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Entrapment

By: rosebud_6



Claire had been seeing Billy for just over 6 months now. He would stay at her house almost every weekend, whenever he didn't have to fly interstate for work. He would come over each Friday night and they would get take away, rent a DVD and then spend the rest of the night in the bedroom. It was starting to turn into a routine. They would start with a little foreplay before moving into the missionary position and ending with her on top. It was Thursday night and Claire decided to stop in at the sex shop on the way home from work to see how she could spice things up for the coming weekend. She walked up and down the rows of dildos and vibrators picking one up to look at it's features every so now and then. One of the sales women came over to her.

"Can I help you with anything?"

"I'm not sure." Claire hesitated. She'd never actually been in a sex shop before. She'd always bought her toys discretely online. "I'm looking for something that will spice things up a bit, but there are so many things available that I'm a little overwhelmed." She blushed.

"That's ok. I can try to help you to decide on something if you like? That's what I'm here for. I can recommend a few different things depending on what you feel comfortable with."

"Ok, well it's for my partner and I. Things are getting a bit too routine, if you know what I mean?"

"Ah ok, well were you thinking of buying some sort of toy, like a vibrator? Or how about some new lingerie? We had a delivery of some gorgeous new stock today."

"Umm, I guess I could look at some lingerie."

"Ok, follow me." They walked over to one of the walls which was filled with racks of teddies and g-strings. "What size are you? About a 10?"

"Yeah, good guess."

"How about something like this?" the sales assistant held up a red ensemble with padding in the bra section. "Now this is sexy."

"Yeah, it's nice." Claire took the teddy from the sales assistant and turned it over in her hands. She noticed the price tag said $120 and she handed it back to the sales assistant. "Do you have anything a little cheaper than that? I'm on a bit of a budget."

"Sure. We have this bra and brief set for $80. Is that a better price range?"

"Ummm, I was thinking more along the lines of about $50?" The sales assistant looked at her and put the underwear back on the shelf.

"Ok, well for $50 you could get something like... a pair of handcuffs or a mouth gag?" She walked over to the other side of the store with Claire following close behind wondering what you would do with a mouth gag. "We have these metal cuffs for $20 or the fluffy ones for $35." She handed Claire the two pairs of handcuffs for her to look at. "And these mouth gags are $20 each as well." She handed Claire what looked like a little rubber ball with elastic sticking out the sides of it.

"I like these." Claire held up the fluffy pair of handcuffs. "They're so cute."

"I'll tell you what. I'll give you a special price. If you buy both the fluffy handcuffs and mouth gag, you can have them for $45 if you like?"

"Sold!" they walked over to the counter and Claire paid for her new purchases. This would certainly spice things up for sure!

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After Claire got home from work the next day she quickly jumped into the shower and cleaned herself thoroughly. She put on her silky black bathrobe and walked back to her bedroom. She picked up the bag of goodies that she left beside the bed the night before and took out the handcuffs and mouth gag. She turned the mouth gag over in her hands. She'd seen one of these in a porno once, but never in real life before. She guessed that you put the rubber ball into your mouth and the elastic around your head. It had little clips at the back that she guessed were used to tighten or loosen the gag. She looked at the handcuffs with the black, feather-like fluff fastened to the inside. They came with a little set of keys so that you could lock and unlock them. She decided that she was going to surprise Billy when he came over, by already being cuffed to the bed when he arrived. She made sure the front door was unlocked, and walked back to the bedroom taking her robe off and dropping it on the floor in the hallway so he would have to stop to pick it up and wonder why it was there in the first place. That would get his curiosity going. It was almost 7pm, so she quickly lit some candles and turn on some soft music, then sat in the middle of the bed and unlocked the handcuffs so they were ready to be snapped shut around her wrists. She untangled the elastic that was surrounding the mouth gag and put the red rubber into her mouth. It was bigger than she expected it to be and she hoped it wouldn't be in her mouth for too long because it could start to get uncomfortable after a while. She placed the elastic around the back of her head and adjusted the straps so that it wasn't too tight, but made sure that it wouldn't fall off easily. Next she placed her wrist in one of the handcuffs and fastened it around the top corner of the metal frame of her bed head. She placed her other wrist in the other handcuff and twisted her body around to clip it onto the other corner of the bed. She suddenly had a thought. Her vibrator! She slid her bedside drawer open and pulled it out and sat it upright on the top of the table. She returned to the task at hand and turned her eyes back to the handcuffs. It was hard to do one handed, but she managed to finish handcuffing herself without too much trouble. She looked over at the bedside table and noticed her mobile phone sitting on it. She tossed the keys to the handcuffs on the table trying to land them next to the phone, but didn't use enough force and they hit the side of the table and fell onto the floor beside the bed. Damn. Oh well. Billy would be able to pick them up later on in the night when he unlocked her. She slid her body down towards the end of the bed so she would be laying down when Billy came through the door. He would be here any minute now.

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Claire had been laying on the bed for about 10 minutes waiting for Billy to arrive when she felt her jaw starting to ache from having the gag in her mouth for so long. She tried to reposition the gag with her tongue but gave up after she realized that she'd made the straps too tight and it wasn't going to budge. She started getting a little anxious that Billy hadn't arrived yet and couldn't believe that she was laying on her bed naked, handcuffed and gagged all alone. What was she thinking?

She heard her mobile phone beep and looked over to the bedside table. Someone had just sent her a message. She wondered if it was Billy telling her that he was going to be late. She tried to reach it with her right hand but it was positioned up too high. How did she get herself into this situation? She was stuck here on her bed for who knows how long, unable to reach her mobile phone. Then she thought about the keys to the handcuffs. If they were on the floor, there's no way she'd be able to reach them and unlock herself if Billy was going to be late. What was she going to do? She sat up a bit so she could stretch her right arm out and try to reach her phone again, but she was about a foot short from it even touching it. She tried to wriggle her wrists out of the handcuffs but they wouldn't slip over her hands. This was ridiculous. She was stuck and wasn't sure how long she'd have to wait until she could free herself. What if Billy got caught up somewhere? She could be stuck like this for hours. Don't panic, she thought. There's got to be a way out of this somehow. Just think. She twisted her body towards her right hand so she could at least get the gag out of her mouth, but she couldn't reach it with her right hand locked up so far away from her body. She tried to shuffle her bum over a bit more to the right, but her left arm was stretched out to it's maximum and when she turned her head and tried to reach the gag with her hand, she couldn't get it close enough. Fuck! She only needed about 2 inches more. She stretched as far as she could but both her wrists started to hurt from the extra pressure she was putting on them and her jaw started aching even more from being held open for so long. What the fuck was she going to do now?

Claire tried to twist her body around so her legs were over to one side of the bed. Maybe she could reach her phone with her foot? She spread her legs wide and got her right foot onto the edge of the bedside table. She shuffled her bum towards the back of the bed head and twisted around as far as her arms would let her without hurting her shoulders. She touched the phone with her foot and accidentally slid it further away from her. No! She gently placed her toe on top of the phone and started sliding it towards the bed. She stopped when she got it to the edge of the bedside table and sat upright again. Now maybe she'd be able to reach it with her hand? She stretched her right arm out and reached for her phone. The metal of the handcuffs dug into her forearm through the fluff, but she could feel the cold plastic of the case with her fingers and struggled to pick it up with her fingertips. Got it! She unlocked the keypad and pressed the button to look at her message. It was from Billy.

'Won't be able to make it tonight babe, sorry. Work's flying me to Sydney for a last minute presentation. Have a good weekend.'

Oh my God! Billy wasn't coming over tonight! What the fuck was she going to do? She felt her heartbeat racing as she realized that she might be stuck like this for the whole weekend. Don't panic. Just text him back and ask him to come over before his flight. Easy. She started typing in her reply.

'Are you leaving tonight? Could you please come over before your flight leaves?'

Send. She waited for a few seconds before he answered.

'Sorry, I'm already at the airport. My flight leaves in about 10 minutes. Have to go now. I'll give you a call tomorrow night. Bye babe.'

No!!! This was not happening to her! There was no way he would be able to come all the way across town to unlock her before his flight left. What the hell was she supposed to do now? She sank back down into the bed and started to cry. How was she going to get out of this one? She tried to manoeuvre her leg down beside the bed to reach the keys with her toes, but her hips wouldn't let her leg swivel backwards towards them. She was stuck here with no-one to help her out. She started sobbing quite loudly and the tears flowed down the sides of her cheeks. She watched as the candlelight softly flickered on the ceiling and she listened to the George Michael song that was playing on the stereo. What the fuck was she going to do?

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Claire looked at the mobile phone in her hand. There's got to be someone she'd be able to call who could help her out. She thought about texting her best friend Jenny but remembered that she was out of town visiting her mother for the weekend. She scrolled through her list of phone numbers until she came across Dave's mobile phone number. She hadn't seen Dave since she started dating Billy. Should she ask him for his help? What would he think seeing her like this? She continued scrolling through all the numbers in her phone until she got to the end of the list. The only name that stuck in her head was Dave's. She decided to send him a text as he was one of the only people in her list of numbers who had seen her naked apart from Jenny. Well, here goes nothing. She thought. She began typing.

'Any chance you're in my area at the moment? I could really do with a favour. I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important.'

Send. She remembered saving Dave's mobile number from the member's list that the bushwalking club gave out. She sent him a naughty text one day and he got angry and told her not to use that number in case his wife found out what happened on one of their recent camping trips together. She hoped he didn't get angry at her again and that he wouldn't mind her asking him to help her out. She heard her phone beep and looked at the screen.

'What's up?'

'This is going to sound stupid, but I'm a bit tied up and I need a hand getting out of a situation. Can you come over please?'

'What do you mean tied up?'

'Please don't judge me by this, but I'm handcuffed to a bed and I can't unlock myself and if you don't help me I'll be stuck like this all weekend because my partner's gone out of town.' God she felt stupid for having to ask for help like this. Her mobile phone started ringing. It was Dave. What was she supposed to do now? She couldn't answer it. She pressed the 'ignore' button and the phone stopped ringing. She started typing into the keypad again.

'I'm sorry but I can't answer the phone because I have a gag wedged in my mouth and can't talk. Could you please just come over and help me out? Please?'

'What's the address?'

Claire typed her address into the phone and pressed send.

'I'll be there in about 20 minutes.' Came the reply. 20 minutes? How long had she already been like this for? She looked at the clock. It was 7.34pm. She'd been trapped like this for over half an hour now. 

'Thank you so much! You don't know how much I appreciate this! The front door's unlocked, so just come straight in. I'm in the bedroom down the hall. See you soon.'

Send. She looked up at her left hand. She could feel it starting to go numb as all the blood drained out of it because it was higher than the rest of her body. She flexed her fingers and wriggled her wrist around a bit. She'd start to get pins and needles in it soon enough. Claire then looked over at her right hand, which was holding her mobile phone. Should she try to put it back down again? Or should she keep holding onto it in case Dave sent her another text message? She decided to try her luck at putting it down. She didn't want to have to hang onto it for another 20 minutes. She brought her left leg up in line with her wrist and wedged the phone between her toes. She gripped onto it and lowered her leg back down towards the bed. She wriggled her toes and the phone fell onto the mattress at beside her legs. What was she going to do for 20 minutes? She looked at the clock again. 7.35pm. Great. This was going to be a long wait. She decided to lay back down and close her eyes for a while. Her jaw was aching and her teeth were hurting from being pushed against the gag for so long, but she tried to ignore her sore mouth by listening to the music that was coming out of the stereo. George was still singing away. 20 minutes wasn't that long was it? It's better than a whole weekend. She thought. That's for sure!

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Claire was still laying on top of the bed 10 minutes later when she started to get cold. Her nipples stood to attention and she got goosebumps all over her skin. She tried to untuck the blanket from the side of the bed so she could get underneath it, but it was tucked into the frame too tightly. In the position that she was in, she couldn't reach the top of the blanket to pull it down from there either. She decided to kick both her legs into the air and rotate them around each other like she was riding a bicycle. Maybe that would get some blood pumping around her body and she could keep warm that way? Each time she rotated her legs though, the bed would bounce and her wrists would scrape against the metal of the handcuffs and hurt her. She stopped cycling and put her legs back down on the mattress. 7.46pm. Not long now. Just another 10 minutes to wait. She tried to lift her legs up towards her face so she could get the gag out of her mouth with her toes, but she just wasn't that flexible.

As Claire was laying there, getting colder by the second and watching her nipples getting harder and harder, she noticed that the CD had started skipping. George was singing ..... over and over again. Great. Just what she needed. 10 minutes of listening to the same lines of a tacky song over and over again. Her hands had started going numb and they were getting very cold too. She kept moving her wrists in circles every so often just to get some feeling back into her hands. How much longer was Dave going to be? She looked at the clock again. 8.07pm. Where was he? She was freezing and she felt as if her mouth had started bleeding from having her teeth pushed out against the gag for over an hour now. George was still singing .... And she was starting to get a headache. She started feeling very sorry for herself and vowed never to let herself get into this situation ever again. She looked over at the clock again. 8.12pm. Was Dave even coming? Or had he lied to her because he thought she was playing some kind of stupid joke on him? She wondered what she should do. Should she text him again to see where he was? Or should she just wait it out for a few more minutes longer? She realized that she didn't know Dave very well, so she wasn't sure how he'd even react to this kind of situation. She felt tears starting to form in her eyes again. How could she have been so stupid? She thought.

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Claire heard a car pull up outside her house. Was that Dave? She tried to sit upright but a sharp pain shot through her back and shoulders. She strained her neck to look at the clock again. 8.21pm. Please be Dave. She thought. She laid very still so she could hear what was happening outside. She heard a car door slam shut. Please be Dave. She thought again. She strained her ears to listen. George was still singing .... And her head was throbbing from listening to it repeating over and over again. She heard the gravel crunching outside her window as someone walked across it and then she heard the front door opening. Oh thank God!

"Hello? Claire? It's Dave. Are you here?"

"Mmmmmpphfff!!" She was so relieved that she started crying again.

"Claire? Is that you?" Dave stepped over the threshold and closed the door behind him. The house was pitch black. He had never been in Claire's house before so he wasn't sure where the light switch was. Which direction did he needed to head in? He ran his hand over the wall searching for the switch. He found it and flicked it on. The room filled with light. He looked around and saw that the living room was immaculately clean. There was nothing out of place. He thought he heard some kind of music coming from the left and starting walking down the hallway towards it. "Claire?" He felt something cold underneath his foot and bent down to pick it up. He held it up to the light and saw that it was a silk bathrobe. He kept walking and came across 3 doors. Which one was she behind? "Claire?"

"Mmmmmm." He heard her coming from the door in the middle. He turned the handle and walked through the frame. The whole room was lit with candles and Claire was laying naked in the middle of the bed. Dave felt his dick spring to life as soon as he saw her. "Holy Fuck!" He couldn't take his eyes off her. Her hands were handcuffed to the top of the bed frame and she looked so small on the queen sized bed. Her mascara ran in lines down the side of her cheeks and her hair was all scruffy like she hadn't brushed it for days. The skipping CD brought him back to the moment and he walked over to the stereo and pressed stop.

"Mfmmfrtph." Claire could still hear the words of the song repeating in her head even after Dave had stopped the CD from turning. She was so glad that she would finally be free after almost an hour and a half of laying there. She couldn't wait to put her arms down, get the damn gag out of her mouth and hop underneath the covers to warm up a bit.

