D.I.L.L.I.G.A.F. #4 – Juanita
The names are fictional to protect the guilty. All sex scenes are between consenting adults. No animals were harmed in the writing of this story. I along with Microsoft spell/ grammar-check are responsible for the mistakes herein. I write for my pleasure and hope that you enjoy the read. This is the 4 th chapter in this story. If you haven’t read the previous chapter(s), then there may be some subject material herein that may not make sense to you. There is a lot of sex in this story, so if you are not interested in explicit sexual writing, then this story won’t be your cup of tea. Please leave feedback and rate my story. If you like it Thanks, if you don’t D.I.L.L.I.G.A.F.
I got up before the crack of dawn. Folded and put away my clothes from last night’s laundry. I grab a quick shower and out the door. I leave sleeping beauty still on the couch. I get to the office and take my gym bag in with me. I put part of Vicky’s Christmas present in my locker. I think I am going to have eight or nine gifts for Vicky, under the tree. Each file from a love interest will be numbered and its own present. The divorce papers will be the highest numbered present. The soiled panties will be in a box themselves. I think she should open them first. I will put marbles in each box to drive her crazy because I know she loves to shake and rattle presents trying to guess what they are.
The three musketeers had our usual power breakfast. Both the girls seemed a little quiet this morning. It was Mandy’s day to bring breakfast. “Is everything OK?” I asked.
“Yes, just feeling a little overwhelmed.” said Mandy.
“I agree.” said Beth.
“Do we still agree on the game plan discussed last evening, even after thinking about it?” They both nodded in agreement.
“Look, I’m going to be in and out of the office for the next couple of weeks. Mostly out. I will be checking messages usually in the afternoon. I still plan on being here for our power breakfasts. If my schedule isn’t working for us or if you see it hurting the company, then yank my chain. I would like to review the books with both of you in the next few days. I know we try to do it the first of every month. With the holidays we just have to be flexible. Are our current jobs on schedule?”
“No – Beth explained,” Three of our projects are almost a week ahead of schedule. We will save almost $15,000 just from payroll among all three of those projects. We will finish them the week before Christmas. We will also reap a benefit of $30,000 from the various contract’s incentive clauses for completing the projects ahead of schedule. The fourth current project is just underway and is currently 2 days behind schedule. The weather this time of year is giving us problems. The foreman expects to be back on schedule as soon as we get a few dry days.”
“Do we have any budget issues on any of the remaining current projects?”
Beth replied, “The project that is just getting started is showing to be about $8,000 over based on manpower costs including show up pay. Those cost expect to be recovered when word gets out about incentive bonuses and production increases.”
Mandy added, “The permits are all current, but with the delays, and the holidays we could run in to inspector issues.” I frowned not wanting to hear that. I have a pretty good relationship with the chief inspector, but I also know that I am not the only dog in the hunt needing an inspection.
“Do you guys need anything from me?”
No. We stood up and gave each other hugs. I reinforce that I care about them, and I value their work. They exit the office and leave me alone to my thoughts.
Today I was going to visit miss Juanita Hardessy. I grab her file and head out the door.
Juanita is married to Mike Hardessy. They are a mixed-race couple. She is a latin beauty. She is about 5’3″ and carries 135 pounds, she possesses an hour glass figure, brown eyes, and black curly hair. Juanita is a short busty woman with hips that are made for bearing children. The information that I gather from social media indicates that she is involved with her kid’s sports activities. They have three kids ages 8,9,10. I arrive and park just down the block from the Hardessy residence about an hour before Mike is required to be at work and wait until he leaves. I wait and about 20 minutes later there is a commotion. The garage door swings up and three kids are scrambling around a minivan in the garage. Juanita is yelling at the kids to get in the car and hurry, or they will be late for school. They pile in, the doors slam shut, and the van takes off in a hurry leaving the garage door wide open. I give it a few more minutes. I walk down the block and enter the garage. I leave a note on the entry door between the garage and the house. The note has my phone number on it and requests that she please call me at her earliest convenience. I drive a couple of blocks, purchase a soft drink, and return. I resume my stake out just down the block and wait for her return. About 45 minutes after the initial departure, the minivan pulls back into the garage and the door closes. About 30 minutes later my phone rings.
“Hello, Ronald Johnson speaking.”
“Mr. Johnson. This is Juanita Hardessy. I saw your note on my door and it made me curious.”
