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When he started to move, I saw flashing lights in front of my eyes. I wondered if people could die from pleasure because I couldn’t remember ever feeling this much. The pressure his cock activated was so good it fulfilled every desire.

He thrust in and out, slowly at first, allowing me to get accustomed to his size. Then he started to speed up and I couldn’t believe the state I was in. I was in a frenzy, desperate to come. I begged and pleaded and he continued to pummel his cock home.

I couldn’t hold off any longer and finally gave in to my building orgasm. I ran past the finish line and collected two hundred fucking dollars. I screamed, the pleasure too much, the thrill I felt too much for my system. I went over the edge and fell into the deep, dark depths. I never wanted it to end, never wanted to come back. It was pure bliss.

He bucked me hard, then let out a groan and I knew he had come as well.

What a fucking predicament. This surely complicated things.

***

I said an awkward goodbye to Craig and escaped as quickly as I could. He tried to say something to me, but I pretended I didn’t hear him as I dashed for the door.

Once I was back inside the safety of my car, I let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding and started on my journey home. I was having a hard time deciphering my emotional state. This was a fucked up situation, but I had been in plenty of fucked up situations before. This was just the first time I had been forced to fuck someone due to blackmail.

I smiled. I kind of liked it. I would never admit that to anyone else, but I could admit that to myself. In fact, I liked it a lot, and the orgasm I had experienced had been completely heightened by the introduction to this new situation. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it continuing or not continuing for that matter. I was just happy with the sated feeling I was currently in.

I was surprised to find myself pulling up in front of Keegen’s place. I must have driven there on autopilot. We all do that from time to time, turn on our thinking caps and let our minds wander while we’re driving for a few minutes. But I had never done it for this long and then ended up at a different location entirely from where I was planning.

I sat in my seat, stunned into silence, unsure how to proceed. Should I just drive home or should I go up to Keegen’s door? I still hadn’t heard from him since Saturday night. I knew he was pissed at me. But was it wrong to show up at one guy’s house after you just finished fucking another? I knew it should be wrong, but my moral compass had always been, shall we say, a tad skewed.

I decided to go up to Keegen’s door anyway. I just needed to talk to him; I wouldn’t fuck him. Even though Craig had used a condom, I still had his kisses and silky touches on my skin. It was fucked up, but I just felt the need to see him. Make sure we were okay. I wouldn’t have time to see him again until Thursday and that was too far away to wait.

I opened the door confidently, now that I had made the decision to see him. When I reached his door, I didn’t even falter; I knocked on the door three times without realizing I had used our code.

I waited for a minute, which felt like an eternity, and then knocked three times again. No answer. That was strange. His car was in the driveway and his porch light was on. I tried to peek in the windows, but the blinds were too dense to see through.

I let out a heavy sigh and went back to my car, feelings of uneasiness started creeping in.

Where was he?

The next morning at school, I was stopped by Principal
Fucker
who was kind enough to remind me that my evaluation goals were due by the end of the day. She also made a point to look at her watch in front of me.
Fuck her!
I had completely forgotten about my goals. That was so kind of her to ruin my goddamn day. I was already in a pissy mood due to the fact that my lover had refused to answer the door last night. Now, not only did I have to face Craig, but to top it all off, I had to come up with three fucking goals that I hoped to achieve by the end of the year.

I wanted—strike that—I
needed
a release. I needed it so badly I was
craving
it. I didn’t know what
it
was, that I required, but I felt like my skin was literally crawling. Something felt off. I shrugged my shoulders and unlocked my classroom door.

The fucking custodian was late once again, so I was tasked with unlocking my own door. Why didn’t Principal
Fucker
write him up? Probably because she was too busy fucking his brains out. All the employees were talking about it. I had always dismissed the comments as rumors, but now, part of me wondered. He was habitually late, like every single day, even more than I was. Yet he always came out smelling like a rose. The Principal always gushed out compliments about his services. It was all starting to make sense.

I got ready for my first class, which would begin in fifteen minutes. It was necessary that I pull myself together and get through the day. I didn’t have much sick time on the books, so calling in wasn’t an option.

I straightened up papers and opened my lesson-plan binder. Inside, on that day’s page, was a card. It was one sheet, mimicking a postcard. Scrawled on one side of it were the words:

Remember my touches that made you quiver?

Remember my kisses that made you writhe?

Remember my thrusts that made you scream out my name?