"Wow." Dave was staring at Claire again. This was every guys fantasy, right in front of his eyes. There was a beautiful woman handcuffed naked to a bed ready for the pleasure that was supposed to be brought upon her, but then something occurred to him. She looked miserable! How long had it taken him to get here? He looked at his watch. 8.27pm. "I'm sorry I'm so late. I was with Wendy and I couldn't find an excuse to get away and then I got stuck in traffic... Wow. You're so beautiful Claire."


Entrapment



Claire looked at Dave. He was standing at the foot of her bed staring down at her. She felt exposed. Ashamed. She crossed her legs. She wanted the gag taken out of her mouth. "MMMMMM." She said pointing her chin out towards him.

"I don't understand. Here, let me take that out of your mouth." He walked around the bed and sat on the edge. As he reached up to remove the gag he noticed Claire's vibrator sitting on the bedside table. He stopped in his tracks and looked down at her. Her eyes were red from crying. He wanted to do something nice for her. Ok, fair enough she had prepared everything for another man's arrival, but since he wouldn't be coming, why couldn't he be the one to give her some pleasure? After going to so much trouble of setting up the perfect environment and then getting stood up. He felt sorry for her. He grabbed the vibrator from the table and turned it on. It started buzzing. Claire's eyes lit up.

"Mmmm?' What was he doing? She wanted him to take the gag out of her mouth not muck around with her stuff. "Mmmmmmffrttt." She stuck her chin out at him again indicating that she wanted the gag taken out.

Dave swivelled around on the bed so he could see the rest of her body. He ran the vibrator over one of her nipples and down her stomach. He grabbed her right thigh and gently tried to uncross her legs. She snapped them shut. He looked at her face. Her nostrils were flared and she had a wild look in her eyes. He watched her shake her head. Wow. Even when she was angry she was still stunningly beautiful. Maybe she understood that he was trying to step in and take the place of her new boyfriend who hadn't bothered to show up and she was playing along like she would have with him?

"What's wrong Claire?"

"MMMMMMM!" she wanted him to stop mucking around and unlock her. Her arms were aching, her mouth was sore and she was cold and getting angry.

"I still can't understand you."

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!" Claire shook her head violently.

"What's that? You want me to please you?" He grabbed Claire's thigh again and forced her to uncross her legs. "Is that what you want?" She tried to kick at him with her right leg. "Oh, that's how you want to play it is it?" he asked as he stood up. He turned the vibrator off and placed it on the bed next to her. "Remember when we were out bush Claire? And you told me that you were going to fuck me? And that it wasn't my choice any more? Well guess what Claire. I haven't had sex with my wife now for over 6 months because I can't stop thinking about you. Do you know what that's done to my relationship? I think about you every day. I have since you text me last and ... now I'm going to do to you, what you did to me, back there, in the bush. It's my turn now. And judging by the position you're in, it's now you that doesn't get a choice." He turned around and surveyed the room. There was a set of drawers in one corner. He walked over to them and opened the top one. He rummaged through it until he found a pair of stockings. "Well, look what we have here."

Claire watched Dave as he searched through her underwear drawer. She remembered forcing him to have sex with her while they were out camping and thought that he couldn't possibly be serious about what he was about to do. She felt scared as he came back to the bed with the stockings in his hands. He grabbed hold of her right leg and forced it towards the corner of the bed. She tried to kick out at him with her left foot but he grabbed hold of it with his large hands too. As she struggled to release her feet from his grip she heard her mobile phone bounce onto the floor. He tightened his grip and her left shoulder ached with the extra pressure of her body weight being held to one side. 

"MAAAGGHH!" it felt like her joint was being ripped out of place. She was compelled to stay still so she wouldn't cause herself more damage. Dave tied her right leg to the corner of the bed frame with one leg of the stockings and walked around the end of the bed still gripping her left foot. The pain in her shoulder eased a bit and she tried to bend her knee out of his grasp. He was much too strong for her though and continued tying her other leg to the other corner of the bed with the remaining leg of the stockings.

"That should do it." He looked down at her from the end of her bed. He had a fantastic view of her open pussy lips from where he was standing and felt his dick grow harder just from looking at her naked form. He picked the vibrator back up and switched it on again. Dave positioned himself back on the bed facing Claire's body and brought the vibrator towards her pussy.

"MMMMffffff..." Claire looked at him. She could not believe that Dave was going to take advantage of her situation. All she wanted was to be set free and here he was trying to force her to have sex with him. She wondered whether he was trying to role play and make light of the situation or whether what he said about his wife was true. Had she really mucked up their relationship that much that they hadn't had sex for 6 months? She felt a tingling sensation on the side of her right thigh and realized that Dave was trying to tease her with her vibrator. She felt him circle her pubic hair with it and slowly slip it between her legs. Ohhh! Even though she was in quite a lot of pain, the feeling of her vibrator on her clit felt fantastic! She loved her toys and played with them at least twice a week. It felt so good to have someone else in control of one of them for a change. She opened her legs a bit wider so he could get better access to her clit.

"Oh, you like that do you?" Dave slid the vibrator up and down against Claire's pussy lips and leaned over to get a better look. The vibrator had parted her lips wide open and he could see her clit sticking out slightly at the top. He noticed that she was quite wet already and was pleased with himself for taking control of the situation. He inserted the vibrator into her pussy and bent his head over so he could lick her clit. He watched as it engorged and her pussy started to twitch involuntarily.

"Mmmmm..." Claire moaned. She could feel an orgasm building up between her legs already, even though Dave had only just put the vibrator inside her. Usually it took her a while to get going, but for some reason she was just about to have her first orgasm after just a couple of seconds. She looked down her body and saw Dave's head slowly moving around as he licked her clit. Oh god it felt good! She could no longer feel her hands or her aching mouth as she concentrated on the feeling between her legs. All of a sudden she felt herself coming. "Mmmmmmmm!"

Dave looked up at Claire's face after she had just orgasmed. She had her eyes closed and a relaxed look on her face despite the fact that she was gagged. He felt pleased with himself for making her come so quickly. He removed the vibrator from her pussy and pressed it against her clit again. Claire's eyes opened wide and she started thrashing around wildly.

"Mmmmmpfftt... mmmmfff... mmmmmm!!!" She looked down at Dave and saw him holding her vibrator against her and tried to move her hips away from the buzzing object. She was so sensitive after just having an orgasm. She couldn't stand pressure on her clit straight afterwards. It was too tender! Get it off! She thought, pleading with her eyes. She shook her head violently. "Muh uh!"

Dave knew Claire wanted him to remove the vibrator from her clit, but kept it in position for a little longer. He was enjoying seeing her thrashing around the bed like this. He was getting so turned on by her, his dick was straining against his pants, wanting to be released. He lightened the pressure against her clit slightly and positioned the vibrator so just the tip of it was on the top of her clit. He stroked it up and down the edges of her pussy lips and then placed it back on her clit again and started circling it gently.

Claire started to relax a bit when he moved the vibrator around her pussy, but it didn't last for very long. She started arching her back and opening her knees even wider and before she knew what was happening, she was bucking her hips to the rhythm of another orgasm. This was the first time in a long time that she'd had two orgasms so close together. Dave really knew how to turn a girl on!

Dave watched as Claire's orgasm rushed over her body. Fuck she looked good when she was coming! She was so sexy! He put the vibrator down on the bed and slid his shirt over his head. He was unzipping his jeans when he noticed Claire shaking her head again.

"Mmmmmm?" she was sticking her chin out at him again. He knew she was indicating for him to take the gag out of her mouth. It must have been in there for a long time now. He thought about releasing her, but decided that it wasn't every day you could have your way with a woman who was handcuffed and gagged. He would set her free in another couple of minutes. Surely she could wait that long. He took his jeans and underwear off and positioned himself between her legs. He picked up the vibrator again and started carefully running it over the entrance of her arse. She was shaking her head again.

"Now Claire, how often do you have a willing male between your legs, wanting to give you all the pleasure in the world?" Dave ran his finger up and down Claire's pussy lips. Her juices were so warm. He slid his finger inside Claire's pussy and placed his tongue on her clit. He flicked it up and down slowly and then alternated between sucking on it and flicking it with his tongue. He could feel the muscles of her pussy contracting around his finger. He tossed the vibrator to the side and grabbed onto her hips with both of his hands and shoved his whole face into her pussy. God she tasted good! He wanted to make her come with his tongue. He shoved it inside her pussy and thrust it in and out a couple of times, then he shook his head from side to side moving his tongue all over her lips and clit. Finally he took her clit into his mouth and sucked on it hard. This sent Claire over the edge and he could feel her struggling against the stockings tied to her feet so she could open her legs as wide as possible. He knew she loved it when he did this to her. After a couple of seconds, he released her clit from his mouth and looked up at her face.

Claire looked down at Dave kneeling between her legs. He still had the sexiest eyes she had ever seen. Every time he looked at her, she felt like she was melting inside. She wondered how many more orgasms he was going to give her before he set her free and she started crying. She didn't know if it was because she was in pain or whether she was so glad to see Dave looking up at her from between her legs again. She decided that it was a mixture of both. She really needed the gag taken out of her mouth soon or she felt like she was going to go crazy.

Dave saw the tear escape from Claire's eye and immediately felt sorry for her. He reached up and as gently as he could, took the gag out of her mouth and tossed it on the bedside table.

"Is that better?" he asked.

"Yes, thank you!" she opened and shut her jaw a couple of times to get her muscles working again.

"How on earth did you get yourself into this situation Claire?"

"I don't know." She started crying again. Dave reached down towards her feet and untied the knots in the stockings that were holding her legs apart and looked up at the handcuffs.

"Where are the keys?"

"On the floor beside the bed." He reached down to pick them up and unlocked her from her restraints one by one. Claire tried to bring her arms down towards her body but cried out in pain. Her arms had been above her head for about 2 hours now and it was excruciating to bring them back down again. Dave helped her to get underneath the covers and climbed in beside her. His hard on had gone down, now that he had seen how much pain Claire was in and he felt bad for making her wait for so long before finally releasing her. He hated seeing women cry. He wrapped his arms around her naked body and held her.

"I'm never doing that again." Claire swore.

"Oh, come on. Didn't you enjoy it just a little bit?" Dave teased.

"Well, maybe a little bit." She snuggled in closer to Dave's warm body and felt her own body temperature rise a little. "Maybe next time I'll make sure that someone will definitely be here to unlock me."

"I wouldn't worry about that Claire. I'm sure there will always be someone around to rescue you." Dave smiled as he closed his eyes and was happy to be wrapped around one of the most beautiful, adventurous women he had ever met.



Entrapment



Mortek, a half-orc warlock, stood staring at the wondrous sight in front of him. Mortek had the height of his orc-ancestors and dwarfed even the tallest humans at seven feet. Even though he had the height of the orcs, he had the tanned brown skin of his human ancestry. He had two small tusks that looked more like fangs in his massive jaw line. It was that very well defined jaw line that was the only real hint that there were some orcish features hiding behind his chiselled human face. He was wearing his deep crimson ritual robes covered in magical symbols which emanated the soft azure glow that was the hallmark of arcane power.

He was standing in the secret ritual chamber within his home deep in the Dark Forest, few knew of its location and even fewer knew the unnatural rituals he performed. The chamber was quite small, magical symbols decorated the walls and floor, all with different meanings and purposes. A small table with all manner of arcane implements on the edge of the room glowed with magic illuminating the room with a dull light.

However it was not the markings or the table that had Mortek's attention this evening. It was the unconscious female elf suspended in mid-air by a set of magical manacles of his own design. The manacles themselves, apart from being much stronger than their ordinary counterparts, did not require chains to hold them to the wall, they could also manipulated in any position he chose with the use of a simple hand gesture. There were five altogether, one for each wrist and ankle, and one for the waist. Their size magically adjusted to the victim and would remain secure and tight until he chose otherwise. At this time the pretty little elf was floating vertically with her arms straight in the air and legs together pointed toward the ground.

She was absolutely exquisite; thin but athletic frame, pale white flawless skin, flaming red hair framing the sides of her face. Her armour only barely covered the essentials while a light cloth like material covered the rest, leaving very little to the imagination. Elves were not normally his type, yet Mortek participated in all manner of unscrupulous activities and was not fazed by his attraction toward the helpless figure in front of him.

It was quite by chance that he had managed to capture this fine specimen of an elf. She was attempting to steal an artefact that he recently recovered on a quest, a powerful ring filled with dark energy with a multitude of powers that he could harness. The elf had done her research, she had managed to find out the location of his home and even how to get past the initial security measures he had put in place. She even knew the right arcane words to open his secret ritual room, however Mortek was a very paranoid warlock, much more than most of kind. He very recently added a new level of security which allowed the thief to get in and even take items in the room, however once anybody other than himself placed their hands over even just one object and attempted to cross the threshold of his home, a powerful knockback and stunning spell would immediately be cast upon them through the object thus bypassing any magical protection they may have used.

A thief entering his home was definitely not a common occurrence, in fact until today none of his magical security had ever been tested. But this elf was no ordinary thief, no, she was prepared for almost everything and almost got away... almost. At first he was just going to kill her and dispose of her body, but then it occurred to him that she might be useful for his next ritual. Before that he was going to have some fun, as payment for her trespass she was going to entertain him on a very unwholesome level.

After rechecking the magical locks, sound and scrying inhibiters, he cast a spell to wake his victim. The spell was originally designed for torture; it increased a victim's sensitivity causing them to feel pain and even pleasure more strongly. She suddenly woke, no doubt feeling the pain of the spell and the tight manacles around her wrists, ankles and waist. Her glowing green eyes blinked a few times trying to adjust and take in their environment.

"What? Where am I?" She asked groggily.

"Greetings little elf." Mortek said with a sneer.

"I did not get the opportunity to welcome you to my home before you rudely broke in and tried to take what was not yours." On the last word he leaned in close to her face, breathing in her scent. 

She gasped suddenly, realising what had happened and struggled to get free from the manacles. After a short while a sly yet bored looking smile appeared on her enticing face.

"Congratulations Warlock, that last little trick was not expected, now perhaps you could be as kind to let me go so I can shake the hand of someone so brilliant". She baited looking directly into his eyes as she spoke.

Mortek laughed deeply. This one was good, very good, and that cheeky smile only made her more attractive despite her being an elf. He shook his head and cast a spell which removed the cloth part of her attire leaving only her armour. He studied the intricate patterns and designs covering the golden coloured breastplate and wondered who she was to be able to afford such an expensive looking piece. She didn't seem fazed by the sudden loss of her clothing, or at least didn't show it.

"I have friends in high places. I would be more valuable to you alive and intact." She said emphasising the last word.

"If you have friends in high places then I doubt they would want it known that they are associated with a thief. Besides, I am not allied with any faction. I do not care for any ransoms or alliances." He explained. Her eyes narrowed at his response probably realising that she could simply not talk her way out of this.

"Well then you may as well kill me for I have nothing else to offer you." She said flatly.

"Oh no my dear, you have plenty to offer me, you just don't know it yet" He replied mischievously. With that last comment he cast another spell which bypassed her magical armour's protections and removed them from her body. She was now only wearing undergarments which could hardly contain her supple breasts and barely covered her nether regions. Although she tried to hide her reaction to being so exposed he could sense she was very uncomfortable with her situation.

"Perhaps I can work for you, I have many talents, especially for a warlock as brilliant as you." She offered.

Mortek didn't answer with words he merely smiled and proceeded to remove the top half of her underclothes slowly and without using any magic. She glared at him angrily but this only fuelled his desire to continue, the top half now lay on the ground and Mortek studied the two mounds of flesh in front of him. Two pink nipples at the end of each breast poked out at him, erect no doubt a result from the spell he had cast, they teased him, and taunted him. Her breathing increased in pace which made her breasts rise and fall in quick succession, he enjoyed the sight, memorising every detail. Her glare intensified and she opened her mouth to speak.