“Well, Mrs. Hardessy, I have some information that I think you need to hear. If I could just have a few minutes of your time, I would like to meet you in person to discuss this. I am in your neighborhood and can be there in just a few minutes if that works for you. I will explain everything when I get there if that is OK.”
“Yes, that will be fine. The earlier the better.”
“Excellent, I will see you in about 20 minutes”
I walk up to the door 20 minutes after the call. I ring the doorbell and I get a “Who is it?” from inside.
I reply “Mrs. Hardessy. Are you Juanita Hardessy?”
“Yes” she says.
“My name is Ronald Johnson. We spoke on the phone a few minutes ago.” She opens the door wearing an orange multi-colored peasant top pulled down slightly exposing her shoulders. She also wore a black broom skirt and white sandals.
Juanita invites me to come in. We sit on the sofa in the living room. There is a coffee table there. She offers a cup of coffee and I accept. She gets up and goes into the kitchen. She returns a few minutes later with a tray full of coffee and fixings. She smiles nervously. She has a beautiful smile and as she leans down to set the tray on the coffee table, I can’t help but look at her full bust and lay eyes on the grand canyon of her cleavage. She catches me looking and smiles nervously.
She asks, “Mr. Johnson, Tell me what information you believe interests me?”
“Please call me Ron”
“OK, Ron.”
“May I call you Juanita”
“Yes Ron”
“Juanita I recently found out that my wife has been having an affair with several men from her office. She appears to be the company bicycle and I found out your husband has recently been involved. At its peak their affair lasted about 6 weeks, but they still remain in contact from time to time. I don’t have a private investigator, so I don’t have video or recordings, however, I do have text messages, emails, traffic routes, and hotel receipts that paint a convincing picture.”
She lowers her head for a few second looking in her lap. She then raises her head and locks eyes with me. I can see the muscles in her jaw flex as she grinds her teeth. “Can I see your evidence – Ron.” she asks through clenched teeth. I hand her the file, She begins to inspect the documents one by one. It isn’t long before tears are streaming down her face. I hand her my handkerchief. She wipes her face, puts the handkerchief on the table and continues to review the documents. She stops from time to time to wipe her face. She closes the file and stares straight ahead off into space. She lets out and animalistic wail that sends a chill down my spine. She jumps up and heads for the kitchen screaming, “I will cut that bastard’s dick off and stick it up his ass! I can’t believe that sorry son of a bitch is cheating on me! I am going to take him for everything I can get and then some! Wait until he gets home. I will gut him like the pig that he is!” She runs into the kitchen and returns with an impressive butcher knife that looks like it has been passed down through several generations.
I jump up and put my hands out. “Juanita, calm down! Breathe, take a few deep breaths, and get it together. Killing Mike will not help your situation. It might make you feel better, for just a few moments, but think of your kids. They will lose their father and their mother will be incarcerated for a very long time.” She stands in the middle of the living room shaking. Her eyes are wild with rage. She listens and my words sink in. Her shoulders drop. She releases the knife, looks at the floor, and breaks down. She is sobbing uncontrollably and speaks in her native tongue, Spanish. She babbles on and on. I only catch a word now and then as I am not fluent. She is visibly shaken. I slowly approach her and embrace her. I rock her back and forth and rub her back giving her comfort after being the bearer of bad news. It takes her a good five minutes before she gets herself together.
I break the embrace long enough to pick up the handkerchief for her. She wipes her eyes, blows her nose, embraces me again and says, “I don’t know what I am going to do. My family still lives in Mexico. I do not want to return there. I know I want a divorce. I can’t stand a cheater. My father cheated and I saw firsthand what it did to my mother. It ripped the soul right out of her, and she became a shell of her former self. I don’t want to end up like that. I have three kids. It will take a very special man to walk into that situation. God what am I going to do?” We stand embracing each other with our arms encircled around each other’s waist. We remain silent for a few of minutes.
She finally leans her head back, looks up at me, smiles, and says, “Looks like I am going to need a new daddy.” I hope the look of shock on my face did not register with her. She continues, “Will you be my daddy even if it is just for today?” I nod my head. She takes me to a door that has a set of stairs leading down to a basement. We descend and it looks like the basement has been divided. We enter a party room with a stocked bar on one side and a door on the other side. The room has various seating around that faces a big screen TV on the far wall. She retrieves a key from under the bar and goes to the door that is locked. We go into the room and WOW. This is an impressive BDSM playroom. There is a padded multi-level bench in the center of the room. There is a frame made of one inch pipe that resembles a set of gymnastic uneven parallel bars on one side and a Saint Andrews cross with attachment points on the other side. The back wall has a large collection of various equipment and toys. There are collars, spreader bars, cuffs, restraints, ropes, nipple clamps, paddles, floggers, canes, straps, dildos of all shapes, sizes and colors, butt-plugs, and masks.
