this urge. She was too mild and meek to argue or try to stop him. The perfect front for his little obsession. Everyone thought him to be the caring, faithful family man.
He took off his suit jacket and undid his tie, wondering the entire time who Amanda had picked out for the evening. It didn’t really matter to him as long as she was young. He liked his prostitutes to seem young and vulnerable even if they were professionals. Amanda had done an excellent job over the past few years providing younger and younger girls. Sometimes he even had to sit them down and persuade them that he would be gentle and wouldn’t hurt them. He didn’t know whether they were acting or if it was really their first time. He didn’t care, though; it was the process, the game that excited him.
Recently, he had gotten his hand on some pharmaceutical enhancements that made the encounters even more enjoyable. For the nervous girls, he offered them drugs that promised to heighten their experience and make it the best sex they would ever have. He had gotten a few repeat performers with this method. Girls would actually ask Amanda to see him again because they wanted more. It was great for his ego.
Some girls needed stronger medication, something that released all their inhibitions, and he was prepared for that as well.
For himself , he had drugs that kept him aroused for hours on end. Sometimes one girl wasn’t enough for him. On those nights, Amanda was ready for back up. He undid his pants and studied his erection. Tonight might be one of those nights.
***
Delia didn’t quit her job. She was too embarrassed. She couldn’t think of a viable reason why she would void the teaching contract that she was only three weeks into. Instead, she used up all her sick leave and took the next week off. She stayed in bed and ate ice cream while watching the Mary Kay Letourneu story over and over again trying to figure out how her life had gotten so screwed up.
After the depression phase, she went into the rationalizing stage. No one knew about the affair. She could deny it ever happened. As long as it never happened again, she was safe. And it definitely would never happen again. Chase now repulsed her. Besides the fact that he was a liar, from what she’d heard about his reputation, he was a little too much like her soon-to-be ex-husband. She wanted nothing to do with him.
At 10:30 on Friday night, Delia awoke to someone pounding on her door.
“What are you doing here?” she asked Donna Lee while rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
Donna Lee disapprovingly surveyed Delia’s blue cloud pajama pants and top. “ It’s 10:00 on a Friday night and you’re dressed like a three-year-old and in bed sleeping already.” Donna Lee pushed past her sister into the small studio apartment. She walked into the combination living room/bedroom and plopped two outfits on the bed. “Pick one.”
“Why?”
“Because we’re going out.”
Delia rolled her eyes. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ve had a stressful week and all I want to do is sleep.” She pushed the outfits aside and crawled into bed, covering herself with the blankets.
“You’re a beautiful 25-year-old woman. You should be out enjoying yourself, not sleeping your life away,” Donna Lee said after whipping the sheets off the bed.
“I’m not single, I’m not divorced, I’m … I’m … ” She wanted to say something to the effect that she was a pedophile who had been dumped by her husband, but she couldn’t bring herself to say the words.
“You’re going out with me, now get up and get dressed.”
After choosing the least skanky of the two outfits that Donna Lee brought over, Delia dressed and went out for a night on the town with her sister.
Given the fact that both Delia and Donna Lee had extremely low tolerances for alcohol, Donna Lee never wanted to drive to a club. Neither of them made the best
He took off his suit jacket and undid his tie, wondering the entire time who Amanda had picked out for the evening. It didn’t really matter to him as long as she was young. He liked his prostitutes to seem young and vulnerable even if they were professionals. Amanda had done an excellent job over the past few years providing younger and younger girls. Sometimes he even had to sit them down and persuade them that he would be gentle and wouldn’t hurt them. He didn’t know whether they were acting or if it was really their first time. He didn’t care, though; it was the process, the game that excited him.
Recently, he had gotten his hand on some pharmaceutical enhancements that made the encounters even more enjoyable. For the nervous girls, he offered them drugs that promised to heighten their experience and make it the best sex they would ever have. He had gotten a few repeat performers with this method. Girls would actually ask Amanda to see him again because they wanted more. It was great for his ego.
Some girls needed stronger medication, something that released all their inhibitions, and he was prepared for that as well.
For himself , he had drugs that kept him aroused for hours on end. Sometimes one girl wasn’t enough for him. On those nights, Amanda was ready for back up. He undid his pants and studied his erection. Tonight might be one of those nights.
***
Delia didn’t quit her job. She was too embarrassed. She couldn’t think of a viable reason why she would void the teaching contract that she was only three weeks into. Instead, she used up all her sick leave and took the next week off. She stayed in bed and ate ice cream while watching the Mary Kay Letourneu story over and over again trying to figure out how her life had gotten so screwed up.
After the depression phase, she went into the rationalizing stage. No one knew about the affair. She could deny it ever happened. As long as it never happened again, she was safe. And it definitely would never happen again. Chase now repulsed her. Besides the fact that he was a liar, from what she’d heard about his reputation, he was a little too much like her soon-to-be ex-husband. She wanted nothing to do with him.
At 10:30 on Friday night, Delia awoke to someone pounding on her door.
“What are you doing here?” she asked Donna Lee while rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
Donna Lee disapprovingly surveyed Delia’s blue cloud pajama pants and top. “ It’s 10:00 on a Friday night and you’re dressed like a three-year-old and in bed sleeping already.” Donna Lee pushed past her sister into the small studio apartment. She walked into the combination living room/bedroom and plopped two outfits on the bed. “Pick one.”
“Why?”
“Because we’re going out.”
Delia rolled her eyes. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ve had a stressful week and all I want to do is sleep.” She pushed the outfits aside and crawled into bed, covering herself with the blankets.
“You’re a beautiful 25-year-old woman. You should be out enjoying yourself, not sleeping your life away,” Donna Lee said after whipping the sheets off the bed.
“I’m not single, I’m not divorced, I’m … I’m … ” She wanted to say something to the effect that she was a pedophile who had been dumped by her husband, but she couldn’t bring herself to say the words.
“You’re going out with me, now get up and get dressed.”
After choosing the least skanky of the two outfits that Donna Lee brought over, Delia dressed and went out for a night on the town with her sister.
Given the fact that both Delia and Donna Lee had extremely low tolerances for alcohol, Donna Lee never wanted to drive to a club. Neither of them made the best
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