"You're pathetic, bet you can't get any women to have any fun with you so you have to take it out on helpless victims. I bet you're the ugliest whatever the hell you are in the whole area, I bet your cock is so small you need a gnome to get you off! I bet you-".

"Enough!"Mortek commanded and cast a spell to silence her. "The only sounds I want coming from your mouth are those of pleasure and pain."

Her eyes widened at his outburst, she tested her voice trying to form words but failing, the only thing she managed was a soft squeak of frustration. Her breathing shallowed slightly her eyes full of anger and hate. Her feisty insults did not faze him in the slightest, his passion for magic was stronger than any sexual desire; and besides, no woman had ever resisted his magic.

"Now where was I? Oh yes." He continued and lowered his mouth toward her right nipple, using his roughly textured tongue he lightly flicked the bud, which, most likely knowing how his torture spell worked sent a wave of pleasure through her body. She confirmed it by whimpering slightly. She tried to maintain her expression of disgust but he knew she would eventually break. Using his other hand he massaged her left breast whilst taking her right nipple completely in his mouth using tongue to tease and taunt.

The elf's willpower was breaking, her eyes fluttered as he continued his work relentlessly, small whimpers came more frequently and he smiled as he worked. Switching sides with hand and mouth he worked both breasts evenly, he also nipped her gently with his teeth periodically.

Satisfied with his work he released her breasts and slowly slid his tongue down her stomach toward her lower regions, her legs instinctively closed further in a futile attempt to halt his progress. He made a small gesture in the air with his hands and the magical ankle manacles forced her legs open and bent them at the knee, her legs were now spread open wide. Her athletic body was exposed to him save the small underclothing still blocking his way.

Without removing the clothing he sniffed her lower regions. Mortek's orc side gave him an enhanced sense of smell compared to a human, her musky scent confirmed her desire despite her mental unwillingness. He let out a short gruff of approval. Deciding to prolong her torture further he nuzzled her up and down with his mouth on the outside of her underclothes, feeling the moistness soaking the material. He looked up at her face whilst he worked; again her reaction was restrained but she couldn't hide the small amounts of pleasure in her body's reaction as she watched him. 

He placed the material between his teeth and then pulled back, violently ripping it from her. She gasped; her last line of defence gone in one swift movement. Mortek smiled again as he admired the view. In front of him was a beautiful flower, pink and moist, completely open for him, a small tuft of red hair above like an arrow pointing toward his goal. He moved his head closer to her breathing in deeply. Her scent was intoxicating causing his member to twitch within the confines of his breeches. He closed his eyes and focused, there would be time for him to satisfy his needs, but first he wanted to enjoy this moment.

Without waiting any longer he slid his tongue up her slit. She gasped at the feeling no doubt trying to comprehend the conflicting feelings of disgust and pleasure. He used his roughly textured tongue to the maximum effect; slowly and with strong pressure sliding up and down her slit over and over. Her soft whimpers were replaced by slightly louder moans and her hips involuntarily moved in time with his tongue. The sweet nectar of her flower flowed into his mouth encouraging him on. He quickened his pace and so did she, after several moments he stopped stroking her slit and, using the tip of his tongue, started flicking the sensitive nub at the very top. Using a combination of licking, sucking and circular movements he pushed her closer and closer to climax.

Her body was shaking with pleasure now and her hips were riding his face with avid enthusiasm. He slowed his pace keeping her right on the edge. Without her noticing he, summoned a small ritual crystal in his hand. It was no bigger than his finger and similarly shaped, smooth with a rounded tip it would be perfect for the task he had in mind. Continuing the work with his tongue he summoned a lubricating fluid normally for rituals and coated the crystal. Keeping her thoroughly distracted with his slow tongue strokes he then eased the crystal into her rear. He looked up for her reaction; her eyes were opened wide in shock. Her glowing green orbs looked down at him in surprise as he continued to slide the crystal further and further into her tight hole. He felt her body trying to resist so he commanded the manacles to spread her open further allowing him to place the crystal fully inside her in one smooth push. 

Her reaction was almost immediate, her eyes closed tightly shut and her head tilted back, without giving her any time to recover he increased the pace of his tongue on her nub and pushed her over the edge holding the crystal in place with a spell. She screamed out and her body shook violently as she climaxed hard for him, he slowed his strokes and licked up and down her slit as well as her clit drinking all the juices she was offering him. He continued licking until she was whimpering with the intense sensitivity, after one last suckle he moved back from her and stood up to face her. With a wave of the hand he removed the silencing spell on her.

"How was that, my little thief?" He asked, his face right in hers, his breath laced with her scent.

"You're... gonna... pay... for that!" She panted breathlessly, trying in vain to recover from climax.

"Really and how are you going to do that?" He taunted her.

"Well first I'm going to, ahh!" She cut herself off and threw her head back with eyes closed again. While he was talking he had removed his breeches and whilst she was mid-sentence he started to rub the tip of his very large penis up and down her already sensitive slit. He paid special attention to her clit. He didn't give her any time to recover from the shock and sped up his strokes, enjoying the slickness coating his tip. It took all of his concentration not to prematurely release but he managed hold back and after only a few short moments she was climaxing again.

On the last down stroke as she came he forced his hard member into her untouched insides. The feeling was sensational; she was soaking wet and he found a lot of resistance as he pushed into her, yet he continued his assault in and out slowly moving deeper and deeper. She screamed with pleasure in time with his strokes and her inner muscles clenched and loosened around his invading rod.

Mortek used the magical manacles and moved her horizontally to get a better angle inside her, using his hands on her hips for leverage. Without giving her any time to catch her breath he drove into her again and again, his tip assaulting her inner most sensitive spot without remorse. She was now half screaming and half grunting out in pleasure with each stroke, her hips moving with his.

Mortek could feel that he was close and stopped momentarily. He wanted to take her in one more position before he was done. Without removing his member he rotated her around him so that she was now facing away from him and he was behind her. He checked the position of the crystal in her rear and pushed it in further for good measure, before he continued he summoned another small ritual crystal. Mortek cast a spell and enchanted the crystal to vibrate then used magic to position it on her clit.

When the crystal touched her swollen clit she started panting heavily again, her moans became louder and more frequent and her muscles tightened around his member. He couldn't hold on any longer; with strong purposeful strokes he drove in and out of her as hard as he could. It was only a few strokes until they both climaxed, with her screaming out and him letting out loud grunts of pleasure. He felt his member pulse, filling her with wave after wave of his warm seed, her inner muscles massaging and sucking every last bit out. He continued to pump until he was completely spent and then pulled himself out of her and collapsed to the floor.

She was still suspended in mid-air, breathing hard with her eyes closed, undoubtedly trying to recover from their coupling. Mortek could already see his juices slowly leak out of her abused flower and grinned with satisfaction. She was definitely worth the effort. The physical act had left him tired, so he cast a sleep spell on her before securing the locks on the room and retiring to his chambers. He would most definitely be using this little elven thief again and he would make sure that she would enjoy it as much as she hated it.



Entrapment



Ladies and Gentlemen, start your engines. As usual my thanks to Mikothebaby who edited and likes this story. As I mentioned on my twitter page, there is no song this week, it's just a regular story that was a lot of fun to write. SS06

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My name is Dennis Williams and I'm in a state of panic. I'm running as fast as I can through the hospital to my wife's room. As I stagger into the room, I notice that her sister is there with her. "Steff," I scream in panic. "They've made some kind of mistake with the baby."

"What did they do, Honey?" she asks. Even in pain, my wife is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. The smile that crosses her lips is partly because she loves me so much and the other part is pure mischief. Her sister is also smiling.

"I'm sure it's just a mix-up," I began, at which point both she and her sister smile even more. Some kind of look passes between them. "But they're obviously confused."

"What are they confused about?" she asks.

"They're trying to give us two of them," I said. "They're claiming that we have twins."

"Oh no," she says. Her face is a mask of horror. Her sister can't hold her face straight and she starts laughing at me.

"Well, super dad," says Steff. "If you hadn't fainted during the delivery, you'd already know that we have twins. The doctors already knew, but since we'd opted not to know the sex or any details about the baby, only you and I didn't know about it."

She gestured for me to come closer to her. "Give me a kiss," she demands. "That delivery took a long time, Dennis. It seems like days since you kissed me."

I kiss her and time just stops like it always does. Nothing else in the world matters when we're together.

"But we're not ready for twins," I tell her. "We had everything ready, whether we had a girl or a boy. Our plans were perfect. But now we're out there in limbo again. We have to figure it all out all over again. What are we going to do?"

She grabbed me by both sides of my face and pulled me to her again. This was a longer kiss. She forced my lips apart and sucked my tongue. Even her sister got turned on from watching us. When she let me go, I was out of breath and I was far less panicky. 

"Honey," she said. "When I met you again, a year ago, I had none of this in mind. I only knew that I wanted you badlyand that we belonged together. I've been just making it up as we went along. I know that you're an engineer. You like to have plans and blueprints and all of that shit, but I just take each day as it comes. As long as we're together, everything is going to work out. I watched you plan out everything including the nursery, and it seemed like a great plan. But Honey, sometimes shit just doesn't go the way you planned it..."

I love Steff more than I've ever loved anyone in my life. The only person or people who can come close to that are those two tiny little girls in the baby room down the hall. But as she spoke to me, I kind of blanked out over one of the phrases she used. She'd said, "Sometimes shit doesn't go the way you planned it." It was almost eerily ironic that a little under a year ago another woman told me the exact same thing. I remember it as if it was only yesterday. 

It was an early Saturday in July, It was ten in the morning and the sun was already high in the sky. The weather man had predicted another sunny day with temperatures in the nineties.

Like most Saturdays, I'd gotten up early to trim the hedges, clean the pool and cut the grass. My wife, Belinda, was cleaning the inside of the house and making it beautiful. Just as I turned the mower off, I heard Belinda scream.

"Get the fuck out of my house!" she screamed. Then I heard the sound of laughter coming from several female voices. I went into the house through the back door and saw my tiny blonde ball of lightning cursing at my friends. I describe her as a ball because, well she's kind of rounded.

Belinda used to be a cheerleader back when we were in college. Now ten years later, she's still as cute as a button and still has the boobs, but the rest of the package has aged a bit. Back in college, she was one of the most popular girls around. We didn't so much fall in love as much as we got pushed together. She was the prettiest cheerleader and I was the quarterback. For us to have dated anyone else would have been some kind of blasphemy.

Belinda was brash and loud, I was shy and contemplative. I guess our personalities, though different, worked for us. Belinda could out scream and out cheer anyone she ran into. She was very sure of herself and very confident that she'd always get what she wanted.

I, on the other hand, didn't talk much and for a quarterback, I had a surprising lack of swagger. I wasn't the gunslinger type. Our coach knew that I was more the thinking type. I was the one who was always going to go for the safer play. After losing three straight games in my freshman season with a quarterback who was more of a gunslinger, he benched him in favor of me and I never gave him any reason to look back. He always knew what to expect from me and I always gave him my best. I wasn't flashy, but I got the job done and we won a lot of games. My teammates respected me and we supported each other. There were a few guys that I just couldn't get along with, but they were very few over my four years.

After college, Belinda and I continued to date. I got a job designing parts for an aftermarket performance parts company. Belinda got a job in marketing. She asked me to marry her, exactly one year after we graduated. At the time, it was a big shock to me. I mean I liked her a lot and I liked having sex with her, but I'd never felt any serious sparks between us.

But all of my friends looked at me like I was stupid. "Dude, Cheerleader, big tits, blond, hot...why the hell are you still thinking about it?"

A year into the marriage, I was still wondering when the magical thing they talk about in all of the romantic movies was going to hit me. What hit me instead was Belinda sitting down with me in our home office with a stack of bills.

"Dennis," she said. "These are all of our bills. This is the total." She pointed to a number in a cell on the spreadsheet she showed me on our computer.

"This is what you make," she pointed to another cell and another number. I nodded my head as if I understood what she was showing me. The she looked into my eyes. She had on a low cut top so all I could actually see were her boobs.

"Dennis, Honey, I hate my fucking job, so I have a question for you," she said, leaning even further over. "Why the hell am I working?"

She told me all kinds of things then, like how her boss was always staring at her boobs and how all of the women in her office were jealous of her and no one there respected her. So I told her it was okay if she wanted to quit. By the time she got done with me that night, I was sure that my dick would never work again.

Of course, I found out a few weeks later that my loving wife had lied to me. It wasn't just her boss who stared at her boobs. Most of the men there did, because her blouses were all cut so low. Some of the men there were just waiting for her boobs to fall out. The women didn't respect her because her blouses were cut so low, but also because she didn't do any fucking work. And lastly, I found out that the day before Belinda had asked me if she could quit working, she'd already called her boss, "A low rent son of a bitch," and quit her job, because he'd asked her to stop wearing her blouses that way.

Anyway, on that particular Saturday, two of my friends were in the house sitting down when Belinda had come in with a couple of her friends. It wasn't unusual for us to have lots of people in the house because we still hung out with a lot of the same people we'd know from college.

Belinda had seen Danny Tillman and Ray Foster sitting at our kitchen table drinking a beer and had gone ballistic. She looked up at me as I ran inside.

"Dennis, I just cleaned up the house," she screamed. "I don't need your dirty, smelly, fucking friends messing up the house before my guests get here."

"Well Honey, don't worry about it," I said. "We're just planning to hang out around the pool. We might work on my car a bit. I want to swap out the stock plugs for some of those Iridium plugs I got from American Muscle and then re-tune the engine and..."

"Oh no," she snapped. ""Sometimes shit doesn't go the way you planned it. None of that is going to happen today. I'm having a few friends over that I haven't seen since we left college. We have to go over our final plans for the ten year reunion later this summer and I don't need a bunch of smelly, beer swilling Neanderthals under foot. I don't care where you go or what you do, but do it somewhere other than here."

"Let's go to Hooters," said Ray. "They have..."

"No," said Belinda. "No strip clubs."

"But Hooters isn't a strip..." began Ray. He stopped talking as she glared at him.

"Let's go bowling," said Danny. "We all suck at golf and..."

"Golf sounds good," said Belinda. "You guys go play golf. Ride around in one of those little carts and hit stuff."

So I took a shower and changed into appropriate golf wear and we were off.

An hour later, the three of us were at the golf club. We were doing great as usual. We made up our own rules. We just rode all over the course hitting balls. Most of the time our balls never went anywhere near the holes, but we didn't care. If you lost sight of your ball, or just didn't feel like getting it, you just got another one out and started from wherever you felt like. I'd already gone through eight balls that day and we were only on the third hole. We called our game, "I don't give a fuck about," golf.

We came up behind a foursome of players, two of whom were women. We only saw them from the back at first. It looked like some kind of double date. One of the men was teeing off and Danny immediately starting laughing at his clothes, how tight his pants were and the exaggerated motions he took when he swung at his ball.

As the man hit his ball and it rocketed away from the tee, Danny spoke loudly. "Wow, did you see that," he said. "I told you he hits just like Arnold."

The man turned around and smiled at us as we lounged on our golf cart waiting for them to get out of our way.

He was smiling and talking to his friends.

"You fucked up now," said Ray. "That guy probably wants to date you."

"Why?" asked Danny.

"Well you said his swing was like Arnold Palmer," said Ray.

"No, I didn't," said Danny. "His swing is all fucked up. I was talking about Arnold Ziffeld, the pig from Green acres." We all started laughing and then stopped when the foursome looked at us. I felt a chill go through me as they looked back at us.