‘Good God, what have I got myself into here?’ I thought. She locks the door and removes her clothes. She folds them and places them on a shelf near the door. She has a gorgeous curvy body. There is very little sag in her breasts, especially for the size of her tits. She has a smallish waist that flares nicely into Rubenesque hips and a very delicious looking ass. She has large dark brown nipples, and her pussy is clean shaved. She walks next to the bench and kneels into the submission position and remains quiet. I remove my clothes and put them on the shelf next to hers. I walk over to her. She doesn’t move. I quickly realize that I am in charge here. I reach down and lift her chin her eyes remain closed. I quietly say, “Look at me.” She opens her eyes. I continue, “I am your master. You will obey my every command. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir”
“Yes, sir what?”
“You are my master, and I will do everything in my power to please you, sir”
“Have you been a good girl?”
“No master, I have impure thoughts and desire to see harm come to my soon to be ex-husband.” I smile and nod my head.
“What do you think a suitable punishment is for such an egregious offense?”
“I think I should be spanked until such thoughts are beaten out of me.”
“Well, it certainly looks like we can accomplish that here. Assume your position on the bench.” I state. She gets up in silence and kneels on the kneeling part of the bench. She bends over the larger portion with her hands hanging on each side. The bench has several wide leather straps built in. I strap the trunk of her body down to the upper portion of the bench. I spread her legs and strap them in place on the kneeling bench. I retrieve some rope from the wall of implements and tie her wrists to tie down points in the floor. She is facing sideways looking at the pipe rack. I walk to the wall of implements and select a wooden paddle about two and half feet long. “I am going to start relatively mild, and I want you to say thank you and then tell me if you want it harder. What is your safe word?” I ask.
She says, “I understand. My safe word is Tequila.” I can see her pussy is getting moist in anticipation. She must really be into this. I want her to feel the pain that she desperately wants, but I don’t want to break her will or her ass with the first strike. I start with about a half swing. Whack – she flinches with the contact. I see a faint shiver and hear “Thank you, harder please”. I continue and strike her ass again Whack- again she flinches and shivers. “Thank you, sir. Harder please.” I then strike her twice in rapid succession a little more firmness on these blows. Whack, Whack, a moan escapes her. She swallows hard and I hear “Thank you sir.” I didn’t hear harder please, so I think I have found her pain sweet spot. This time I give her four successive strikes whack, whack, whack, whack. She cries out “OOOH Gaawwdd!” and her body visibly shakes. She nods in pleasure and says, “Thank you sir.” I move back to admire my work and see that her pussy is gushing. She has a stream of juice running down each leg. Damn she just had an orgasm from getting her ass lit up. Keep in mind that Juanita’s skin is not white. She has a beautiful brownish tone to her skin. Her skin tone is about the shade of peanut butter. Her ass is now cherry red. I reach up and softly caress each red cheek with my hand. She shudders again and whispers “Thank you, sir.” I kiss her beautiful red bottom. I then stand back and give her two even harder swats whack, whack. She bursts into tears and sobs “Thank you, sir.” I put down the paddle and leave the room to the bar. I grab a couple of ice cubes and return. I rub her now blazing ass with the ice cubes to soothe the skin. She eventually stops sobbing.
I kneel behind her and kiss and lick her ass gently. I spread her ass cheeks and kiss and tongue her but hole and move down and kiss and tongue her sopping cunt. She squirms but the restraints keep her in position. I hear, “Thank you, daddy. You are such a good daddy.” I smile knowing that she is doing alright and enjoying this. I repeat the process of lighting her ass up and then soothing her with ice and love a few more times. Each cycle I pause to admire her bright red ass. I can clearly see that her juices are liberally flowing running down her thighs and onto the kneeling portion of the bench. The straps holding her thighs are soaked. When I release her from the bench, she hops up and wraps her arms around me grinding her pussy on my leg like a bitch in heat. She pulls me down into a hug and whispers in my ear “Oh master, make me yours, take me, mark me, please.” I have never seen any person so overcome with lust and desire.