We will meet again!

I looked around and there was no one there, even though I had sworn I felt something whisper against my skin. What the hell was this? Was it Craig? Keegen? Tom wouldn’t leave something like this. He had never been romantic. That wasn’t true… Once upon a time, when we had first met, he had wooed me. But right after the wedding had ended, his company had grown and his time with me had diminished slowly until he was barely spending time with me at all. That was when I had found Keegen to fulfill the needs I had.

I was always really good at that, finding people to satisfy my needs. I was always able to find someone to help me accomplish what I needed, once I set my mind to it. Take writing this book for example, which was about halfway finished. I had found Missy and a few other people to help me. Most of the time, the people who helped me accomplish my goals were unsuspecting. Most of the time.

Part of me wondered if either Keegen or Thomas were starting to figure things out. I had been riding this train for a long time now. Maybe it was time to switch things up a bit, maybe throw Craig into the mix as a permanent fixture? I was starting to think that might be a good idea. He was an amazing lover, for such a young man, and I needed a distraction from my feelings that had cropped up for Keegen. It was not a good thing to develop feelings for him; I needed to halt those immediately. I just couldn’t stop imagining the type of life I would have with him. To always be sexually satisfied? Now that was an unbelievable thought. But he couldn’t support me financially. That was a problem. I loved my things. Now Craig, he could provide both, but he was eighteen for God’s sake. What a quandary!

Ri-i-i-i-ing.

The ear-splitting noise of the morning bell announced the start of school. I took a deep breath and held on for the ride this day was sure to bring.

I was happy when the day went by quickly. I was secretly waiting for fourth period. I would never admit this, but I wanted to see Craig. How would he react around me? Would he be blatant and cocky? Or ignore me completely? The mystery that loomed made my thighs wet. I couldn’t wait to see how he reacted to my presence.

I was sorely disappointed. He didn’t show up to my class. I looked him up on the computer program that recorded attendance and found out he was out due to an illness. He hadn’t just ditched my class, which made me feel better. Now what? Do I go and check on him? That was stalker-ish. He was the one who started this thing, it was better to keep acting nonchalant and let him take the lead.

I finished my day and quickly dropped off my goals I had written during my prep period at the front office.

Once I reached home, I was surprised to realize it was only four in the afternoon. I rarely got home that early, in fact I couldn’t remember a time when I had. That just proved how badly I wanted to get out of the school.

I checked my phone again, no calls from Keegen. He was definitely playing hard to get. That dickhead! I knew I provided him what he needed in the bedroom just as much as he delivered intense gratification to me. He had better not even try to say this relationship was one-sided.

My phone rang and I jumped, then sighed when I saw Missy’s name flash across the screen. I didn’t want to talk to her. In fact, she was the last person I wanted to talk to, but I did need more dirt for my book.

I answered the phone on the fifth ring, “Hi Missy.”

“Are you okay? Your voice sounds strange.”

“I’m just tired.” I rattled off the excuse easily and tried to make my voice sound like it had more pep. When I really wanted to say,
I don’t want to talk to your stupid ass right now.

“I wanted to know if you felt up to going shopping with me. That guy I met at the bar? He called me!” she squealed. “I can’t even believe it. I definitely need something new to wear. I want to dress to impress, if you know what I mean!”

I rolled my eyes. The absolute last thing I wanted to do was go out with her, but it would force me to improve my mood and I could obtain the particulars I needed to write my next chapter in my book. “That sounds lovely,” I squealed into the phone and then rolled my eyes again. I couldn’t believe I had sunken that low. I tried to concentrate on the many ways it was beneficial to me.

We spontaneously decided to meet at one of the local shops in twenty minutes, and then catch dinner afterward. I texted Tom to let him know about my impromptu meeting with Missy and knew he would be thrilled. He liked Missy and kept urging me to invite her over more. I hadn’t had any girlfriends over to the house, ever.

I walked into the store and instantly spotted Missy inspecting one of the many clothing racks. I walked over to her and jumped in surprise when she hugged me in greeting. I smiled and patted her back uncomfortably. I wasn’t used to people touching me and wasn’t a touchy feely person, unless it came to sex. Then you could touch me anywhere you wanted to.

“What have you found so far?” I asked, once I had recovered from her spontaneous hug.

“Look at this little red number?” She held up a scantily clad red dress that I would have never imagined she would wear. It looked like something that was more my style than hers.