One of the women got up to swing next. As she addressed the ball, she bent forward and all of the blood in my system dropped to my dick. Her pants were so tight that they showed every curve of her ass and it was magnificent. I almost lost it when she turned and looked over her shoulder at me. She flicked her head and a long curtain of red curls parted and revealed the brightest greenest eyes I've ever seen.

"Wow!" said both Danny and Ray simultaneously. 

The killer was when she winked and mouthed, "Hi Dennis." They stared at me and slapped me on the back.

The other guy from the foursome, immediately gave me the evil eye. He got up and came over to us.

"Do you guys want to play through," he asked. "We don't want to hold you up."

"Nah," said Ray. "We're fine. We'll just sit here and enjoy the view. As a matter of fact, we might have to adjust our speed so we can stay behind you."

"Well, I don't appreciate a bunch of guys spending the whole afternoon staring at my wife," said the guy. Just as he said it the redhead came over to us.

"Is your wife here Clark?" she asked. "I didn't even know you were married." She walked right past him and right over to me. "Hi Dennis," she beamed.

Several different reactions all occurred at the same time. Danny and Ray were sitting back on the golf cart watching the proceedings as if it was some episode of a reality TV show. Clark was getting angrier by the second and I felt like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming train.

She kept coming and I couldn't move. She stepped up to me and put her arms around me and kissed me. I was lost in her touch and her smell. The little voice in the back of my head that called for reason and reminded me that I was married was drowned out totally.

The fact that I was in a full on lip-lock on a public golf course also didn't seem to register. As I came up for air, she smiled at me and nothings else mattered.

"You don't have clue about who I am, do you?" she asked. I shook my head.

"Stephanie Calhoun," said Danny behind me. "Remember our last year of college, she was a freshman. You started tutoring her in math. Everyone thought it was cute. She had a big crush on you until Belinda made you break it off. Belinda didn't think it was cute."

I remembered then. She'd still had the flaming red hair then, only it had been shorter. And she'd had thick giant glasses and braces. She'd also filled out in the ensuing years. But I remembered her. I'd been attracted to her even then. I think Belinda had sensed that. It hadn't been Stephanie's looks that had attracted me, it had been her gentle, kind personality and the fact that I just felt like she liked me as much as I'd begun to like her.

"I remember her," said Stephanie. "Belinda was your evil assed bitch of a girlfriend back then wasn't she?" I nodded woodenly.

"She wasn't very nice. Whatever happened to her?" she asked.

"Oh, she's changed a lot," laughed Ray.

"Yeah," said Danny. "It's a total transformation. They got married and now she's his evil assed bitch of a wife."

"Oh," said Stephanie. She put her arms back around my neck and started kissing me again.

"Stephanie, what the hell are you doing?" screamed Clark. "We're..."

Stephanie turned towards him and glared at him. "We're what?" she asked coldly. "We're work colleagues, Clark. That's all we are. I'm here to do business with your company. I invited you to come out and play golf with Ted, Julie and me. You accepted. I came out to play golf, nothing more. You and I, are not an item and although you've tried to treat it like one, this was never a date between us."

"But didn't you hear what they said? The guy is married," he whined.

"S-F-W," she said, shrugging her tiny shoulders.

"Wh...what does that mean?" asked Clark angrily.

"So Fucking What," snapped Stephanie. "I lost him once and I've regretted it for the past ten years. It ain't happening again."

"Julie, talk some sense into her," whined Clark.

"Clark, I've known her for three years. When she makes her mind up about something, she's not going to change it. This is the guy who ruined her marriage, you idiot. You're just upset because you think that he's going to get what you wanted; maybe right here on the golf course from the look of things."

I was floored. Stephanie was holding my hand. "I think you five should go ahead and play golf," said Stephanie. "Dennis and I should go to the clubhouse and eat and talk and stuff."

Danny, the voice of reason spoke up. "Oh hell no," he said. "I am not leaving him alone with you."

"Me neither," said Ray.

"Okay, fine, you two can come with us," said Stephanie. "Julie, I'll see you Monday at your job. I'll deal with you from now on. Clark is obviously too pissed to handle my business."

"But," began Julie. "How...?"

"Don't worry, Dennis will make sure I get back to my hotel," she said. "I'll call you tonight, if he has to go home early and we can catch a show or something."

We walked over to the golf cart and the four of us drove off towards the clubhouse. Danny and Ray looked like someone had stuck cattle prods up their asses, but I felt really good.

We sat at a table and ordered lunch. Once we started talking it was as if Danny and Ray weren't there anymore.

"Steff, what did your friend mean when she said that I ruined your marriage?" I asked. "I haven't seen you since..."

"I know it was over ten years ago," she said. "Anyway, you guys were a bit ahead of me in school. Your senior year was my freshman year. After the mean, evil, bitch that you married made you stop tutoring me and stop seeing me altogether; I finished school and moved to Florida. I never stopped thinking about you though. I dated a few guys and I always compared them to you. I made a mistake though. I married one of them. He was a good guy, he was a lot like you and that was the problem."

"Why was being like me a problem?" I asked.

"Dennis, remember when you tutored me and you were obsessed with Mustangs? Remember how I didn't really know the differences between cars and I cut out a bunch of pictures of cars to decorate your locker for you?" she asked.

I laughed and nodded my head.

"Are you still Mustang nutty?" she asked. I nodded again and smiled at her.

"Well, imagine that you were broke and you needed a car. Someone just gave you a Camaro or a Challenger. You'd drive it and you'd be glad to have it, but deep down inside you wouldn't be happy. And that's what happened. Phil was a really nice guy. He tried his God damndest to make me happy. But in the end, it just didn't work out. I think I was happier than he was when he told me that he'd met someone. Our divorce was uncontested and we're still the best of friends today. I've met his new wife and I even babysit for them sometimes."

"Sorry," I said, sadly.

"Why are you sorry?" she smiled. "I'm the happiest woman on the planet right now. I never thought I'd see you again. And now I've not only seen you, but I got to hold your hand and to even kiss you and..."

"Hold it there Steff," said Ray. "Dennis is married and..."

"My name is Stephanie," she hissed. "And that's what you should FUCKING call me, nothing else."

She turned back at me with the sweetest look on her face. "Besides, I don't care about unimportant things like that. I owe her one anyway. If she hadn't pushed us apart, who knows how things might have ended."

After we ate and had talked and held hands for a while, Danny and Ray decided to head home. I volunteered to take Steff back to her hotel. She kept trying to convince me that we should go out and do something. My phone rang to end that part of the conversation.

After a couple of yeps and some head nodding I hung up.

"Let me guess," said Steff. "That was Bitchie-poo, right?"

"Yes ma'am," I said. "I'll see you two later," I said to Ray and Danny.

"Uhm, we could take her back to her hotel," volunteered Ray. "We're allowed to stay out past 4 pm. We're grown-ups."

"Fuck you, Ray," I laughed.

"Don't do anything, I wouldn't do," said Danny.

"You probably meant don't do anything YOU couldn't do," spat Steff.

"Oh Baby, trust me, I can," said Danny.

"Not with me," she said. "I'm a one man woman." She grabbed my hand and we headed right to the parking lot.

"Are you going to be in a lot of trouble?" she asked.

"Who cares?" I said. "It's worth it." She smiled again and squeezed my hand.

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Belinda

"So do you think Eric will show up at the reunion," asked Penny Chapel.

"Wait Pen," I told her. I walked across the room and leaned over and spoke to my mom who was talking to a few of my other friends.

"Mom, as soon as Dennis gets back here he'll take you home," I said.

"Why the hell isn't he here now?" she asked. "I don't have all day to wait for him to bring himself home."

"Uhm Mom, he isn't here because I told him to go out and do something," I said. "I didn't want him hanging around getting in the way. And I didn't want his friends trying to eat all of the refreshments and interrupt the planning."




Entrapment



"He'd better get here soon," she said. "You need to take a firmer hand with him." I noticed a couple of my friends looking at my mom as if she was crazy.

My best friend, Della, choked on her drink and coughed loudly. She got up and followed me as I went back to Penny.

"Belinda, your mom is crazy," she said.

"I second that emotion," chirped in Penny. "So, are you going to answer me?"

"Shit, I hope not," I said. "Screwing Eric was the biggest mistake I ever made. I came pretty close to losing Dennis over it. He had the divorce papers ready. If the two of you hadn't lied and convinced him that I'd been drunk out of my mind when it happened, I'd have lost him for sure."

"That might not have been the end of the world," said Della. "That might've actually been good."

"How the hell would it have been good?" I asked.

"Well, if he'd divorced you," said Della. "You could have gotten Eric permanently and after a suitable waiting period of say a month or so..."

I suddenly noticed the relish in my best friend's eyes. I felt uncomfortable.

"After a suitable waiting period, your ass would be too late," said Penny. "I'd already have him."

I felt even more uncomfortable then. "Sex with Eric was awful," I said. "And it wasn't just the guilt I felt about cheating on Dennis. Eric...Okay let's be adults about this. He can't fuck. He's also terrible at eating pussy. He acts like it's supposed to be a privilege to suck his dick. And I got so fucking tired of him bragging about himself that I didn't know what to do. It was the biggest fucking mistake of my life and if Dennis ever finds out that I was with Eric more than once my marriage would be over."

"Why the hell did you do it?" asked Della. "Dennis is in better shape than Eric and he's better looking. He's got a great job and he really cares about you. Your BMW had to cost at least twice what his Mustang did and Belinda, that man loves you. He puts up with all of the shit you give him. I heard him out there this morning cutting the grass and trimming the hedges and then you sent him off somewhere, that was pretty fucking cold. You treat him more like your fucking butler than your husband."

"Why are you telling me this, Dell?" I asked. "I've already told you I made a mistake. Maybe I'm not the nicest woman on the planet but I do appreciate what I have. And in my own way I do love Dennis. There won't be any more Erics."

I started thinking then as I walked around to some of the other tables to check on other guests. Before that moment, I really hadn't given the matter any thought since it had been resolved. The scary thing was finding out that except for me, no one else considered the matter over. Scarier still was the fact that my two best friends seemed eager to rush in and claim my husband if things went badly. Della I could understand. She was divorced and her first husband had been a monster.

The man was a pure asshole. He'd hit her several times and couldn't keep a job to save his ass. If he wasn't taking her money to buy more liquor, he was cheating on her with some fucking twenty year old bar maid with a hundred fucking tacky tattoos.

But Penny, she was still married. How could a woman who was already married be interested in Dennis? It made no sense, unless she was planning on divorcing her husband too? I knew Penny and she was the kind of woman who was always looking to upgrade whatever she had. Both of them had to know that if they went after Dennis even after I divorced him, that it would mean the end of our friendships.

Apparently, they didn't care about that. I thought about it and tried to put myself in their shoes. I imagined myself married to Eric, the guy I'd cheated on Dennis with. If Penny had been married to Dennis and divorced him, I'd probably have gone after him too. I think it would be more definite than probable; especially, if I was tired of Eric. So it made sense; except for the fact that my marriage to Dennis wasn't in trouble. I might not have treated him as well as I could have, but I love him and he loves me.

Maybe I don't always show it, but that's because I've always been kind of spoiled. I started life out as daddy's little princess. Then I was a cheerleader from middle school all the way through college. That meant that I always got whatever I wanted. After college, there was Dennis. He picked up where my daddy had left off. My stupid fling with Eric really had been the biggest mistake of my life. The only thing that had saved me was the fact that Dennis loved me so fucking much. Della and Penny had lied their asses off to save me. And once they put the belief in Dennis' mind that it had been nothing more than a drunken mistake, Dennis didn't divorce me. He'd still wanted to beat the fuck out of Eric and I begged him not to. I didn't do it to save Eric. I don't give a rat's left nut about Eric. I did it because if Eric and Dennis ever got together and Dennis found out that I'd been with Eric more than once, he'd realize that he'd been lied to and divorce my ass all over again.

But the feeling that I was getting from my two best friends seemed to be that one of them, or possibly even both of them, might actually confess in order to get my husband. I'd kill either one of or both of those bitches if I had to.

I checked my watch again. There was no way that it took forty five minutes to drive home from the fucking golf course. Dennis was probably pissed that I'd interrupted his game to come and drive my mother home. Dennis and my mom didn't get along. He tried really hard to please her, but my mom kind of thought she was the queen of some undisclosed country that only she lived in. She tended to treat everyone as if they were a servant.

Finally, Dennis came in. He smiled at and politely spoke to most of the ladies as he crossed the room. I'm a pretty sensitive person and I noticed that there was something different about my husband. I couldn't put my finger on it, but something was off. 

Even as he came over to me, his walk was off. As he looked into my eyes, I realized for the first time since I'd cheated on him that I really could lose him. And it didn't have to be because I cheated on him again. It had taken Dennis over three hours that morning to clean the pool, trim the hedges, cut the grass and generally clean up the yard and the garden and the pool area. After he'd done it, I dismissed him like he was a fucking servant, when he was the one who'd bought the house and paid all of the bills.

The look in his eyes was telling me that not only was he pissed at me, but that I was vulnerable. Maybe that's what Penny and Dell had sensed as well. Shit, maybe I couldn't fit into my old cheerleader's outfit anymore, but who could?

Dennis could, that was who. He could still fit into his football uniform. He'd worn it as his Halloween costume last year. I realized then that I needed to step up my game.

"Honey, can you drive my mom home?" I said. He didn't say a word. He just nodded his head and went over to her.

A few moments later, he'd gathered her belongings and was herding her out to his car. I wondered then how he handled the frustration. He just wanted to get in the car and drive her home and come back. Mom was acting as if she was Queen Elizabeth. She had to work the room one last time and say goodbye to each and every one of her faithful servants who'd attended the party. My mom was out of her fucking mind.

A little while after Mom and Dennis left, I started picking up the dishes and generally cleaning up as the stragglers started to go home. The party had been a big success and we'd made a lot of plans for the reunion. I needed to make sure that Eric didn't get an invitation to the reunion. All I'd need would be for him and Dennis to get together.

On one of my trips to the kitchen, my phone rang. It was my mother and she was talking in a really low voice and she was pissed.

* * * * * *

Dennis

The trip to my mother's house had barely begun when she started in on me. As usual, she was giving me a bunch of bullshit about how lucky I was to have Belinda. Also how Belinda was the most beautiful girl in school all the way through school and now she was a beautiful woman. According to her mother, Belinda could have married the fucking Pope and no one would have been surprised.

"You'd better step up your game, buddy," she said. "Or one day, Belinda may divorce your ass and kick you out of her house."

"Actually, it's my house," I said.

"Not in a divorce," she smirked. "The woman always gets the house and the kids."

"That's only in the case of a community property state and a marriage where there are kids," I said.

"And why won't you let me have any grandkids, you selfish bastard?" she snapped. I flicked on my iPhone and turned on the voice recorder app. I didn't respond to the question. But it didn't do me any good. She just repeated it and louder the second time around.

"You heard me Dennis Williams," she spat. "You selfish bastard, I asked you why you won't let me have any God damned grandkids?"

"Actually, it's Belinda who wants to wait a little while longer before having children," I said as politely as I could.

"Her gut has swollen up so much I almost thought she was pregnant already," said her mother. "That's your fault too. You make her eat all of those fatty foods. You're desperate to make her so fucking fat that no one else will want her aren't you? You poor deluded sap. You're afraid of her leaving you for a better man. Well, you'd better get used to it, because she's going to do it sooner or later." Then she started laughing.

"And don't come crying to me when she leaves you," she snickered. "I always thought she was too good for you. Why the hell don't you have a better car? Why don't you get one of those nice German cars like Belinda's?"

"I bought Belinda's car for her," I said.

