The Suicide Princess (3 page)

Stephanie made a scrunched up face and said, “You're so gross, Karen.”

Stephanie's conversation with Karen was suddenly interrupted by the waiter whom neither Karen nor Stephanie noticed to be standing right behind them. He said, “I really hate to kill this lovely conversation, but can I bring you ladies anything else?”

The two girls laughed so hard, and Karen nearly spit her half-chewed food onto the table. Stephanie, with her face burning red, answered, “No, we're fine, just the check would be great.”

The waiter replied, “That's too bad. I was hoping you two were going to stick around for a while.”

Lunch ended, the girls got bac
k to the office, and once again Stephanie was alone with her thoughts. She knew her husband was going to be away for an overnight flight, and she would have the evening all to herself. She scrolled through the contacts in her phone until she came to the name
Jenna
. Stephanie fought the urge to text Derrick, and she put her phone down before resting her face in her hands. The confusion was more than she wanted, and she tried her best to pretend Derrick didn't exist.

***

Two weeks later, Stephanie hadn’t had any contact with Derrick, but she thought about him every day. One evening, she was making her long drive home, and as she traveled down Massachusetts' Route 24, the traffic was thick and had slowed to a crawl. Stephanie thought about her conversation with Karen, and she let her mind wander about ways to reignite the intensity with Jacob.

She thought of the pornography she had watched with Jacob in the past
while they were dating, and she tried to recall the scenes which turned her husband on the most. Stephanie's first thought was having a threesome with another woman for him. This had long been a secret fantasy which she always hoped to one day fulfill. She immediately thought of the idea of her, Jacob, and perhaps Karen when she realized that she was never going to share her husband with a woman who was such a close friend.

Stephanie
then thought of begging Jacob to ejaculate on her face as she knew he was coming close. She had let men do that in the past, but Jacob had never asked to, and perhaps her begging him would turn him on. Stephanie never enjoyed having that done to her, but she also knew that she could easily pretend to love it and do it in a way that would drive him wild. Stephanie then thought to herself,
I want to be very bad for him
, and she decided to let her husband do something she had never allowed.

Stephanie arrived home, and lured Jacob to the bedroom. Jacob kissed her softly, as he always did, and the two undressed one another. Jacob pulled Stephanie's top over her head, leaving her hair in a mess as the shirt passed by. He reached around, unzipped the back of her skirt, and it loosely fell to the floor. Stephanie slipped her heels off, and the two continued their foreplay on the bed.

As expected by Stephanie, she could sense Jacob's lack of interest, and she knew he was only participating to keep from fighting with her again. Stephanie then rolled to her hands and knees and decided to surprise Jacob with something she had never done. In her doggy-style position, she looked back at Jacob, and she reached to the back of her thong. Stephanie pulled her thong to the side, revealing her wet pussy and tight anus. She said, “Turn me into your bad girl. Do anything you want tonight.”

Stephanie watched as Jacob just looked at her in amazement, and she continued, “You can
take me any way you want tonight. You can make me take it anywhere you want. Make me take it in my ass if you want -- I won’t say no.”

Jacob positioned himself behind Stephanie and gently grasped her hips. She held her breath, nervously waiting to find out whether Jacob would penetrate her as she was expecting. As his hips moved towards her, Stephanie bit into her pillow expecting the worst. The idea that she was willing to be so naughty for her husband made her excited, almost as excited as her texts with Derri
ck. Stephanie yearned to become Jacob's bad girl. Jacob entered Stephanie's vagina, and he began to make love to her from behind. Jacob made love to her at a steady, gentle pace, and there was no intensity. Stephanie told Jacob, “Be as rough as you want,” and “Do anything you want to me,” but her offers seemed to fall on deaf ears as Jacob never took advantage of her sexiest, most alluring offers. Jacob's thrusting only built in intensity as he was nearing his own climax, to which he ejaculated on Stephanie's back.

Upon finishing, Jacob flopped down on his side of the bed and said, “
That was amazing. You are so sexy.”

Stephanie remained in that same position for a short time, and she contemplated the feeling of complete rejection. She was willing to do anything to spice up her sex life with her
husband, she even offered to humiliate herself by allowing him to do something she had once sworn to never try. Instead of feeling sexy and attractive, she was left with nothing but a shallow, empty feeling.

Stephanie wondered why Jacob didn't look at her as being someone erotic, and she realized that she
wanted to be someone's bad girl, and at this point, she was willing to be anyone's bad girl. With her face in the pillow and Jacob's semen on her back, Stephanie's mind raced towards thoughts of Derrick. At that precise moment, an insatiable obsession began, and Stephanie felt as though she could no longer resist the temptation of what Derrick could offer.

As Jacob went into the bathroom to wash up, Stephanie reached for the damp towel on the floor to clean her back. Stephanie looked to be certain Jacob was in the shower, and she sent a one word text message that would alter her life forever
,

“Lunch?”

Within moments, Stephanie received a response with Derrick replying,
“You know where. 12:30.”

An intoxicating rush of adrenaline swept through Stephanie's
body as she anticipated the thought of seeing Derrick again. She barely knew this man, but he was beginning to coarse through her veins, and Stephanie hadn't felt so alive in such a long time.

Jacob climbed into bed and wrapped his arm around Stephanie. He let out a relaxing sigh and said, “That was amazing. I'm glad you loved it.”

“And just what makes you think I loved it so much?” Stephanie asked.

Jacob smiled at her and answered, “I can see it in your face. You just look so happy right now. It's almost like you're glowing.”

Stephanie's heart skipped a beat from the guilt she was feeling, because she knew the happiness was not brought about by Jacob. It was crushing her to know that someone other than her husband was making her feel this way, but even the guilt couldn't smother the excitement she was feeling for the following day's lunch date.