“Later my pet. I have more work to do.” I tell her. Juanita releases my neck and assumes the submissive position once again. I put the paddle back where I got it. I select a 4-foot spreader bar and some cuffs. I tell Juanita to come here. She gets up and stands before me. I attach the spreader bar to her ankles and force her to walk awkwardly to the Saint Andrews cross. I tie her wrist to the upper tie off points and pull her tight enough such that her feet are barely touching the ground. I then secure the spreader bar to restrict movement. I go the wall of implements and select a set of nipple clamps. I attach the clamps to her nipples and tighten the clamps. She moans and squirms. She moans “Oooohhh gaaawwwd, thank yoooou sir.” I lightly rub her body, mauling her breasts and giving the chain between her nipples a slight tug. Again, she squirms with the stimulation. I choose a leather flogger and start whirling it in a steady circular motion.
I slowly move towards Juanita’s body until the flogger barely makes contact with her skin. I move up and down, back and forth, over and over until her breasts become pink and on the verge of turning red. She squirms trying to avoid contact with the flogger but, the restraints do their job and keep her exposed. I gradually move down to her stomach and her mons. She squirms and tries to twist and turn to avoid the inevitable. I am going to flog her pussy. I move over and adjust my aim to her thighs. First the left and then the right. Her inner thighs are gleaming. The light in the room is reflecting off the river of pussy juice flowing down each leg. Her pussy is aching for attention. I slowly move closer and closer to her vagina. She flinches every time a strand of the flogger strikes her pussy. She is twitching like a bad actor in a death scene. She is either having a continuous orgasm or multiple orgasms with little or no breaks between them. When her twat is the color of a ripe peach I stop. It takes her a couple of minutes for her to stop writhing. As I return the flogger to its place she moans, “Ohhhhh Ggaaaawwwdd, Toooo gooood, Thank you master.”
I return to her and look her in the eyes. They are wild with anticipation, and she whispers, “Kiss me please. Kiss me daddy.” I close the distance between us. My rock-hard dick fills the space between her thighs. I feel the heat on my cock. It feels like I just stuck my dick in an very wet oven. I embrace her restrained body and pull her tight to me. The nipple clamps push into my chest. She moans with the contact and continues to moan as I press my lips into hers. I part my lips and she is eager to accept my tongue. Her tongue quickly joins in a passionate lust filled exchange. My hands rub her back and slowly go down to her still burning ass cheeks. She flinches and whimpers in my mouth as a give each cheek a squeeze.
I feel her body melt in my arms. I break the kiss and I hear her whisper,” Thank, you daddy. You are such a good kisser.” I smile and pat her lovely face. I kneel to loosen the restraints giving her the ability to move her legs, I leave the spreader bar attached to her ankles. I then raise the spreader bar raising her legs allowing me access to her dripping snatch. I lick along her inner thighs to the head waters of her love stream. She tries to pull me closer to her twat by bending her knees and with the spreader bar across my back she tries to force my face into her sopping wet pussy. I reach up and get a handful of still steaming ass cheek. She immediately calms down. I kiss and lick her engorged pussy lips and she whimpers each time I break contact. Her body is almost convulsing, seeking, begging for an orgasmic release. I fear that she my pull her arms out of socket.
I stop and lower her body. She falls into a crumpled mess on the floor. I release her from the spreader bar, remove the nipple clamps, and carry her back to the bench. She is dead weight. I lay her on her back. I put one leg over each shoulder and kneel to continue my oral assault on her still sopping wet pussy. She is leaking like a faucet. I lap her pussy like a thirsty dog. She regains consciousness enough to grab my head with each hand and humps my face. She starts to moan and chant, “Yes, daddy, you’re sooo good daddy. Please Daddy. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” The moans and chants are music to my ears.
I persist with the oral assault with renewed vigor. I can feel her orgasm building. Her body is quivering, and her stomach and thigh muscles are flexing. She is in a continuous orgasm. She has an underlying cataclysmic event smoldering and growing just waiting for the right stimuli to trigger the eruption. The thrashing of her body increases. Her head flails side to side sending her hair in every direction. Her hips rotate back and forth and up and down. Her hands grip my head pressing my face deeper into her sloppy cunt. Finally, her body shakes with animated movements, her stomach muscles clench. She sprays like a Philadelphia fire hydrant in the summertime. I am soaked. The bench is soaked. She is soaked. The floor around us is soaked. Seeing her erupt, reminds me of a depth charge exploding in an old war movie. She slips into a sex coma and her soul is floating in a nirvana trance. I smile with pride knowing my skillset took this beautiful woman to the place in which she now resides. Damn I love eating pussy. Especially when it is attached to a woman that appreciates it. I get up and go to the bar and fix myself a drink. I dry as best I can with a bar towel.