"Well, you should have bought her a bigger one in a better color," she said. "Belinda's car is really great."

"Is it better than a bigger one in a better color?" I asked.

"Don't you sass me young man," she snapped.

"Belinda picked the color and model of her car herself," I said.

"This car is too damned loud," she said. "All I hear is Vroom Vroom, it sounds like a damned race car. Grow up, I'm embarrassed to be seen in this thing and....Wait you're driving crazy. Why are you pulling over?"

"Get out," I said.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Get your old gray ass out of my car," I said calmly. "It's clear that my cheap forty thousand dollar customized Mustang is not good enough for you. So I pulled over right here, where you can get your old ass home, on a two hundred thousand dollar bus."

"Belinda's going to be mad at you, buddy," was the last thing I heard her say as I drove off and left her standing in front of the bus stop.

As I pulled into my driveway, Belinda was just coming out of the house. She was fuming. As she walked towards her car, she stepped wrong and broke the heel off of one of her shoes.

"Dennis, please tell me that this is some kind of joke," she screamed. "Please tell me that you really didn't leave my mother stranded at a bus stop on the other side of town."

I just shrugged my shoulders. "What could an old lady have done that was bad enough for you to leave her stranded?" she hissed.

I pulled out my phone and played the conversation for her. Her eyes got bigger and then she smiled. "Oh Honey," she said. "You were upset because my mother was calling me fat. Well I have picked up a few pounds since college but..."

"It comes after that," I said. She continued to listen. Then her eyes got hard. "I thought she like my Beemer," she said.

"Nope, it comes later than that," I said. "It's the part where she talked about being embarrassed to be seen in my Stang. I couldn't have her embarrassed, so I put her ass out. From now on, I won't be transporting your mother to or from her visits. If she doesn't learn how to behave, she may find herself unwelcome at the house."

Belinda limped off even angrier than she had been. A few minutes later, my phone rang.

"Are you home?" asked Ray.

"Where else would I be?" I asked.

"Danny and I are on our way over. We'll help you get rid of all of the leftovers from the queen's party. We're bringing the beer."

Less than five minutes later, Ray climbed over my back fence. "Are you ready?" I heard from over the fence.

"Yeah," yelled Ray. Then a case of Dos Equis Amber flew over my fence. Ray caught it and barely avoided falling into the pool. Danny climbed over the gate a few seconds later.

Danny accidentally hooked his foot on one of the ornamental trim pieces that topped the fence posts. He fell onto his chest and started cursing a blue streak.

"Shit, Dennis," he said loudly. "You need to do something about that fucking fence. God damn it. I think I scratched my nuts and caved my chest in. I ought to sue you."

I started laughing.

"What's so God damned funny?" he asked.

"Danny, what do you do for a living?" I asked.

"I'm an engineer, just like you dumbass," he sneered.

"Then I think you'll like this," I said. "I've invented something. It's like on Star Trek. It's kind of like the transporter." He looked at me suspiciously.

"No shit?" he asked.

"Well it doesn't exactly take you to other planets," I said. "But it's a way of transporting your atoms from one side of a wall or fence to the other instantaneously, so you won't ever have to climb over it again."

"We'll be millionaires," he said. "No, wait billionaires. What do you call it and where is it?"

"I call it..." I said. And I looked from side to side as if I was making sure that no one was listening to us.

"I call it..." he looked at me and got closer so he could hear me.

"I call it a GATE and your dumb ass just climbed over it," I said. I opened the gate and it swung open easily on well-oiled hinges.

Ray burst out laughing uncontrollably. "A GATE," he screamed, laughing even harder. Danny looked as if he was about to explode.

"I used to like you Dennis," he hissed. "Shut up, Ray, You climbed over the fucking fence too."

A few minutes later we were all sitting in front of the pool drinking. Ray was eating potato salad directly out of a huge bowl with a fork. Danny had an entire cold cut tray on his lap.

"So, what happened with Steff?" asked Danny.

"You mean Stephanie," screamed Ray, imitating her voice and her frosty tone. "That's her fucking name God fucking dammit and that's what you call her, nothing else." We all started laughing.

"That bitch is psychotic," said Danny. "But she's so hot. Why the hell do you get all of the hot women?"

"She really isn't crazy," I said. "She's just gotten used to a lot of guys hitting on her. So she tends to try to alienate them so they leave her alone. Away from you guys who were obviously spazzing over her, she was just as quiet and soft-spoken as she used to be back in college."

"But she doesn't look like she did back in college," said Ray. "If she looked like that back then, I'd have fucked her for sure."

"No you wouldn't have," said Danny. "Women like that go after one guy. I think that as soon as she saw Dennis back then, she was set. When Dennis left school she waited around until she met and married some Dennis clone. That woman wants you Dennis. And she's going to have you, one way or another. Can you say...fatal attraction?"

"Didn't you notice that she doesn't even care that you're married to Belinda? You can tell just from being around her that Stephanie would do anything...ANYTHING to get you. She thought that she'd lost you, so now that she's found you again...It's on. The question is what are we going to do about it?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Dennis, you kissed her a couple of times and I saw you looking at her ass. You want her. You want to fuck the freshman. Belinda prevented it from happening way back when. I just think that you should think about something besides yourself for once," he said.

"Okay, now I am confused," I said. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"I think that when you do bone her, you should stipulate that if she wants you, she has to fuck, Ray and me too," he said.

"Great idea," said Ray. "And shit, you're not in any danger. Your wife, Skankzilla, owes you one from when she got drunk and fucked that guy and you took her back. I still don't know why you did."

"There's only one problem with your flawless logic gentlemen," I said softly.

"And what's that?" asked Danny.

"I think that I really like Steff," I said seriously. "I mean like, I think I might love her."

"But you've only seen her once after ten..." began Ray. Danny put his hand over Ray's mouth.

"Are you serious, Dennis?" he said. I nodded. "How serious?" he asked.

"Like forever and ever serious," I said. "I think I have a redhead problem."

"Okay, that means we have to help you divorce Skankzilla then," he said. "I never really did like God damned cheerleaders anyway. They're a bunch of uppity bitches who think their shit doesn't stink. I've never liked the way she treats you...or us," he said. "Let the planning begin."

I started trying to execute "Plan A" right away. "Plan A" involved me giving Belinda some of her shit right back at her. When she came back in about an hour later complaining about how traumatized her mother was, I didn't apologize or try to minimize the situation as she'd normally have expected.

As soon as she came into the room, I turned to her and said, "Quick, get me a beer before it starts." She ran to the kitchen and got me a beer. I drank the whole thing down and looked at her. "Quick, get me another one," I said. "It's going to start soon." She ran back to the kitchen and came back with another beer. I opened it and started drinking it and she spoke to me.

"Dennis, my mother was traumatized," she screamed. "I can't believe you left her at a bus stop in THAT neighborhood."

"Oh shit," I said. "It's started."

She looked at me crazily. "What's started?" she asked.

"You whining about yet another topic that I really don't give a shit about," I said. "Your mother got into the car and constantly berated everything from me, to you, to your car. When she started whining about being embarrassed to be in my car, I thought about her feelings. I didn't want her to be miserable, so I put her out. Sometimes people just need to shut the fuck up."

I got up and left her standing there wondering where her normally mild mannered and agreeable husband had gone and what had happened to bring about the changes in me.

An hour later, when she thought I'd calmed down, she came out on the deck. "You know Dennis, you shouldn't take my mom too seriously. She's just an old lady. You know how people get when they're old. And since my dad died, she really doesn't have very many people to talk to. She's lonely."

"Belinda, they say that WISDOM is supposed to come with age, not stupidity," I said. "And maybe the reason she's lonely is because she doesn't know when to shut up. I know that she's never thought that I was good enough for you. I guess in her mind, I'm supposed to be some kind of butler/pool boy/ bread winner. But we've been married for over ten years. You'd think that would earn me a tiny bit of respect even if she doesn't like me."

She just looked at me then. "I..." she started to say before I started talking again.

"The thing that really pisses me off is that she lied to me," I snapped. She looked over at me. "Back three years ago, when the incident happened..."

I smiled inwardly as her whole body tensed. I knew that bringing that up would put her on guard.

"She and your dad came over here to talk to me," I said. "They tried to convince me to give up my plans for the divorce. She was crying and whining then too. She swore she was going to start treating me better. I guess her promises don't really hold a lot of water. It just makes me wonder what other things around here I can't count on or who else is lying."




Entrapment



She took a sharp intake of breath and smiled and squeezed my hand. She told me that she was going to get ready for bed and she'd see me there. I could see that she was upset.

* * * * * *

Belinda

After the reunion planning party, I noticed a change in Dennis. He seemed to be argumentative and angry. If I didn't know better, I'd suspect two things. The first was that Dennis was hurt. For some reason, my husband had taken notice of the way I'd been treating him and his feelings were hurt. I think that he doubted that I loved him and he was lashing out in his anger.

The second thing that I suspected was that one of or both of those bitches that claimed to be my friend had said something to him to make him realize how badly I treated him.

It could, of course, have been someone else who'd said something to Dennis, but I really believed after our talk on Saturday that it had been either Della or Penny. The shitty thing about it was that I couldn't really figure out what to do until I found out who the rat was. If it was either Della or Penny, my ass was grass. There was simply nothing I could do to either of them, because if I pissed either one of them off, they'd simply tell Dennis that I had fucked Eric more than the one time he knew about. They might also tell him that I hadn't actually been drunk. My marriage would be over in less time than it would take for either one of those whores to drop their panties.

I concentrated on trying to rebuild things with Dennis. I started out by trying to do things with him, but more often than not he refused. He seemed to be spending a lot of time on the golf course. That was probably because I'd told him to go there on Saturday and he was throwing it in my face. He was also spending a lot of time with those Neanderthal friends of his. There was nothing I could say about that because he'd been friends with those two assholes forever. They'd played football with him all through high school and college. Maybe I should be trying to win them over instead of alienating them.

And Dennis just seemed to be going out of his way to start arguments with me. One of the things he did that really told me he was pissed at me was almost funny. Whenever I got angry at Dennis, I usually hit him below the belt. I pretended that I was too tired or not in the mood for sex. I could get anything I wanted out of Dennis after a week without sex.

But this time Dennis was trying to play my game against me. The night of the planning party, he came to bed and I waited for him to start rubbing his hands over me. He rolled over and pretended that he was going to sleep. After a half hour, I noticed that he really was asleep and that he'd rolled as far away from me as the bed would allow. I was surprised.

When he repeated it the next night, I realized that I might have a problem. The next day I wore the lowest cut blouse I had and made sure that my boobs were constantly in his face. It didn't change a thing. By the fourth night, I was really horny myself. I started to wonder what I could do other than just asking him for sex. A woman is not supposed to have to do that. I'd never had to do it before. Shit, until now, Dennis wanted to fuck me every night. I was the one who had to put the brakes on that shit. If I'd gone by his urges, I wouldn't be able to walk and my tits and neck would always have bruises and hickeys on them.

I'd been with a few guys before I met Dennis in college, but he'd really been the best of the bunch. Part of that was the fact that Dennis loved me so much that he was willing to do whatever it took to please me. He usually made sure I got off before he did. Even back in our college days, that set him apart from the rest of those knuckle dragging football assholes. Most of those bastards thought that they were God's gift to women.

They thought that running around in those tight assed little pants and catching a ball or knocking someone else down made them far superior to the rest of the human race. A couple of the guys on the team expected you to suck their dicks for an hour or so, but they refused to return the favor. They got the ugliest looks on faces when you hinted around about it. They got that whole, I'm not sticking my face down there attitude. I told one guy that we could sixty-nine and he offered a sixty eight.

"What's that?" I asked.

"You do me and I'll owe you one," he smirked.

Eric was the only time I had ever cheated on Dennis and it had been Dennis' fault. You see Dennis was a victim of his own success. The more he did for me, the more I thought I deserved and the worse I treated him. I started thinking that maybe there was someone out there who was better for me than Dennis. Eric was a big fucking mistake. First, because he treated me like a whore. But I guess I had that coming. He knew that I was married and he figured that a married woman who's out looking for sex IS a whore. It was also a mistake because Eric was awful in bed. His dick is slightly bigger than Dennis' but he just stuck it in, slammed me a couple of times and rolled over. He was done before I even got started. He insisted on using two condoms. He said the first one was to prevent me from getting pregnant and the second one was to prevent him from getting a disease.

There was no foreplay. He figured that if I was out cheating on my husband, then I was hot to trot and I should always be ready. Besides that, he claimed that most germs were passed during sex by kissing and he wasn't kissing any woman that wasn't his alone. The final and worst insult came when I discovered that he was bragging about fucking me. He even tried to blackmail me. He showed up at a party I was at and waited to get me away from Dennis. He'd been telling a lot of his friends about us having sex. He got me to go out to his car. My intention was to get him to shut up about it. After the first time, there was no way I was ever going to screw him again. He convinced me that if I did it once more that, he'd never tell anyone about it again.

So I let him fuck me in his car. It was even worse the second time. And the aftermath was far worse than the sex. I went back inside and started drinking heavily. I wanted to try and forget what had just happened. After all, I was the special one. I'd been the head cheerleader. I was supposed to be the princess. I wasn't supposed to be coerced and used. Anyway, while I was doing my best to drink all of the liquor in our host's bar. I heard a lot of shouting and saw Eric with his clothes ripped, running through the house and fleeing out the front door.

"Serves you right, asshole," I yelled drunkenly after him. I immediately got quiet when I noticed that two guys were trying to hold Dennis back from going after Eric, and everyone in the room was staring at me.

"What?" I asked, still holding a half empty bottle of vodka. I can still feel the chill from the glance Dennis gave me.

"Nothing," said Dennis. I dropped the bottle and it shattered on the floor. I knew that he'd said, "Nothing," but it meant, "Something."

Even as drunk as I was, I knew that I was in trouble. I started trying to walk over to him but I could barely stand up. "Dennis," I said softly.

"I loved you, Belinda," he said. "We've been married for six and a half God damned years, but I loved you before that. I do everything I can to make you happy. I loved you with everything I have, but it just meant NOTHING."

He just turned away from me and left the house. He got into his Mustang and drove away. That pretty much ended the party. Della took me home with her so I could sober up. The next morning I was a basket case. Dennis wouldn't answer the phone. He wouldn't speak to me at all. We were apart for nearly a month before Della and Penny managed to convince him that I'd been drunk when it happened and Eric had taken advantage of me. It took a while after we got back together to convince him not to go after Eric. I finally convinced him that he'd gotten all the revenge he needed when he'd beaten Eric's ass at the party and chased him out of the house.

Actually, I just hadn't wanted him to find out the true details about Eric and me. The problem now was that either one of those bitches who'd already expressed an interest in Dennis could tell him what had actually happened.

Dennis didn't snap back to himself after the first week either. I was so horny I was ready to handcuff him and drag him to bed. I saw him actually watching the cheerleaders while he watched a football game and spoke to him.

"Dennis, are you fantasizing about fucking a cheerleader?" I asked him. "I could go upstairs and put my uniform on."

"You'd rip it to shreds trying to get into it," he said. I was pissed.

"I used to be built just like them," I said.

"You were built better than them," he said, and I smiled thinking I'd just misunderstood his first comment.

"Well honey, I still have that same body," I said in a husky voice.

"That's true," he said. "You still have the same body, but you've stretched it all out of shape."

I was livid. "Dennis, my boobs have just gotten bigger since then. Most women get larger as they mature. Since my boobs, which you seem to love playing with and sucking on are bigger, it makes my body appear thicker, that's all. So are you saying that my boobs make me look fat all of a sudden?" I asked.