Jacob then reminded Stephanie, “Don't forget to wake me up before you leave for work tomorrow. I have an overnight again tomorrow, and I want to kiss you before you leave.”

“I won't forget,” Stephanie sighed as she pulled the covers to her chin and a smile ran across her face. “I love you, Jacob.”

***

The following morning, Stephanie took extra care when getting ready for work. She picked just the right outfit, styled her hair perfectly, and applied her makeup as if it were her wedding day. She stood before the mirror and saw herself wearing a black, pinstriped pencil skirt, a black low cut sweater, and her favorite patent leather pumps with bare, tanned legs. Her brown hair fell just below her shoulders, with perfectly styled waves. She thought,
Derrick's going to love this.

Stephanie's morning was spent preparing for her upcoming trial peppered with interruptions from Webber. He would routinely pull Stephanie from whatever she was doing any time something of interest came into the office. He enjoyed teaching the new attorneys the craft of their trade, and usually Stephanie was
eager to learn. She was having a hard time focusing on Webber, however, when all she could think about was her first date with her mysterious new friend. As her and Karen's usual lunch time drew near, Karen entered Stephanie's office.

“Well, well, well – don't we look nice today?” Karen said while looking at Stephanie. “What's the occasion?”

“Nothing specific. I just wanted to look cute today,” replied Stephanie.

“Uh-huh, sure.
Are you ready for lunch? I'm getting hungry.”

Stephanie became visibly bashful and started to meaninglessly shuffle papers around her desk. She answered Karen by saying, “I can't today. I have a meeting at the courthouse at 12:30.”

“A meeting?” Karen asked suspiciously. “I don't remember seeing anything on the schedule board.”

“It just came up at the last minute,” Stephanie said without looking at Karen.

Karen closed the office door as she began ordering, “No! No! No!” She continued, “Tell me you are not going to go see that Darryl guy.”

Stephanie said, “His name's Derrick, and no, I'm not going to see him.”

“Darryl, Derrick, whatever his name is, you're not going to see him. Steph, you promised me you weren't going to do this.”

Stephanie tried to reassure Karen by saying, “
It's only lunch. It's very innocent, I promise.”

“Very innocent?
This is the first time I've seen you wear makeup in over a month,” Karen replied.

Stephanie pleaded with Karen, “Please, Karen, I need this, and I'm asking you to be my friend. I promise you, I'm in control, and I won't let it go too far.” She paused for a moment before continuing, “But I need this right now. And more than anything else, I need you to be my friend.”

Karen remained silent for a moment, and she replied, “Alright, but I'm warning you, this isn't going to end well. I'll be here for you, but I'm not getting in the middle of anything. Deal?”

Stephanie's face burst into a smile as she shouted, “Deal!”

At 12:15, Stephanie left her desk and started the walk to Tony's Pizzeria. As she walked, she realized that she wasn't even sure if that's where Derrick would be meeting her. Until that point, she just assumed that Derrick meant Tony's when he texted “You know where,” but now she wasn't sure. Butterflies swirled through her stomach, and second thoughts through her head. However, with so much on Stephanie's mind, the walk went by much faster than usual, and before she knew it, she was standing at the entrance to Tony's. Stephanie knew it was now or never, and she grasped the cool aluminum handle in her soft hand, and she opened the door. She entered the restaurant to find Derrick waiting for her, and there was food for two already on the table.

The restaurant was an older building, and it was more designed for takeout orders than dining in. The restaurant had just six small booths, and Derrick was sitting in the booth furthest back from the door. He looked up to see Stephanie standing before him, and he said, “I hope you don't mind that I already ordered for us.”

Stephanie asked, “How.. How did you know what I'd want?”

Derrick explained, “The day that I met you here, you ordered two number seven's. Being the genius that I obviously am, I assumed that you'd go for the number seven today also.”

Stephanie, nodding her head in approval, said, “I'm very impressed. This is actually exactly what I would have ordered,” as she sat down.

Derrick smiled and said, “I would have told you that my magic eight-ball told me, but with you being a slick lawyer, you'd probably call bullshit.”

Stephanie’s mood instantly changed. Her smile straightened, and she said, “I never told you I was a lawyer. How did you know that?”

Derrick chuckled and said, “Relax! I work for a private security firm, and we do various types of security and protection for CEOs and other wealthy people. A big part of what we do is background checks, and I did one on you.”

“But, you don't know anything about me. You only knew my first name.”

“I also have your cell phone number, Miss Attorney,” Derrick said with a teasing tone. “I ran your number, and it traced back to your name. I didn't mean anything negative by it; I just need to be careful. I can't take a chance that someone would try to get close to me in order to get close to one of my clients. I take my work very seriously.”

Stephanie smiled and said, “Try to get close to you? As I seem to recall, you hit on me, Mr. Romeo.”

“I hit on you, or you hit on me. What difference does it make?” Derrick said. “We're here now, and that's all that matters.”

“So, what's the name of this big, fancy security firm?”

“Work?
We're seriously going to talk about work?” Derrick said as he shifted the conversation away from his job.

Stephanie found the circumstances surrounding Derrick to be very suspect, but it only added to the intrigue in which he seemed to be drenched. Despite sounding every internal alarm in Stephanie's head, more and more, Derrick was becoming her ultimate fantasy.

Stephanie leaned forward, and she rested her hand on top of Derrick's. She asked, “What would you like to talk about then?” as she gently brushed the tips of her fingers across his forearm.

Derrick responded by inviting Stephanie to discuss it further over drinks after work. Stephanie remembered that Jacob would not be coming home, and she had no reason to rush home that night. Without a moment's hesitation, she said, “I know the perfect place.”