“I love that,” I replied honestly and left out the part of it not suiting her. Let her figure that out on her own. I wasn’t her mother. She was mousy and could never pull that off like I could, but that was her problem if she looked ridiculous.

I started looking and found three to four dresses that I fell in love with. I knew, even before trying them on, that they would be perfect. I knew my body well and knew which styles complimented my curves, which were in all the right places.

Once I was done perusing through the racks, my stomach was growling. I went to look for Missy and couldn’t find her so I ended up in the dressing room, where I found her prancing around in the red dress; the red dress that looked absolutely magnificent on her body and accentuated all the right places. I stood there, stunned. She looked like a completely different person.

“What do you think?” Enthusiasm oozed out of every pore.

“Wow!” I gawked. I was left speechless and confused. Where had that body come from? She had always looked so dumpy, I had no idea this is what she was hiding.

“I know!” she said with gusto. “I decided to try your style and see how it worked on me.”

I threw up in my mouth a little bit and almost gagged. I forced a smile on my face and nodded, still unable to comment regarding the display in front of me.

“I’m just going to try these on,” I said and escaped into the sanctity of one of the empty dressing stalls.

I looked in the mirror and admired myself. I’m still prettier than her, and she’ll never develop the sexy confidence I’ve worked hard at maintaining for years. I started to undress as I gave myself a pep talk. I tried on the first dress and it astounded me. Absolutely gorgeous! I had to have it. I loved each dress I tried on more than the last and had concluded that I must buy all four. I danced a jig in my room and then exited, once I was dressed again. I clutched all four dresses and didn’t see Missy again.
That girl!

I found her at the register. As I walked up, I watched the woman at the counter hand her back a shiny credit card. She slipped it back in her wallet and I saw a few Benjamin’s inside. Where had she gotten that kind of money? She was supposed to be broke and on welfare.

“Wow, rolling in the green, aren’t you?” I teasingly asked, motioning with my eyes to her wallet.

She shrugged her shoulders and grabbed her bag. “Alimony check just came in. It has to last me all month. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to splurge for one day.”

I gave the clerk my items and she rang them up one by one. My items totaled close to one thousand dollars. Oh well! Thomas would have to get over it. What would he do, get angry again? I could deal with that. Each one of the four dresses I was purchasing was more than worth it.

I gleefully handed over my credit card, despite the consequences I would face in three weeks when Thomas received the bill.

“I’m sorry, ma’am. This credit card has been declined. Do you have another form of payment?” the store clerk asked softly.

“That’s impossible. Your computer must be broken! Run it again!” I demanded. Ugh! I couldn’t believe the clerk called me ma’am instead of Miss. Rude!

“I’m sorry, it’s still coming back as declined,” she responded with a grimace. She was probably mourning the commission that had just slipped through her fingers.

“Can you hold them for me then?” I asked her hastily.

“Of course!” she agreed and looked happier because she may get her commission yet. She wrote out a slip and set them to the side.

I left in a huff, with Missy following closely behind me. I looked back and could have sworn she was smiling, but when I looked again, she gave me a sympathetic expression.

We had decided beforehand to dine at the restaurant next door. I was struggling with how I was going to pay for the meal; I had no cash on me, and the American Express was the only credit card Tom had given me to use.

“Don’t worry, Sage.” Missy put her hand on my arm. “Dinner’s on me tonight.”

I gaped at her. “I’m so sorry. I have no idea what happened. I’m freaking out!”

Someone showed us to a table and I pulled out my phone. I was calling Tom. There was something going on. Maybe our identities had been stolen? If that fucker put me on a budget, I was literally going to kill him slowly. I had to leave him a message.

I put my phone away and also tried to stow away the feelings of angst I was experiencing. I had never been denied anything I wanted.
Ever! What the fuck was going on?

We each ordered a salad and then I sat back, slowly sipping the wine that had been deposited in front of me.

“How’s the job hunting going?” I asked her. I didn’t even give a shit what she was doing, but thought it was a nice gesture to at least act interested. After all, she was buying my meal. It always amazed me how I could slip into different roles, as the time called for it. I was like a chameleon, except instead of changing my looks, I changed my moods to fit the current situation.

“Good! I have some excellent prospects!” She took a sip of her wine. “Things are definitely looking up. I’m moving to a nicer condo next week. I’ve been hired in a temporary position; it’s something that was just dropped in my lap unexpectedly.”