"It's not your boobs," he said. "I love your tits. It's not your boobs that make you look fat."

"Well Honey, you have to realize that married women don't dress as sexy as single girls do. My clothes are also looser, because I dress for comfort. I've already got my man so I don't have to force myself into jeans that are so tight I can't breathe. Are you saying that you want me to wear tighter pants? Do my pants make me look fat?"

"No, Belinda," he said. "Your pants don't make you look fat...It's your legs, your ass, that gut and those droopy cheeks that make you look fat." I almost slapped him.

The next day, I got Della and Penny together. After talking to them both, separately and together, I was pretty sure that neither of them was stabbing me in the back. We went over everything that had happened and they made me realize again that I'd caused all of this shit myself. Then we tried to figure a way for me to get out of it.

* * * * * *

Dennis

"It's not fucking working," I said.

"I figured as much," said Danny.

"Am I covering for you while you play, "Golf," again?" asked Ray. I just smiled. "God damn it Dennis. How much "Golf" do you need? Are you supposed to be Tiger Woods or something?"

"I can't help it Ray," I said. "I love her. And she's going back to Florida, soon. I think I'm going to die."

"Time for plan B," said Danny.

"What the hell is plan B?" I asked. "I've been as mean to her as I could. I've called her fat and I've refused to have sex with her..."

"Like you could actually get it up when the redhead is done with you," smirked Ray.

"Can you call her by her name?" I asked.

"Don't get touchy with me, Dennis," laughed Ray. "I protected your skinny ass for four years of football. Every quarterback needs protection on that left side. Besides if you remember, I'm not allowed to call her Steff. Everyone else on the fucking planet has to call her Stephanie, except you and that's too many syllables for me to remember when I'm not the one getting that pussy."

"Gentlemen," said Danny. Ray and I immediately looked around to see who he was talking about. "I meant you two idiots," he said.

"Guess who's in town and looking for work?" he asked. Ray and I were puzzled.

"Hank Walker," he said.

"Oh shit, I hate that bastard," I said. Hank Walker was another of our former teammates. Hank was definitely not a team player. All he ever worried about were his own stats. He didn't care about the team at all.

"Do you hate him too much to use him to get out from under Skankzilla?" asked Danny. "We need Hank for plan B to work."

"What's plan B?" I asked.

"Plan A was for you to start an argument with Belinda and then go for the divorce. That didn't work so we have to get nasty. In Plan B, Belinda cheats on you again and that way you can divorce her ass and since we don't live in an automatic community property state you can keep most of your shit. If this works, the four of us can be in Florida in a couple of months."

"What four of us?" I asked.

"You and Stephanie, and my wife Annie and me," he said. "You and I are engineers so we can both get transfers to our company's plant in Florida. My wife Annie is a nurse. She can get a job anywhere and I'm tired of cold winters."

"What about me?" whined Ray.

"You're single idiot," said Danny. "You can do whatever the fuck you please."

"Then why didn't you say the five of us," whined Ray. "I want to be included in stuff."

"I'm not sure you're good influence on Dennis," said Danny. "Besides, you're a pussy hound. I figured you'd want to stay here and fuck Skankzilla. You always did want a cheerleader..."

"Yeah, but I wanted a young, fresh, beautiful one. Not a fat, worn out, washed up one with big boobs and an even bigger gut," said Ray. "Besides, she has a fucking attitude problem. She acts like she's so special that she doesn't even shit. When she eats, all of her digested food turns into sunshine which beams out of her ass."

"More than likely it's all of that digested food that's blowing her belly up," said Danny.

"What's the plan?" I asked.

"Remember how you ruined Hank's NFL career chances?" asked Danny.

"Who me?" I asked.

"Don't act dumb Dennis," said Danny. "Hank got to feeling too big for his britches. He even made a pass at Belinda so you decided to take him down a peg. You waited until that game where all of the scouts were in the audience and then fucked him up. You never threw him the ball unless he had double coverage. Even then you threw the ball just slightly over his head so he had to jump for it. Then the corners or the safeties for the other team would crush him while he was in mid-air. The third time you did that to him, they put him out of the game. From what I hear he still walks with a limp and has back pains."

"I can't believe that you think I did that," I said.

"I can't believe you did it over Belinda," said Ray.

"Well, she was less of a bitch then," I said.

"Only to you," said Ray.

"Anyway, Hank hates me," I said. "Why would he help us?"

"Because the dumb ass won't know that he's helping us," smirked Danny. "He'll think that this is his big chance to get back at you. We just need a few things. And get your lawyer ready because when this happens, we'll need to move quickly."

Over the next few days I got a lawyer. I only told her that I was sure that my wife was cheating on me "AGAIN."

The woman was supposed to be a real ball breaker when it came to divorces. Finding out that Belinda had cheated on me once before and I'd forgiven her and taken her back went a long way towards getting her on my side. She was sure that we'd be able to sway the court as well. From the way she was talking, I was sure that Belinda would be living with her mother in the senior citizens home when this was all done.

I also had to buy several new video cameras and bugs for our house and Belinda's cell phone. I also got hand held cameras for whoever was doing the surveillance. It would probably be Ray, because Danny was working on Hank.

He convinced Hank that I was still a smug SOB and that I still had that smug quarterback stick up my ass. They met at a bar a few times and that was all it took to get Hank to go after Belinda as some kind of revenge against me. I should point out that Hank had a wife and two kids that he'd brought to town with him and he was currently unemployed. That same "Me above all else" attitude that had ruined his place on the team, had gotten him fired from so many jobs, that he had to move back home.

Hank was also convinced that his loss of confidence stemming from his injury and failure to make it into the pro football ranks had ruined his career. So he blamed me for him getting fired all of those times too. In fact, every fucked up dream and failure over his entire life was all tracked back to me. He even blamed me for things that happened to him before we met. I was the bane of his fucking existence and had never known it. Well, after this was over, I'd have to find a way to let him know that I had fucked him over yet again.

According to Danny, things were going well with Hank. We did have a few little bugs to work out but they were nothing that a little bit of money and thought couldn't overcome. The first was the fact that we had to somehow transform an unemployed and generally shitty looking Hank into someone that might be able to get into Belinda's pants. Since Belinda still saw herself as a young gorgeous cheerleader whose shit didn't stink; fat, balding, married, out of work Hank was someone she'd take one look at and run in the opposite direction.

The obvious and only answer to the situation would be to buy Hank a suit or two and give him some money to spend on Belinda. Then, of course, he'd probably be curious about where the money came from and why someone was willing to go that far.

We got Danny's wife, Annie on board. Annie agreed to help us because "A" she thought the idea was a hoot. "B" she really wanted to move to Florida. And "C" she hated the shit out of Belinda. Annie had gone to college with us and still remembered Belinda's shitty attitude towards anyone she didn't consider worthy to be in her presence. Annie at the time had simply been a hard working nursing student. Since she wasn't a cheerleader or a prom queen candidate, she was beneath Belinda's notice.

The cool thing about that final meeting was that Ray and I got to sit in the bar with hats and disguises on. Danny called me just before Hank sat down and left his cell phone connected to mine so Ray and I could hear the entire conversation.

"Hey, Danny," he said, as he sat down nervously. "I had some questions, but uhm I see you have company."

Annie started playing her part then. She stood up and looked at Hank and started shaking her head. "We're going to need to buy him some clothes and get him a haircut," she said. Both of those facts were obvious. Then she really started to lay it on thick. "He's still an amazingly cute guy, even after all of these years," she said.

"That bitch is crazy," whispered Ray next to me. "He's only thirty three or thirty four, like us, but the bastard looks like he's fifty five."

"Shut up dumbass," I hissed. "They may be able to hear you through the phone. "She's just trying to build up his confidence."

"Oh...I knew that," smiled Ray. Then he got a confused look on his face. "How is lying to him going to build up his confidence?" I shot him an angry glare and he shut up.

"So you're in on this?" asked Hank. "Who are you?"

"I'm Annie Namkova," she said. "I went to college with you too."

"You did?" he asked. "I don't..."

"You don't remember me, right?" she said. "I wasn't very popular. So that's not a surprise."

"So you hate Dennis too?" he asked.

"With every fiber of my being," she said and then she laughed.

"Oh shit, she blew it," I said. Even Danny looked away. Surprisingly, Annie picked the ball back up after her fumble and ran with it.

"I'm sorry I laughed," she said. "But it's just so empowering to be able to say it out loud around other people who feel the same fucking way I do. I fell for his bullshit charm once. Like everyone else I thought he was just the nicest fucking guy possible. The bastard charmed me right out of my panties and almost ruined my marriage."

Ray and I stared at each other and even high fived each other. We were just so blown away by Annie's acting ability. "I'm getting that woman an Oscar," I whispered. Everyone in the bar was looking at us. "Touchdown," I screamed.




Entrapment



"Go Blue," yelled Ray. The people staring at us turned back to what they were doing and forgot us.

"You're married?" asked Hank.

"To him," she said pointing at Danny, who looked shocked and then played it off.

"Yeah," she said. "That damned Dennis almost ruined our marriage. It's taken us years to get over him stalking me and seducing me. I still don't understand why he'd go after the wife of his best God damned friend. He's just evil."

"I hate that asshole too," sneered Hank. "He ruined my entire life. "First he prevented me from getting into the NFL..."

"How'd he do that?" asked Annie.

"I think he paid the players on the other team to knock the shit out of me," said Hank.

"Don't they try to do that anyway?" asked Annie.

"Well...yeah, but when you pay them, they really do it even harder," said Hank. "And as if that wasn't enough, I think he's been following me all over the mid-west getting me fired from job after job. I think he's been paying people to fire me. And they always fire me for stupid things. That's why I'm sure he's a part of it."

"What kinds of things have they fired you for?" asked Annie. Even from where I sat, I could tell that she was having trouble keeping her face serious.

"Well, I've been fired for lack of sales," spat Hank. "Obviously, he went to my customers and paid them not to buy from me. I've been fired for sexual harassment three times. I'm sure he had something to do with the last two. In fact, I'd bet my life on it."

"Why the last two?" asked Annie.

"Well, the very last one was ugly as sin," he said. "A woman that ugly should have been glad to have someone harass her ass. And the one before that was fat. Fat women are supposed to be desperate. How the hell does a fat woman file for sexual harassment? Someone had to have paid her ass and we know who it was, don't we." Annie jumped up.

"Excuse me," she said. "...Ladies room."

When she went back to the table with her face still red, Danny and Hank were still going over all of the reasons he believed that I was following him all over the mid-west sabotaging every job he'd ever had.

"Sorry, I had to go badly," said Annie. "Why do you think that he's been doing this to you? I know why he did what he did to me." Both Danny and Hank looked at her.

"It was the sex," she said. "He was out for some hot pussy and there's no one hotter, right Danny?" Danny nodded his head.

"But why would he chase you all over the country, fucking up your life?" she asked.

"Because he's jealous of me," spat Hank. "He always was. The quarterback is usually the team leader. But my obvious leadership qualities had him jealous. And he was going out with Belinda. Belinda was attracted to me. He knew that he was going to lose her with me in the picture, so he stooped to underhanded tricks to keep her."

"So Belinda really loved you?" asked Annie. Both she and Danny were fighting to keep the tears from their eyes.

"If that bastard hadn't interfered, Belinda and I would probably be married right now. She was crazy about me. But most women are. You said it yourself. I'm an attractive man," he said.

"Yes," said Annie. "You and Belinda belong together. Tomorrow you and my hubby will go shopping together. And the next night, we'll arrange for you and Belinda to run into each other. From there, we'll just let the magic happen."

"Aren't you going to come?" he asked. "Maybe a woman's opinion on the clothes might be good."

"I've already messed up once," she said. "I'm not sure I should spend too much time around you."

"I understand," said Hank. He got up and drained his drink and then left the bar. As he got to the door, he turned back towards the table and shot Annie what he thought was a smoldering glance and then walked out the door.

Hank and Annie erupted in laughter and couldn't stop. I got up and went to the door. Hank was across the street standing at a bus stop. I made sure he was on the bus and then joined Ray, Danny and Annie at the table. They were still laughing.

I hugged Annie so hard I lifted her off of her feet. "Thank you so much, Annie," I said. "You were brilliant."

"Hey, stop that," said Ray. "You don't want things to go too far again."

We looked at him. "You've already almost ruined the woman's marriage," said Ray. "She's lucky that Danny took her back."

"Uh, Ray," said Danny.

"Let me guess," said Ray. "You're fine with Dennis screwing your wife. Wow, I never thought that you were a wimp. And you'd think that if you were going to let someone have her, it should have been me. I'm the only one of us who isn't married and..."

Danny and I just shook our heads.

"Ray, it didn't happen," I said. "I don't go around screwing other men's wives; especially not my friends' wives."

He looked at Annie. "You lied to Hank," he accused.

"He's an asshole," said Annie.

"But he's only an asshole because Dennis ruined his life," said Ray. "What I can't figure out is how Dennis has time to do all of the work he does at his own job, while following Hank all over the mid-west ruining his life."

"Uhm, Ray, I'll explain it to you later," said Danny.

Annie looked at me and smiled. "This was fun," she said. "Wait until I call my cousin and tell her, she'll get a kick out of this."

I looked at her strangely. She elbowed Danny in the side. "You didn't tell him, did you?"

"I forgot," said Danny.

"What?" I asked.

"Okay, I guess you should know this," said Danny. "Annie has always hated Belinda, even back in the days that we were in college. She always thought that you were too nice for Belinda, so she tried to set you up with her cousin."

"I don't remember that," I said.

"Yeah ya do," said Danny. "Last Saturday, Della, who's friendly with Annie called her and asked her why she hadn't gone to the party your wife was having. They spoke for a while and the way Belinda threw us all out of the house came up. Della told Annie that we were going to play golf. Annie called her cousin who was in town on business and told her which golf course we'd be at. Her cousin got to the golf course just before us and you've been uhm...exploring her nether regions ever since."

"So, my Steff, is your cousin?" I asked Annie. Annie looked at Danny and her eyes got huge.

"So when we get married, I'll be your cousin?" I asked.

"Uh, yeah," smiled Annie.

"I told you," said Danny.

* * * * * *

Belinda

Nothing I did seemed to register with Dennis. It had gotten to the point when he wasn't even doing what I told him to do. A couple of days ago, I'd asked him in a very polite tone to stop off at a beauty supply store that was on his way home and find out what shades of red fingernail polish they had. I'd told him to just go to the store text me pictures of their red shades and I'd text back the one I wanted him to bring home.

He never even bothered to stop. When he walked in, I wondered where the bags were.

"Where's my polish?" I asked nicely. "You forgot it didn't you?"

He looked at me with a look I'd never seen before. Then he just smiled. "I didn't even bother stopping," he said. I realized then that my mother was right. My Dennis was getting uppity with me. He was acting totally crazy. I expected him to start singing, "We shall overcome," soon.

"Belinda, I love you," he said. I knew that already. Despite the fact that he'd been acting shitty towards me for almost two weeks, I knew that Dennis loved me. We hadn't had sex in so long my pussy was dried out, but he loved me. I think he was trying to make some kind of point. My mother had told me that he needed to be beaten. His next statement was beginning to push me towards her view.

"Belinda, I have to work all day, five days a week," he said. I didn't see his point. Someone had to work and I didn't think it should be me.

"You're home all day," he continued. "You do some housework, whatever you feel like doing, all day. You're not on a schedule. You don't have anyone giving you assignments. You don't have a due date. You don't have a team to coordinate with. You can do whatever you want, whenever you want..."

"Well Dennis, that's why I stopped working," I said.