I sip my drink in the party room waiting on my pet to come back to earth. After about five minutes I hear “Daddy, Daddy.”
I get up and say, “I am here.” I bring her a bottled water and a wet bar towel. She is a work of art. Laying on the bench spread eagle covered in her own love juice. Her eyes half closed with a goofy smile of contentment across her lovely face. Her curly hair is going in every direction. Her chest and beautiful bosoms heave in time with her breathing. She sits up as I hand her the water.
She says, ‘Thank you Daddy.” She opens it and downs half the bottle in one swig. “I needed that.” I take her hand and pull her up into me. I embrace her and hug her tightly. We kiss and I reach for her still smoldering ass. She yelps, jumps up, and at the same time wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. I hold her with my now rock-hard dick rubbing against her still soaked slit. I carry her to the party room and sit on the couch. She loosens her legs so that her feet are now flat on the couch beside my hips. She keeps her arms around my neck. I feel her rotate her hips and move her sopping wet pussy up and down rubbing against my shaft. She giggles into my neck.
My dick has a mind of its own and begins to pulse against her pussy lips. She whispers, “Daddy wants to fuck my pussy. Daddy wants to plant his hard cock in my hot wet cunt. Daddy want to shoot his seed deep in my smoldering pussy.” She relaxes her arms a bit and looks straight into my eyes. She continues to whisper, “Take me daddy. Take me now.” We move to the floor, and she spreads her legs as wide as she can. I align my throbbing prick with the opening of her love tunnel and slowly push my way down into her quivering hot juicy cunt until my balls are tight against her ass. “Oh, daddy, yyeeeesss!” she hissed. “Pound it daddy! Pound my pussy! Take it! Make it yours! You own it! Use it!” I didn’t wait for any acclimation or getting used to. I start pounding away, deep stroking. I am trying to displace her spine with my dick against the floor. She immediately starts grunting with every thrust. “Uuunnnggghh, uuunnnggghhh”. I was bottoming out bumping her cervix every stroke. Her face scrunched up a little when I hit bottom, but I didn’t let up.
Soon she starts to thrust her hips up into me. Matching my rhythm, the pace, and intensity of our coupling. Our love making is rapidly spiraling to a volcanic conclusion. She wraps her legs around my back, and her body shudders. Her pussy muscles clench around my penis trying to induce the start of my orgasm. Having her legs locked around me quenches the fury, but only for a few moments. As soon as she relaxes her legs, the pussy pounding continues. I am trying to wreck this pussy. The feel of her pussy fluttering is taunting my throbbing dick to release my seed into this extasy filled cunt. I feel the inner boiling start to grow. My orgasm is rapidly approaching. I am not going to last much longer. Juanita can feel it. “Come on daddy. Give it to me. Cum inside me, paint my pussy with your seed!” she literally screams in my ear. Those words trigger my orgasm. I cannot hold it any longer. I roar as my first volley explodes into her welcoming pussy. She grabs my ass and pulls me deeper when she feels the eruption hit. I grind my pelvis into her pubic bone trying to drive my pulsing dick into her as far as possible. After a few more spurts I am now spent. I stay on my elbows to keep from crushing Juanita. She continues to wrap her arms and legs around me. My orgasm triggers her orgasm and we remain in a passion filled, lust filled, lover’s clinch. It takes her a few minutes to come down from her wave of extasy, I enjoy feeling her shiver upon shiver traveling through her body as the orgasmic aftershocks settle down. My shrinking member slides free of its lovely prison. She whimpers at its exit.
