the directors were impressed, especially when I pulled up slides showing the crime rates, and recent attacks on tourists and foreign nationals that were occurring daily. I spent the rest of the day, from just before lunch on looking at condos and lofts on the internet. At about 2p.m. Kurt came by to see me. He'd gotten a report on my board meeting and was really happy with my progress. He got a chance to see the detailed plans I had for our expansion. We again discussed my proposal to replace Tyler Chriscos as CEO of the Truck rental business with George, and move Kurt Jr. into the COO post. I explained to him that Tyler had a lot of experience, but had just been given the position because he was an old friend of Kurt's and couldn't go any higher in the Logistics company because Logistics already had a CEO, Kurt, and I had taken Tyler's old post as COO. "George and Junior have run this company, since we had the original idea" I said. "It's time for them to take over, and Tyler, as nice as he is, is always a step behind," I continued. "He spends more time playing golf, than he does working," I said. "I know," said Kurt, "I play with him every day. Does that mean, you think, I should bow out too?" he smiled. "There's no one here who's anywhere near ready to take your place sir," I said. "It'll be a few years before George and Junior are ready for the big picture," I said. "I wasn't thinking about them," he said, "Although, I'm proud of my boys, you pushed them and made them develop into far more than I ever expected out of them." Then he broke our long standing rule about no personal business at the office. "How are you doing?" he asked, "Are you still crying, over Dana?" "Sir I still love her so much, but she just keeps stirring the pot." I said. "I really think that we'd be better off, if she'd move out, or let me." I continued. "We just keep hurting each other, over and over." "You should just do it," he said. A couple of hours later I was taking a tour through an unfurnished loft, downtown near the river front. The loft was perfect. Stark brick walls, thick carpeting everywhere except for the hard wood floors in the kitchen area. A chrome staircase led upstairs to the sleeping area and a second bathroom. It was all one huge room that was nearly as big as some houses. "How many garage spaces do I get?" I asked the manager. "How many do you need?" he asked looking at me funny. "At least 2, but three would be better" I said. "$200, per month, per additional slot," he said, "but I also have a bigger unit, on the ground floor that has a garage door that opens in from the street." "You could literally drive into your own living room." He said looking at me funny. "Sold," I said and wrote him a check for the first and last month's rent, and security deposit. "I probably won't move in for a while, because I have to buy furniture, and work out some details with my wife's lawyers," I said. "Ah," he said, "Now I understand the need for the additional parking spaces. One is for your wife," he said. "No, they're all for me, I'm leaving that crazy bitch ASAP," I said walking away. Over the next few weeks, I lived a double life. At work I was the same old Jason I'd always been. True I did spend a little of my time each day furnishing my loft, but other than that, I was me. At night, I was the best fucking actor in the world. I treated Dana like she was gold plated. I did everything she asked of me. We went out to parties with her boring, arrogant, pretentious friends and I pretended to have a good time. Then we came home, and spent a lot of time together. The only thing she didn't like was that I insisted on wearing a condom when we had sex. I'd told her that I wouldn't fuck her bareback again, until we knew for certain that she hadn't picked something up from Tim. We wouldn't want to hurt the baby, by passing an STD back and forth between us. At first she hated the idea, but for some reason she thought that us having a lot of sex, was necessary for our continued growth as a couple. She told me at least 20 times a day how much she loved me, and how sorry she was. She even told me that she knew it was going to take a while, for me to trust her again and be able to express my feelings for her. But she was patient, and ready to wait for me. And Dana had literally turned into a whore; she did anything I wanted without hesitation. Nothing was too dirty, or too nasty. There was nothing off the table when it came to sex. I once jokingly told her I was curious about Golden showers, and the whole urination thing. When I came home, there were rubber sheets on the bed in the guest room and all over the floor. Even I had to admit, that when she greeted me at the door, wearing nothing but a smile, I was often so turned on that I just couldn't resist her. Dana didn't know it, but we were both waiting for the same thing. Then one morning, it happened. As we were having breakfast, the phone rang, I absent mindedly picked it up. "Hey Jason," said the voice, "Ralph Derrico here. I'm afraid I've got some bad news for you," he said. "I just got her test results back." My heart stopped beating temporarily. Derrico was Dana's doctor. I'd asked him to do a DNA test for me to make sure I was the father, as soon as it was possible. I wasn't expecting results this fast it had only been about 3 or 4 weeks. I was hoping it might be Tim's fucking baby and I could just be done with Dana. Or I could just be resigned to my fate. "You guys will just have to try again," he said. "But at least you're both disease free." "What?" I snapped. I guess he got the wrong impression. He mistook my surprise, as anger, or disappointment. "Look, it's not the end of the world," he said. "Dana just isn't pregnant. You can still try again," he continued as I hung the phone up. I looked across the table at Dana as she ate her breakfast. Looking at her made me think about nature. The woman was like a lot of plants, truly beautiful to look at, but full of deadly poison