"So, if you have all of that time to do nothing," he said angrily. "Why couldn't you get off of your ass and go get your own polish?"

"Because I was relaxing," I said. "If I had to get up and go driving around, I wouldn't be relaxing anymore."

He just walked away. That ended up being another night without sex. Actually, he went to the golf club again. I knew that was my fault because I was the one who started him going to the golf club. But at least he was being considerate. I could tell that he was using the showers at the golf club now. He always smelled like he'd just showered when he got home. In the old days he'd go bowling, or golfing and come home all sweaty and want to jump on me and fuck me. I miss the old days.

The next day, I was out shopping when a man stepped in front of me so suddenly that we bumped into each other. He dropped his briefcase. I was just about to scream at him when he looked up at me.

"My God, Belinda, is that you?" he asked. "You haven't changed a bit. I'll bet you could still fit into your cheerleader outfit."

I just looked at him and smiled. "I just got done meeting with a client," he said. "Normally, I don't go to them. They have to come to me. But it's a three million dollar account. So what brings you here?"

"I was shopping," I said.

"I'd love to hear about your life and what happened to you after school," he said. "Can I buy you a cup of coffee or a drink?"

I said, "Either." He decided on the bar right there in the building and after stowing my packages in the trunk of my BMW, we sat down. We ended up talking the entire afternoon away. It took a while for me to actually remember Hank from college, but after he started to flatter me, I loosened up.

Hank told me all kinds of things that I never knew, like what an asshole Dennis had been at college. I also learned that Hank had always liked me. I barely remembered him trying to make a pass at me in school. I think the only reason I remembered it was because I got a big kick out of Dennis being so jealous that he screamed at me to stay away from the guy.

By the end of the afternoon, Hank had eased his hands under my skirt and was working his way to the promised land. All kinds of thought went through my head. Hank was probably rich as hell and wanted me badly. On the other hand, I loved Dennis. But Dennis was treating me badly because I'd treated him badly. We couldn't let that continue to escalate. Sooner or later someone had to give in.

I was as horny as a herd of cattle though and Dennis was refusing to do his husbandly duties, because he was angry at me. So it would serve him right if I gave someone else some pussy. Of course, I'd never tell him. Then I thought about what would happen if he caught me again. This time there would be no second chances. But I started to reason a different way when Hanks hands got closer to the promised land. I called it the promised land because it had been promised to my husband. But if he wasn't building on that property, maybe it could be leased to someone else temporarily.

My mind made all kinds of leaps of judgment. Hank wasn't nearly as attractive as my husband. He was flabby and balding and smelled funny. On the other hand, he handled lots of multimillion dollar accounts. If Dennis did catch us, I could just marry Hank.

An hour later, we were in a motel room. I paid for the room because Hank only had hundred dollar bills and he was sure that the manager of that flea bag motel couldn't break one.

Hank tried really hard, but he left me even more frustrated. His dick was bigger than Dennis' but he had a hard time getting it up. He told me it was because of stress at work and asked for a rain check. We made a date at the same motel for the next day.

I went home with my pussy gushing and frustrated. But I was no longer upset because if Dennis didn't fuck me that evening, I'd do whatever I had to, to get Hank up the next day. Dennis didn't realize it, but he was about to lose the best thing that had ever happened to him. For the first time in my life, I realized that Dennis was stupid. Engineer or not, my husband is a Mucking Foron.

When I got home, Penny came over. I swore her to secrecy and told her about my situation. She looked at me as if there was something wrong with me. "Belinda, Hank Walker, is a genetic aberration," she said. "Don't you remember him? He's nowhere near as attractive as Dennis."

"Hank Walker wants to fuck me really bad, Dennis won't even touch me," I spat. "If you can't be with the one you love...take the available dick."

"But Belinda, do you remember that disgusting lunch lady in college? Remember, the one who weighed like four hundred pounds, and had that huge mole on the end of her giant hook nose. Remember, she was the one who actually looked better in her hair net? She smelled worse than the mystery meat."

"Yeah," I said, shuddering at the memory.

"Honey, Hank Walker fucked her. He went after anything that wasn't nailed down. And he's famous for something." She pulled out her phone and called her husband.

"Honey, do you remember Hank Walker from school?" she smiled at me. "Yeah that's the one. Doesn't he hold some kind of sports thingy?"

She smiled at me. "I already know that he was a big time football star until Dennis got jealous and ruined his career," I said.

"Belinda, Hank Walker to this day holds the NCAA records for most fumbles during a season and most dropped passes. He's also the only player in history to run head first into a goal post and knock himself out," she said with a big smile on her face.

"See I told you that he was a big time football player," I smiled. "Maybe I'll let Dennis know I ran into him and he'll get jealous."

"Honey, don't be a fool," she said. "If Dennis gets wind of Hank sniffing around you, your marriage is over."

"So what, Hank makes millions now," I said. "Unlike Dennis, who obviously peaked in college."

She just rolled her eyes at me and shook her head. "I'm going to give Dennis a chance," I said. "But I'm only doing it out of loyalty and because I love him. If Dennis doesn't step up to the plate tonight, tomorrow it will be Hank's turn at bat."

"Belinda, please don't do this," she begged.

"Don't worry," I told her. "I wouldn't actually let Dennis find out. He only caught me last time because that fucking Eric showed up at a party we were at and started bragging about doing me. Dennis doesn't even know that Hank is in town."

So, feeling confident, I sat down on the sofa to wait for Dennis to come home. He came home and changed and skipped back down the stairs. He looked happy as hell. I don't remember the last time I saw a grown man skipping. He headed right for the door.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"To play golf," he smiled. He even leaned over and flicked one of my nipples playfully.

"Those things are huge," he said. Then he headed for the door.

"Dennis, you forgot your golf clubs," I said.

"Belinda," he frowned. "I'm not using those clubs. I carried them because you bought them for me. But they're like the worst fucking golf clubs in the world. I tried leaving them at the club and someone returned them to me. I left them at a bus stop near the golf club and when I got home they were on our porch." He sat down next to me and looked in my eyes.

"Belinda, I don't want to lie to you anymore," he said. "My game has gotten so much better. I love golf now. But I haven't used those clubs all week."

He got up and went out the door then. I heard the sound of his Mustang's motor. My mom was actually right. That thing was loud as hell. Then I remembered that he liked it that way. He'd paid more money for that exhaust system. I'd have to try to explain that to mother.

That night Dennis came in just after dark. I knew he hated to play in the dark so he was always home by about ten. His golf game must have been strenuous, because although he was smiling from ear to ear, he looked like a whipped dog. Thankfully, he'd taken a shower.

I went up to our room and he was already in bed. I stripped naked and went over to him. I pulled the sheet off of him and grabbed his limp dick. I must've sucked on it for a half hour and it didn't so much as twitch.

"Sorry, Honey," he said. "I left every ounce of energy I had on the golf course. It was amazing. Hole after hole, we kept going. Front, back, doggie, I could barely move when we got done. I honestly don't know how the pros do it. Maybe tomorrow..." and then he was snoring, but he still had that damned smile on his face.

I was pissed. Dennis was finally back in a good mood, but I still didn't get any sex. Well, he'd stepped up to the plate and struck out. It was Hank's turn. And as far as I was concerned, Hank could stay in the batter's box until Dennis was ready again.

I did get some good news, though. I found out why Dennis had emerged from his sour mood. It hadn't been anything I'd done at all. It was obviously guilt. I should have seen it from the beginning. Dennis started acting out the day of the party. It hadn't been the way I treated him after all. All of my stupid friends were wrong. It was simply guilt that had him so angry. Dennis was basically a nice guy. He was my puppy and always would be. He was ashamed and guilty over his terrible treatment of my mother. He'd been in a foul mood ever since he'd left her at that bus stop. Apparently, this morning he'd called her from work to apologize and things were fine between them now. He'd come home energized and happy, but then he'd wasted all of that energy hitting a ball into a hole with his club on the golf course. He should have been using his club and balls in my hole at home.

I woke up the next morning when Dennis leaned over the bed and gave me a tender and gentle kiss before leaving for work. My Dennis was back. I was still pissed though. And I was still horny. I was pissed because Dennis had put me through over two weeks of hell because of something between him and my mother. He had no fucking right to treat me like shit because of her. I know that my mother has a big fucking mouth, but that doesn't give him the right to treat me like shit because of it.

My date with Hank was still on.

I arrived at the motel and went to the same room that we'd had the day before. Under my clothes, I had on one of my Victoria's secret lingerie sets that I'd custom ordered. This one came with a corset that pulled my waist in by about four inches and gave me a better profile. It made my waist look smaller and my boobs look huge in comparison. I knew that it would light Hank's fire.

When I knocked on the door, Hank answered it. Something was off.

Hank was wearing the same suit he'd worn the day before. Why would a multimillionaire wear the same suit two days in a row? 

"Hank, isn't that the suit you wore yesterday?" I asked.

"Oh shit, I forgot that I'd worn it," he said. I could tell he was a bachelor then. No woman would let her husband wear the same clothes two days in a row.

"I guess I did it because it's my favorite suit and I wanted to look my best for you," he said. "You're so beautiful."

I was getting warm downstairs. It was a start. It wasn't like a flood in the basement the way I got with Dennis, where my panties would get so wet I had to wring them out, but at least Hank had me in the mood for sex.

I took off my clothes and he saw my lingerie. His eyes lit up immediately and he forcefully pushed me onto the bed. He pulled my legs apart and pulled his pants down. His big old sausage was sticking out of the fly in his pants. I grabbed it and started sucking on it.

I noticed immediately that it started going up. I was ready. The taste in my mouth almost made me want to gag though. He tasted awful. There was no way I'd ever let him cum in my mouth. I tore open a pack of condoms and placed one by the pillows. I kept his dick in my mouth while I worked.




Entrapment



As soon as I took his dick out of my mouth, it went down. I was pissed. "Hank, why don't you work on me a little then," I said.

He just smiled at me broadly. I was getting the idea that eating pussy was his specialty or something.

"I don't do that," he said. I started to slap the shit out of him. I was so desperate to cum though that I let it go. I sucked him again and before he realized that I was pulling him out of my mouth, I spread my legs and quickly inserted his dick into my hole.

It was like instinct. Hank slammed that big old dick all the way home in one shot. He rammed it all the way up in me until the tip smacked against my cervix. The problem was that all of the bullshit we'd gone to had gotten me out of the mood. I was bone dry. It was like trying to fit a bowling ball into a Dixie cup. I screamed like a Banshee, but in pain. Hank roared like a bull and after a total of one God damned thrust he came inside of me. In my haste, I'd forgotten the condom. He flooded me with what felt like a bucket of foul smelling sperm and then crashed down on top of me.

I was ready to kill that mother fucker, millionaire or not. But before I could say anything there was a second, even louder crash.

I think that Hank was too spent to even look up. I don't know why because he really hadn't done anything. I craned my neck to look over his bulk and saw with horror, people streaming into the room. There were two men with cameras. One appeared to be a high quality still camera and the other was capturing high definition video. For some reason my mother was there, along with a couple of people I knew. Dennis' two Neanderthal friends were there too. My mother looked at me and shook her head.

The worst thing to see though, was Dennis. He looked awful. There were tears streaming down his cheeks and he kept screaming, "Why?" He sounded almost as if he was doing an impersonation of Nancy Kerrigan after Tanya Harding's thugs had bashed her knee.

I heard a very shrill, very high pitched scream then. That sound seemed to mobilize Hank. He jumped up and started trying to put his clothes on when he heard that scream from outside.

I think that as Hank jumped up, Dennis recognized him and something just snapped in him. I'd secretly always loved the fact that Dennis was so jealous and always ready to fight over me, but this time I was horrified. Dennis ran over to Hank and started beating on him like a pináta. Though they were about the same height, Dennis was smaller but in much better shape than Hank.

In less than three seconds, he'd bloodied Hank's face and was mercilessly pummeling the larger man. Hank couldn't even seem to mount any kind of defense let alone an offense. Then the screaming got closer. Suddenly, a short, fat woman with a huge hook nose came into the room followed by three of the ugliest children I've ever seen. The woman would not have required make-up to portray one of the hobbits in the Lord of the Rings movies. Her feet were also big enough.

"Stop hitting my husband," she screamed. Dennis turned towards her angrily. "Let me do it," she screamed. She ran over to Hank and kicked him in the balls. Hank screamed louder than anything I've ever heard in my life. He was writhing on the floor in agony, with both cameramen filming him and some of the people in the room spitting on him. Then that angry little woman turned to me. She slapped me and all ability to reason left me. It was like being struck by lightning. She hit me so hard that my eyes failed me. All I could see was a blinding white flash.

I heard someone screaming, "Slap the whore again." The voice sounded like my mother's. I turned to look for her and felt something biting into my ankle. I looked downwards to find a small troll-like child chewing on it angrily.

I looked around for Dennis. He was walking out of the room still crying. I got up from the bed dressed only in the corset. My ass and everything from the waist down were still naked, but I didn't care. I had to get to Dennis and try to explain. My mind went into overtime and came up with the best lie I could think of.

"Dennis, Honey, he drugged me," I screamed. "He's always been jealous of us. Remember back in college."

"He drugged you twice?" asked Dennis. Everyone in the room turned to look at me, including my mother.

"What do you mean twice, Honey?" I asked.

"He brought you to this same motel room yesterday," he said. "That's how I knew where to go. You've been treating me like shit for a while, so I hired a PI to follow you around. The last time you treated me like this was the first time you cheated on me with that Eric guy."

"You slut," screamed Hank's dwarfish wife. Then she leaped up and slapped me again. A beautiful young blond woman parted the crowd and made her way to me. Except for the fact that she was taller, slimmer and prettier than I am and the fact that we looked nothing alike, we could have been twins. She was carrying a briefcase and chewing gum. She cracked the gum several times and then spoke to me.

"Belinda Williams?" she asked. I nodded my head.

"That's her," screamed several people in the growing crowd. "Whore," several others screamed.

"You've been served," she said, handing me a huge stack of papers.

I grabbed her arm as she turned away. "Do you have a car?" I asked.

"Of course," she said, pointing to a pink Mustang GT with badges from one of those women's charities on it.

"Help a fellow cheerleader out, Honey," I said. "Get me the fuck out of here."

"I was never a cheerleader," she said. "Have a nice day." And the bitch walked away, leaving me alone to face that mob.

With no other choice, I started trying to run away from the people there. I'd made it less than a half a block with the mob hot on my heels when a passing police car pulled in front of me. They arrested me for indecent exposure and threw me in jail.

They gave me one of those ugly orange jumpsuits to cover my nakedness. I tried to call Dennis but he wouldn't accept the call. I tried to call my mother but she wouldn't take the call either. Finally I called Della and she came down to the station to get me. She brought me some clothes. Unfortunately, they were her clothes so I had to squeeze into them.

"Damn, that bitch looks like ten pounds of shit in a five pound bag," laughed one of my cellmates.

The ticket for indecent exposure didn't require me to go to court. I just had to pay three hundred dollars and since I'd been running down a public street in full view of children, my name was added to the sex offenders list.

I went over to the ATM machine in the police station and found out that none of my credit cards worked. Della paid my fine and grumblingly told me that I needed to pay her back before the week was out.

She drove me home and I thanked her for standing by me. I walked up to the door and found out that none of my keys worked. I peeked into the garage to see if Dennis' prized Mustang was in there. If it was, it meant that Dennis was in the house and just refusing to open the door for me. The Jeep that Dennis drove in the winter to avoid wear and tear on his precious Mustang was there. And right beside it was my BMW. I couldn't believe that my car had a for sale sign on it.