She relaxes her arms around my neck. I kiss her hard and deep with as much passion as I can muster. She returns the kiss enthusiastically. We both know that our love making is almost at end. I whisper, “Let’s clean up and finish talking, shall we?” She nods in agreement, and we travel upstairs to the master bedroom. The ensuite master bath has a large glassed-in shower enclosure. It is large enough for a couple of people to move around freely. We stand in the shower kissing, hugging, and making out. They must have a large hot water heater because we are in the shower a long time. We wash each other thoroughly and make sure every inch is squeaky clean. I lather up her hair and gave her a scalp massage. She is literally glowing when we exit the shower. I dry her off and she returns the favor. I don’t think my dick and balls have ever been that clean or dry. We go back downstairs and dress. She hands me a jar of some cream to sooth her bottom. She turns around and bends at the waist showing me her still red bottom. I gently apply the cream and take extreme care when rubbing it into her skin. When I finish applying the cream, I hand her the jar, and kiss her. “So, Juanita, what are your plans?” I ask.
“Well after seeing your evidence, I believe a divorce is in order along with some spousal support and some child support. I don’t know about the house. I will need to find a job. I would also love some more time with my new daddy.” she says. “What about you?” she asked.
I start, “Part of my visit is for revenge. I want to hurt my wife and her various lovers for what they have done to me and my marriage. I have various tools that I use to find out about my soon to be ex’s activities. I have keystroke software on her laptop and phone. I can track her messages and email, I use “find me” tiles to track her car and purse and her lover’s car. She has been stepping out for some time. I intend to gift her soiled panties, my evidence and divorce papers on Christmas. I plan on videotaping her opening her presents. I hope to sue her, each lover, the company, the company owner and the HR department. If you wish, I’ll give you my lawyer’s business card and you can join in the lawsuit.”
She nods her head and says, “Yes, I’d like that.” I gave her the card. We stand, embrace, and give each other a good-bye kiss. I leave the house and walk to my truck. I turn my phone on a realize it is 2:30 PM. Damn, Juanita will have to leave and pick up the kids soon. Wow, time flies when you are having fun.
I check my phone and I have a text message from Mandi and one from Beth. Vicky asked if I was free for dinner tonight – WTF? I message Beth and Mandy and let them know I was coming to the office soon. Should be there in about an hour. I stopped at a taco truck along the way and eat a couple of tacos.
I call Vicky and ask her, “What’s up?”
“Nothing much, just thought you might want to get dinner tonight. We haven’t seen much of each other lately. I just thought it would be nice.”
“What time do you want to eat?” I ask
“Let’s shoot for 7 ish.”
“Ok, meet at home?”
“Yes, see you there, sweetie.” She says as she hangs up. Damn that was odd, dinner? Sweetie? Something is up. Spidey senses on high alert!
I got to the office still puzzled over the Vicky call. Mandy asked, “What’s wrong.”
“Not much, Vicky wants to have dinner tonight. Something is going on. We haven’t gone out to eat together for months. She hasn’t cooked at home in months. I know she is going to drop a bomb.” I thought ‘Does she want a divorce? Some new project at work that will require working a lot more hours? Business trip? True confession? Ha.’ “Anything exciting today?” I ask. “Is Beth around?”
“Nothing exciting, I got a place for dinner Friday. The country club has a banquet room. We got lucky. My dad is a member, and they had a last-minute cancellation. We are fortunate to get it. This time of year, every place that meets our need is booked. Beth should be here or will be shortly.” Mandy says
“Let’s get together for a short meeting when you see her. I want to bounce an idea off of you two. I said.
I went to my office and did my Vicky check. I did note that the last couple of days she leaves work just before noon and travels to a favorite Hoe-tel for about an hour and half (sometime I just kill myself). She makes it back to her office about 2 each day. Time to go check the list of lovers and see who is doing who or is it someone new. There ought to be a song in there somewhere. About that time Beth and Mandy came into my office and closed the door. “Hey girls, everything OK?” I ask.
“Beth, I thought I would join you tomorrow and talk to the different leads at our jobsites about Friday night. I haven’t been around much lately, and I don’t want everyone to forget my face, if that’s alright.”
“Sure, just like old times.” She nods and smiles.
“I wanted to ask both of you about hiring a few workers. Not many, say a half a dozen or so. Most of these people, if not all, are women. Most have little or no job skills. They have great attitudes and will be grateful for a job. Especially if it pays a decent wage. I would like to advise them in the right direction, skill wise, so that they can start training and be an asset here. What skills do we need? Think about it you guys, brainstorm it. You are around here more than I am. What help do you need?
Both girls had a puzzled look on their face. Finally, Mandy speaks, “Are you trying to start a harem?”
“No,” I laughed, “But with the potential changes we have been talking about we may need to hire additional help. I know a few women that may be trying to enter the workforce soon. I thought it would be good if we can kill two birds with one stone and end up with a win-win.” They nod their heads accepting the plausible statement.