inside. What the hell, I thought, one more for the road. Dana knew I liked looking at her so she generally kept the heat up very high in the house and walked around nearly nude. She was tall, blond and slender with beautiful perky breasts and the slim hips of those fashion models and TV weather girls. I took the piece of toast she was eating out of her hand and stood her up. Then I grabbed her and pulled her to me lifting her by her ass and sat her down on the kitchen counter. She wrapped her legs around my waist and started kissing me back. I licked her breasts everywhere but her nipples, and traced my tongue up to her neck. Dana loved to have me nuzzle her neck. Some women liked their ears done, with Dana her ears were a dead spot, but you could start her gushing just by light blowing on her neck. I swear her neck was connected to her pussy because within seconds, she was squirming and telling me she couldn't wait. I didn't make her wait either. I reached into the pocket of my robe and rolled the condom over my dick. "Come on daddy, I'm on fire" said Dana. Less than 3 seconds later the condom was in Dana's vagina, with me going along for the ride. Dana had always loved sex, but lately, she was insatiable. Sometimes I thought my dick would drop off, since we were going at it 2 or 3 times a day. I think it was all in her mind. She had read an article that said a lot of women were constantly horny while they were pregnant. And I think she was sure that she was having a baby. The baby was supposed to be the thing that would tie us together forever. We had names picked out. Kurt after her father, if it was a boy or Verna after her mother, for a girl. Verna was my idea of course. I have to admit it that morning was my crowning performance. As I headed for the shower, already late for work, I left Dana a quivering wreck on the kitchen floor, with three used condoms around her. She was smiling, as she lay there with her legs splayed open. "That was sooooooo good!" she said as I stepped into the shower stall smiling. "We're probably going to need more condoms," she said yelling to me so I could hear her over the noise of the shower. "No we're not" I yelled back to her as I dried off. "Do you want to try fucking my ass again?" she asked. "I didn't really like it, but I'll do it if you want to," she said. "Not going to happen," I said as I dressed. I think she thought that I didn't want to do it because she'd said that she didn't like it. "Why don't we need more condoms?" she asked. "Because we're disease free," I told her. "Was that the doctor on the phone?" she asked as I picked up my briefcase. "Yep, it was," I told her. "Ooh, so we can do it without rubbers" she said, "That's why you're so happy. You want to feel this pussy, with nothing between us," she said. I grabbed her, and looked deeply into her eyes, "Nope that's not why I'm so happy," I said. I kissed Dana, like I was an incubus and tried to suck the life out of her. She was out of breath, and staring glassy eyed at me as I let her go. "Take the day off and fuck me some more," she said her voice full of lust. "Nope," I said," Got a meeting with your dad." "Well, I know somebody who is really going to get some pussy tonight," she said. "Well, you can tell Tim, I said to enjoy it," I told her. She looked at me with indignation written all over her face. "I haven't touched Tim or anyone else except you, since..." she said, leaving out ,"since you caught me with him." "We're starting our family now" she said, "And maybe it isn't the way you wanted it, but there's nothing we can do about it now. And even you have to admit, the past 3 weeks have been wonderful," she whined. "I love you so much more, there's no need to bring up Tim. That was the past," she continued. It was an awful mistake, but the future is you, me and our baby. That's why I had to play all of those games with you, because I knew you still loved me, and it really wasn't much of a challenge." she said. "Every man I've ever run in to, always wanted to fuck me, but you're the only one I want," she said. "I regret that it was necessary, to trick you, but we're happy again, and I swear to you, I'll never do it again." "Dana, since every man you run into wants to fuck you, you don't need me," I said smiling. "What the hell are you talking about?" she added. "And I've got a question for you. If the doctor said we don't have STDs, why did you just use condoms?" she asked. "Because I wanted one for the road, and you're not pregnant," I said. Dana's face fell as I walked out the door. That was 8 months ago, and I'm still very careful now. Dana occasionally catches me at work, and starts talking about getting back together, or how much she misses me. She's made it no secret that In her mind, even though we're divorced, she stills owns me and I own her. My divorce was final sometime back, and I've lived like a monk ever since. I go to work, stay there nearly the entire time that I'm awake; then go home just to sleep, shower, and get back on the job. That's my schedule, 7 days a week. Even Kurt has been after me to take some time off. After he found out what Dana had tried to do to me, he really had no words and told me so. I found myself, believe it or not, trying to explain at least, what I thought were the reasons for her actions. Several of the single and divorced women on the staff, made overtures or, tried to intro me to some friend or relative of theirs who'd be perfect for me. I refused to date or even have women as friends. But lately the loneliness was getting to me. My temper was getting shorter, and my list of the porno movies I owned was getting longer. I needed something, even if it was just a one night stand. I didn't want to go to an escort service, where, there'd be a paper trail. No Heidi Fleiss, tell all books about the boy wonder of logistics' tryst with an escort. If I was going to do this it would be quick, cheap and nasty. That's how I found myself on the block. Part 2 the conclusion next week