I started pounding on the garage door and kicking it. In less than five minutes a police car pulled up. Two officers got out of the car with their hands on their guns.

"Get on the ground," screamed one officer.

"For what?" I asked.

"We've been watching this house," said the officer. "The owner of the house warned us that his crazed ex-wife might try to break in before he sold it. You look pretty crazed."

"And also pretty EX," threw in the other cop.

"Move along," said the first cop. "And don't come back here. I'm letting you off with a warning. Next time your ass is going to jail."

I went next door to my next door neighbor's house and knocked on the door. She was a nice old lady. She cracked the door but left the chain on it.

"Mrs. Doright, can you help me?" I asked.

"I'm the one who called the cops on you," she said. "Should I call them again?"

"We've lived next door to each other for ten years," I said. "I've fed your cat when you were on vacation. I've watered your plants. I took care of you when you were sick. All I ask is that you let me make a few phone calls."

"Alright," she grumbled. "I guess I owe you. But I don't like whores, so once you use the phone we're even. Step away from the God damned door and keep your hands where I can see them."

She came out of the house with her eyes riveted to me. She had on one of those old lady dresses. In one hand she held a cordless phone. Obviously, I was no longer welcome inside the house.

Surprisingly, in her other hand she held a very business-like handgun and she kept it trained on me. The most unbelievable thing though, was that for some reason she had a spray bottle of Lysol disinfectant in the pocket of her old lady dress.

I took the phone and dialed Dennis' cell phone. It rang twice and then he answered it.

"Hi," he said. He didn't sound upset. In fact he sounded pretty fucking chipper.

"Dennis, I'm so sorry," I said. "Please forgive me. Can we just sit down and..."

All I heard was the dial tone. I called back and the call went straight to voice mail. The voice mail prompt claimed that his mailbox was full, which was impossible. His voice mails were stored on the company's servers. I often had to go in and empty Dennis' voice mailbox, because he sometimes had five or six hundred messages, because he rarely listened to them.

I called Dennis' job. I was told that he'd taken the day off to play golf. His secretary hung up before I could even ask to leave him a message. I thought I heard her call me a bitch under her breath as she hung up. The weird thing was that I think she wanted me to hear it.

I called my mom. I had to call her three times before she answered the phone.

"What?" she asked.

"Mommy, I need some place to stay while I sort things out," I said. It seemed to take forever for her to answer me.

"After the way you treated poor Dennis, why should I let you stay here?" she asked.

"I'm your daughter," I hissed. "And you don't even like Dennis. You always said that he wasn't good enough for me."

"That was tough love," she said. "I was just hard on him so he'd never treat YOU badly or neglect you. For the past ten years that boy has been like fucking Santa Claus to you. He bought you that beautiful house. He bought you a fucking BMW. And you treated him like your God damned butler. But even worse you cheated on him with a loser who's married to a circus performer or something. What were you thinking? You should have treated that poor man like a king, especially after he took you back after the first time you cheated on him."

"Mom, how did you find out about that?" I asked.

"It's all over the news, dumbass," she said. "It's gotten so bad that Dennis is planning on leaving town after the divorces."

"What do you mean divorces?" I asked.

"Hank's dwarf is divorcing him too," she said.

"That's great," I said. "Can you come and get me?"

"If I had a fucking car, why would poor Dennis have to pick me up and drop me off all the time?" she asked. "Take a cab, but come in the back door. I don't want anyone to know that I'm related to the town whore."

Before I could tell her that I didn't have any money for a cab, she hung up. I called Penny. She agreed to come and pick me up.

I thanked Mrs. Doright. She immediately sprayed the entire phone down with the Lysol and wiped it off with a cloth that she pulled from the same pocket. Then she repeated it and threw the cloths into a trash can.

"Can you please wait for your friend somewhere that my husband Dudley won't see you if he comes home early?" she asked before she closed the door. "Dudley has a thing for whores."

A few minutes later Penny pulled up. She looked around the house, even though she saw me.

"Get in the back seat and duck down," she said. I looked at her crazily.

As she pulled away from the curb I looked at her. She was wearing huge sunglasses. "So is uhm...Dennis okay?" she asked.

"God damn it Penny," I hissed. "The least you could do is to wait until I try to save my marriage before you throw yourself at my husband. I mean you are supposed to be my friend."

"So I have to be penalized for being your friend?" she huffed. "Keep your head down, damn it. I don't want anyone to see you in my car."

She dropped me off at the rear of my mom's building in the senior's complex and then burned rubber trying to get away from me.

My mom greeted me at the back door and quickly hustled me inside of her apartment. "So I guess you couldn't get a mask or something huh?" she asked. "It's not enough that you have to try and trade on our relationship to coerce me into helping you. You have to try to ruin my reputation and drag me down with you?"

"Mom, this is all going to be fine. There are two possibilities here. The first is that I'll give Dennis some time to get over this and we'll talk and I'll convince him to give me another chance again. He loves me. Being away from me will eat away at him until he..." I stopped talking as I noticed she was balled up in a chair laughing so hard she was holding her stomach.

"Okay," I said. "I don't love Hank, but the second scenario is that after the divorces go through I'll just marry Hank. As I said, I don't love him, but he's a multimillionaire, so at least he'll be able to take care of us and..." My mother got up from the chair and came over and placed her head on my forehead.

She shook her head and then slapped me so hard I forgot the time, the date and even where we were. I had a flashback to my teen-aged years. "I'll never smoke again, Mommy, I promise," I said.

"Who told you that loser Hank was a multimillionaire?" she asked.

"Hank did," I said.

"Honey, I think you might have had a stroke," she said. "Either that or your IQ is simply lower than we thought. Hank Walker is an unemployed bum. He only has one suit to his name and two pairs of underwear. He is delusional. He's been going all over town claiming that for the past ten years Dennis has been following him all over the country and getting him fired. You saw his wife. Would a millionaire, or even a hundredaire be married to that?"

My mouth dropped open. "But why...?" I said.

"He's a man," she said. "And a pussy hound at that. It's his job to take advantage of stupid, gullible women. You saw that thing he's married to. Why wouldn't he go after someone else who was stupid enough to fall for his shit?"

"But..." I said.

"Honey, you need to get a lawyer and settle this whole thing, quickly," she said.

"I need to talk to Dennis," I whined.

"Honey, this shit is already all over town. Everyone in town hates you. There were people with cameras. This shit is already on the internet and it looks like the video may go viral. If you don't act quickly, it may get all over the country. There are lawyers coming in who want Dennis to sue you for ruining his reputation. He's already planning on moving out of the state."

"He loved you enough to take you back after the first time you cheated on him. Men are laughing at him and women hate you. Let him go before this gets any worse. Last I heard, Hank's wife was threatening to sue you for destroying her family and alienation of affection and all kinds of other shit. There's even a lawyer here from New York who claimed that the stress of her husband cheating on her caused her to shrink and get ugly. She wants to sue you for that too. Meanwhile, all over town they're treating her like some kind of frog princess and you're the evil whore queen. Go see Dennis' lawyer, sign the fucking papers. Ask him to give you a couple of thousand dollars and your clothes and get the fuck out of here. Cut your losses. Get a job and start all over again before you end up in jail."

* * * * * *

Epilog

Belinda

I ended up moving out of town after signing the divorce papers. I changed my name back to my maiden name. I was really lucky. Dennis, probably due to the fact that he still loved me was generous. I only got a chance to speak to him once. It was at his lawyer's office. His reaction even then gave me hope that when all was said and done, we'd be back together.

When I first stepped into the room, Dennis smiled. It was as if seeing me lit up his whole day. His lawyer elbowed him and his face went neutral. But I knew that there was still love there. Another thing that happened was that I knew I wasn't going to get anything. My own lawyer had told me I'd be lucky to get out of town without being shot at.

Dennis' lawyer offered me five thousand dollars, my car and all of my personal belongings. Dennis pulled him aside. I thought at first that Dennis was angry because he didn't want to give me that much. I quickly picked up the pen and was going to sign the papers before they pulled the offer back.

"Don't sign that, Belinda," Dennis said sharply. He and the lawyer spoke some more. The lawyer grabbed the papers and changed a couple of things. He initialed some things and showed it to a woman in the office who was acting as a notary. Then he brought the papers over to me for my initials. I noticed then that Dennis had doubled the money. He was giving me ten thousand dollars.

I quickly signed the papers and looked up to thank Dennis but he had his head on his hands and it sounded as if he was crying. His lawyer handed me my copies of the papers and a check. Then he escorted Dennis out of the room. All of the people still in the room, including my own lawyer, who'd done nothing, looked at me as if I had just crawled out from under a rock. I couldn't believe that I had ruined my life and a caused a man who'd done nothing but loved me with all of his heart that kind of pain.

I moved to the next state over and rented an apartment. It was a far cry from my wonderful home that I'd thrown away. I called my mom often and found out that I truly had chased Dennis away. As soon as he'd sold our home, and he'd had to sell it for about five thousand dollars less than it was appraised at, he moved away. The stigma of what I'd done went even further than that. According to Della and Penny, even his closest friends had moved away.

I wasn't able to get a job at first and I ended up waitressing. It was hard work and I didn't get many tips. My boss, the woman who owned the diner, told me it was my attitude. She said I was a bitch and the customers could sense it. She said she'd had a few complaints but I didn't have to worry because my job was safe. A few weeks after that, I noticed that she seemed to watch me and even rubbed up against me every chance she got. If she'd been a man I'd have been worried.

Things started to hit home about 5 months later when I went to our college reunion. I was pissed at first because I'd been the chair of the committee that planned the event. We'd planned it at my house but they took me off of the committee and even made me pay to attend it.

I got even angrier and ended up leaving the event early. I ran into that little red headed bitch that had tried to steal Dennis from me when we were in college. The bitch was pregnant and just glowed. I don't know how, but except for being pregnant she was even slimmer and prettier than she'd been in college.

From what I was hearing she had a great job but was trying to get a different assignment. Her old one required a lot of travel and she didn't want to do that anymore.

She sat down at a table and half of the women in the room went over to see her or speak to her. They should have been coming over to me. I'm the one that used to be the head cheerleader. When we were in college no one even knew that girl's name.

Then I noticed that seated at the table with her were Dennis' two stupid friends. The chunky one was with his wife. The chunky guy's wife spoke to the little redhead a lot. It was obvious that they knew each other. I wished at that moment that I'd spent more time with Dennis' friends. I couldn't even remember the chunky guy's name let alone his wife's. It made me feel really stupid. We'd all gone to college together and those two morons had been at my house almost every day. They were my husband's best friends and I couldn't remember their names.




Entrapment Ch. 01



 Ch. 1: Youthful Indiscretion

The budding leaves rustled as the warm breeze blew through the sycamore, the winding branches creaking as if the ancient trees were stretching after waking from a long slumber. The brilliant sun smiled down from a cloudless sky, illuminating the emerald-green pitch as the girls took to the field for their first field hockey practice. Busy as little bees, the girls of Hudson University diligently ran drills as a warm-up to the meat of the practice. With a piercing tweet of her whistle, Ms. Pressley brought her team to attention. 

"All right, girls – fall in! We're going to start running some plays – Jeri, get yourself in goal, Jolene, you take forward, and Bethany, I want you midfield today."

Snapping to attention, Bethany Taylor trotted down the pitch to take her spot, her blonde hair flowing behind her as it shone in the afternoon sun like spun gold. Taking her place, she pivoted her hips as she brushed her long locks out of her green eyes, the hem of her uniform's short skirt fluttering in the breeze. Despite the pristine day, Beth was not looking forward to the remainder of the practice, as she was paired up on her position with Danica Moore.

Danica was a tall girl with cocoa colored skin, long black hair and green eyes that betrayed her mischievous nature. She was about the same height as Bethany, but while Beth's taut, athletic body bespoke of her discipline, Danica's figure – while no less attractive – was softer, rounder; she had been sure to enjoy herself from time to time.

Standing there, amidst the hustle and bustle of practice, Beth could feel Danica's eyes creep up and down her body. Unsettled, Beth nonetheless refused to give Danica the satisfaction and refocused her efforts on the play at hand. However as practice rolled on, Beth found Danica determined to make a nuisance of herself; colliding with her, tripping her up, even the odd "accidental" grope amid the confusion. Things would eventually come to a head when, in a mad scramble for the ball, Beth's frustration boiled over.

Refusing her opponent any further quarter, Beth checked Danica into the fence at the edge of the field. Not one to back down, Danica pushed back with equal ferocity and before anyone knew it, the two girls were locked in a scuffle with their sticks crossed between them, each struggling angrily. Beth could only faintly hear the screeching of the whistle over her profanity, her teeth bared as she grimaced at Danica who grinned back in satisfaction.

"That's enough!" Ms. Pressley shouted at the incorrigible girls. Danica, sensing the fight to be at its fever pitch, darted her head forward to land a playful nibble on Beth's ear. Outraged, Bethany pushed herself out of arm's reach, throwing her stick to the ground as the girls finally separated.

"I said that's ENOUGH!" Ms. Pressley boomed.

"But she-!" started Beth, her hand wiping the spittle from her ear.

"I don't want to hear it! Both of you hit the showers- the two of you are done for the day!

Alone with each other in the locker room, Beth angrily stuffed her uniform back in her gym bag while Danica leisurely undressed.

"I can't fucking believe you! What the hell is your problem?!" the incensed blonde growled.

Chuckling, Danica placed her hands on her shapely hips as she turned to her schoolmate. Beth, like herself was now in her sports bra and panties, and the sight of her body piqued the corners of Danica's mouth. "Come on, Beth- Don't be so uptight. You'd be a lot more fun if you just loosen up."

Fuming, Bethany threw her bag to the floor and stood tall to look Danica dead in the eyes. "How many times do I have to tell you? I am not interested! Get that into your head!"

Danica's hips pivoted as she clasped her hands behind her back, her bright eyes denoting her amusement. "Honey, if you'd just drop the 'Susie homemaker' routine for five minutes, I can show you what you're missing."

"I'm not like that, Danica- I'm not into girls!" Beth said, exasperated. "And even if I was, I wouldn't sully myself with a fucking smut peddler's daughter!"

Danica's joviality froze in an instant, and her lips pursed into a straight line as she bristled with cold rage. Both girls came from wealthy families, but while Beth's father rode his successful law practice into the state senate, Danica's father built his fortune as a porn magnate. 

"How fucking dare you" the black girl spat. "You think you're so high and mighty- what right do you have to judge me? The same people who call my father filth are secretly his best customers - you're all fucking hypocrites! Deep down, we're all thinking the same dirty thoughts. The difference is I'm not ashamed of what I want!"

Pulling on her clothes as the listened, Bethany hurriedly dressed herself in a pleated miniskirt, distressed John Lennon T-shirt, and jacket.

"Well get this, Danica; I don't want you! I want nothing to do with you, and I'm going to spend the rest of my life forgetting you!"

And with that, Bethany shoved open the locker room door and stormed out with her gym bag slung over her shoulder. Fuming, she walked halfway across campus en route to nowhere in particular before finally plopping herself down on a bench. Try as she may, Beth could not believe the gall of Danica Moore. 

Ms. Moore's reputation on campus was dubious at best, having firmly established her party girl status by this, her junior year. Always set for a good time, she was a steady source for weed, ecstasy and if rumour was to be believed, cocaine for those with ready money. The more Beth thought of that jet-setting wild child the more her stomach turned. It sickened her that no matter how deep into the dirt Danica burrowed she always came out smelling like roses. 

It was just then, when Beth had surrendered fully to her funk that her mobile phone chirped. Slipping the device out of her bag and tapping the touchscreen, her eyes drifted over the display and felt her scowl melt away despite herself.