They wave good-bye and leave me to my thoughts. Isn’t that special, it looks like ol’ Mark Shoesmith is having another drink from the skank pool. Well, I already plan to visit Carol next week. Time will tell. I decide to leave and work out before meeting Vicky for dinner. I head over to the gym, change clothes, and lock my valuables up. As I am coming out of the locker room I run into (literally) Cindy. Cindy was/ is a friend of Vicky.
“Speak of the devil. Hey, Ronnie, long time no see. How have you been doing? How’s Vicky? I haven’t seen her in a dog’s age. Y’all doin’ good?” asks Cindy. She pulls me over to the side out of the way of traffic and leans in. “I haven’t talked to Vicky in months ever since she started runnin’ around on you. I told her you were too good ‘o man to be treatin’ you like that.”
“Thanks, Cindy,” I reply, “Have you known about her infidelity all along?”
“Yeah, we used to be tight. That place she works at is just full of dogs. Every one of them just trying to out fuck the next one. One of these days, someone is goin’ to git tired of their shit and send them all straight to hell.” She went on. “I couldn’t convince her not to cheat on you. I might as well have been talking to this wall. I’m sorry honey. I feel for you. Call me sometime and we’ll have a drink.”
“Why don’t you come by after Christmas. Maybe we can get together say New Years,” I said.
“That sounds nice, I’ll do that.” She smiles, turns and leaves. Leaving me there shaking my head.
I work out, do a short run, shower and get home right at 7. Vicky is sitting in the living room already dressed and drinking wine. I don’t know how much wine she has already consumed, but the bottle on the coffee table is half empty. She gulps down the remaining wine in her glass, stands up a little unsteady, and says “Right on time. Mr. Dependable.” I can tell she has a good buzz going. She isn’t completely drunk but a couple of more glasses and she will be flying.
“I’ll drive,” I said. “Do you want to go in your car or take my truck?”
“Let’s go in the truck, I don’t want you fucking up the seats in my car.” She says.
“Works for me.” I reply. I walk her to the passenger side and open the door. There is some work stuff on the passenger seat, so I move it to the back and brush the seat making sure her dress will remain clean. I help her up into the truck.
She smiles and says, “Thank you. And a perfect gentleman, too.” The sarcasm is dripping with the last comment. ‘Yep, this is going to be fun’ I thought.
I go around to the driver’s side and get in the truck. I look over and ask, “What sounds good? Do you have anything in mind?”
“Someplace that serves wine.” she requests.
“OK, how about Johnny’s Place?” I ask. The color drains from her face. “Their food isn’t that great, but they do serve wine. Come on.” I say. I know that Johnny’s is the notorious meat market and her favorite place to hook up with her lovers. I just want to make her uncomfortable and it is working. She fidgets constantly the whole time during the drive to Johnny’s. The place is just starting to get packed when we arrive.
We find a table and wait to be served. There are a couple of people she knows in the place. I can tell by the expression on their face and the fact they look away quickly when I look in their direction. Our waitress comes to the table and asks, “What can I get you?” She recognizes Vicky and asks, “Do you want your usual?”
Vicky quickly corrects her, “You must have me confused with someone else. I would like a red wine and something to eat. A chicken salad if you have it.”
The waitress nods and looks at me. I say, “I’ll have a beer and a burger with fries – no salt please.”
“Got it. I’ll be right back with your drinks”
Vicky starts to fidget again. Obviously disturbed by the waitress’ recognition of her. I’m thinking ‘I’d be willing to bet some of the fuck buddies from work will come over and ask her to dance. Before or after the food makes it here? Both, there is more than one asshole here. That’s my bet.’ “I wonder who the waitress could have you confused with?” I ask. “Waitresses are usually pretty good at remembering faces.”
Still fidgeting she says, “There isn’t much telling, people confuse me with other people all the time.” She tries to brush it off and changes the subject. “I did want to talk to you about something tonight. There is a big project getting started at work and the team lead ask me to join the team. I told them I would have to talk to you first as it would require more time at work,” she smiles.
‘Damn, had that one pegged’ I thought. “Oh yeah, Who, is the team lead? Who all is on the team?” I ask.
“Oh, you don’t know any of them,” she said. The waitress shows up with the drinks and Vicky downs about half of her glass before the waitress leaves.
“Try me,” I say. As I sip my beer.
“Well let’s see, Mark, uh Mark Shoesmith is the lead, and uh Joe Randolph, and uh Gary Ashbury, then there’s Mike Hardessy, and uh Robert Gray, and oh Tom Osborne are all on the team.” she explained
I nod my head. ‘Hell, the gangs all here. I wonder if they will have a threesome or a gang bang before Christmas.’ I thought. “When will this project start? I ask.
“Well, the project will not actually start until after the first of the year, but the lead wants to hold a few team meetings soon to help build cohesion. He wants to make sure that everyone understands their roles, responsibilities, and expectations. He also wants to lay out a general plan and his vision for the project.” she said. She finished her glass and raises it to get the waitress’ attention.
“Will the project require you to travel?” I ask.
“I guess it’s possible. But I would not expect it anytime soon.” she says. The waitress brings her another glass. She take a healthy swig.
“Will it help you move up the ladder?” I ask.
“That depends on how well the team works together and how well the end product from the project is received.” she says.
“Well congratulations, far be it from me to stand in the way of your career’s progress. I hope things go well for you and your team. I’ve got a little something I want to bring up tonight as well. I’ve got a business meeting tomorrow night at the country club. I want you to accompany me. I know it is short notice but, it could be significant for my company’s future,” I say.
She frowns and replies, “Sorry babe. I’ve already got plans for tomorrow. It’s my regular night with the girls.” She takes another healthy gulp and starts looking for the waitress again. “I hope everything goes well at your business meeting.”
The wine is really hitting her. Her neck and face are flushed. The food is arriving, and the waitress is bringing another glass of wine. “Here it is, chicken salad for the lady and a burger for the gentleman. Does everything look alright? Do you guys need anything right now?” the waitress asks.
“Looks good. Thank you.” I reply. Vicky is quiet through the meal. She seems satisfied with dropping her bomb about the “project”. She finishes her previous glass leaving one to go with the salad. She just picks at the salad. I think the wine has killed her appetite. She continues to consume the wine. She has stopped gulping and is now taking generous sips. Still, she is drinking more wine than salad eating. The burger isn’t bad. It has a generous slice of tomato, lettuce, pickle, and onion on it. A packet of mustard and mayonnaise on the side to dress the burger the way you want.
I get about half way through my burger when Vicky abruptly stands up and says,” Excuse me.” Walking like a woman on a mission, she makes a hurried beeline to the bathroom. I enjoy eating my burger in peace. I take my time while observing the social interactions of this meat market. There are a couple of tables of women and a couple of tables of men. The men approach the table of women, one at a time, each man trying to talk to either the alpha bitch or a woman that is in ‘their league’. When one of the men get an invitation to stay and chat, the rest of the pack takes that as a signal to move in. They approach the table and get introduced. Their objective is to scrounge whatever sexual scraps they can get. As the evening wears on the men will get more handsy and the women will find it arousing that they are the object of affection and tease the men either at the table or on the dance floor. Hopefully to end in a mutual satisfying experience. I finish my burger and wait a few minutes for Vicky to return. When she doesn’t, I go to the bathroom entrance and ask a woman waiting in line to go in and call out for Vicky. She does and says the Vicky is not feeling well. She says she will come get me when Vicky is feeling better. I thank her and point over to the table where I will be.
About 30 minutes later I get a signal from the lady to come to the bathroom. I pay the bill at the register while making my way to the bathroom. Vicky is barely standing. She is leaning against the wall. I pick her up and carry her because she is wiped out and can’t walk. She fucking reeks of booze and vomit. I carry her out to the truck and load her in. She mumbles and slurs “I’m so sorry” over and over. I leave her window down in case she needs to throw up some more on the way home. She doesn’t and we make it home without further incident. I get her in the house and put her on the couch. I round up a trash can from the kitchen. I walk upstairs to get some aspirin. I set a glass of water and a few aspirin on the coffee table. She is snoring by the time I get back. I remove her shoes. I lay her on her side and cover her up with a throw. I decide to get another load of laundry done. I look around for more evidence. I found a pair in the bathroom hamper. Surprise, full of jism. I collect them and put them in a zip lock. I wait until the washer has finished its cycle and move the clothes to the dryer. I walk upstairs and get ready for bed. I step into the bathroom and brush my teeth before turning in. Looking in the mirror I repeat my mantra – D.I.L.L.I.G.A.F.