The Wrong Side of Town

by Alden Odessa

  Hot House Online 2

  The Wrong Side of Town

  Alden Odessa

  Copyright © 2018 by Alden Odessa

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  All characters portrayed are over 18 years of age.

  Contents

  Also by Alden Odessa

  Prologue

  1. Logging in

  2. Shower Scene

  3. Down the Hatch

  4. Protection

  5. Bogo

  6. Onward and Upward

  7. The Falls Hotel

  8. Betty's Dress

  9. Karen

  10. Back to Reality?

  11. This Peach is Sour

  12. How This All Works

  13. The Lower Bottoms

  14. The Plan

  15. Auditions

  16. That's Not Who I Am

  17. Emotional Fallout

  18. On the Prowl

  19. All In

  20. The April Situation

  21. The April Exposition

  22. The April Resolution

  23. Doug's Dream of Me

  24. These Good Times Won't Last Forever

  The Story Continues…

  Also by Alden Odessa

  Also by Alden Odessa

  The Hot House Online Series

  Book One: Stuck in Canny Valley

  Book Two: The Wrong Side of Town

  Prologue

  “What in the sacred sake of fuck is this!” I heard from behind the VR goggles I had on my head. I didn’t need to see the person speaking to know who it was.

  It was my wife.

  Everything moved in slow motion. Everything, that is, except my mind.

  The door had been closed to the home office. When we bought this house, we had to remodel and one thing that this house didn’t have was doors. They just weren’t there. So we had to buy all new doors and doorknobs, six in total. Not that big of a deal. We knew that we had bought a “project” house and this was one of the many projects. The problem with many projects is occasionally you miss something. In this case, and the thing I was really cursing right now, was that of the six doorknobs we bought, we accidentally bought one that didn’t have a lock on it.

  We laughed at the time, thinking it wasn’t that big of a deal and eventually we would get around to switching it out.

  That was six years ago.

  My wife was not what one would call a “knocker” or an “announcer,” she frequently just walked into a room. Again, usually not that big of a deal with only two of us living here, but today—it was an issue.

  I was suddenly very aware of all the choices I had made over the last few months, leading up to the arrival of Hot House Online. It all led to this moment. I really didn’t know what I had been getting into when I plunked down the money to crowd fund this game. I didn’t know what it would involve, not to mention I did not understand just how immersive it would actually be. This was both good news and bad news. The good news was the role-playing interaction.

  Holy shit.

  I couldn’t believe how realistic it was. The sensations, the, uh... I’ll just say it: The women in this game were amazing and having sex with them was a serious lifelike experience. The only thing that ever made you think that it was a game at all was the fact that you could never score a woman like this in real life.

  The bad news was also that it was so realistic. It was so immersive and realistic that a player would forget that they were playing a game. A player could get lost in this game. I mean like really lost. I was now, or had been. I was completely ignorant to the outside world while being inside the game.

  I had no idea how long I had been playing, what time it was, or even where I was! I had forgotten my life altogether, or rather my surroundings. You could lose hours—days to this game. I certainly wasn’t regretting this purchase until this very moment.

  I knew I was caught red-handed. My mind raced, coming back to reality and realizing what I must look like. I was sitting in front of a laptop; a new laptop, one I bought for the specific purpose of playing this game. I was wearing a headset that is plugged into the laptop and, the most embarrassing part, I was wearing these special underwear; the one’s that came with the game. I suspect that these underwear were the reason that the game’s sensations were so realistic. Why every time a hooker touched my dick it really felt like a hooker was touching my dick!

  This was so embarrassing, and I could almost hear her calling a divorce attorney before I took off the headset.

  How was I going to explain this? Could I explain this? What was my first move? Do I just take my punishment? I had no idea what to do, but my body reacted in a normal fashion. My mind was racing so fast I had all the previous thoughts in a millisecond. While my mind had been racing, so had my body.

  The second I had heard her voice, my arms reached up and removed the headset from my face. I tossed it aside and instinctively stood up. A move I instantly regretted.

  In the game I had just been having sex with a prostitute, a super fucking hot prostitute at that. I had had her bent over a bed and I was working her perfect body in how a perfect body was meant to be worked. In the game I had used an alias, the made up and ridiculous alias of Buster Rockknocker. The Horse-cocked Buster Rockknocker. The suave and smooth Buster Rockknocker. All things that I was not in real-life. I had been having sex with a woman I never would have been having sex with in real-life too. It had been amazing, and I was just about to finish my business with the hooker when I heard the words: What in the sacred sake of fuck is this!

  My wife never swore. I can’t remember the last time I heard her say anything worse than damn, much less fuck. I was in deep shit.

  I regretted standing for several reasons. The first being the underwear I was wearing, or as I liked to call it, the harness. There was no hiding them that’s for sure. Maybe I could explain them as something fancy, were they not plugged into my headset. From her perspective it would definitely look like I was doing something scandalous. That’s because I was.

  The second reason I regretted standing up was because, and I’m not sure how it would appear in these new undergarments, but I had a screaming erection. As mentioned, I was about to finish with the prostitute I was having sex with in the game. So my boner was a peak girth right now. I know that these underwear, this suit, was tight. I doubt it left much to the imagination.

  I looked at her as I stood and she was looking at me, but not at my face. She was looking at the suit. Her eyes bulged. Then she scowled, and her eyes rose to meet my mine. I said the only thing I could think to say.

  “I can explain,” I said, fully aware that I could not. Unless I told her the truth, which I really didn’t want to do.

  “Really?” she said. She had just as little faith as I did that I could explain, innocently, what I was doing. The truth may be my only way out, but it was also going to be a way out of my marriage; which I really didn’t want.

  Maybe it was the erection talking, but in that moment, my wife looked beautiful. She had been at work all day so she was wearing her office attire. A mini-skirt today, black with a white button-up shirt. The skirt hugged her thighs that weren’t the waif-ish thin things they had been when we first got married, but still looked good. In fact, the curves she had added in the last ten years looked good on her even if she didn’t think so. Her blouse was tight too, tight enough that her breasts stretched the blouse at the top, almost pushing the boundaries of what the button in the center of her chest co
uld hold. She looked hot. I don’t know why I was noticing this now, of all times, but I had a feeling that it had something to do with the boner that was itching for some action. Some real-life action.

  “What are those?” she asked, pointing at what I was wearing. Suddenly, I realized that I wasn’t wearing anything except the sex suit, which was still plugged into the goggles now sitting on my desk.

  “I can explain these,” I said. Knowing full well I couldn’t.

  “Are you masturbating?” she asked.

  “No,” I said, and technically I didn’t think I was lying. I wasn’t masturbating, I was having sex. Virtual reality sex, but sex nonetheless.

  Wait. Had I been touching myself? When she came in, what were my hands doing? What did she see? I had no idea of knowing without asking, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to do that.

  “Take them off,” she said.

  “What?”

  “You heard me,” she said, sternly. “Whatever those things are, take them off.”

  “Uh, look, I—”

  “Take them off!” she commanded. She was so furious I could almost see steam coming off of her. Again, this might be the hard-on speaking for me, but her fury was kind of hot. My erection should be going down—from the fear—but it was holding steady because I was so turned on by her suddenly commanding demeanor. I should probably get this out of my head though, I doubt that I will be having sex with my wife again anytime soon. If ever.

  “Okay, okay,” I said and then took my hands to my waist and started to pull them down. They were horribly tight. I remembered that there was some sort of pressure relief valve or something that I was supposed to press to get them off. I don’t think that she is in the mood to wait for me to find it, however.

  I peeled them off, and my erection flopped out into the open air as I did so, then I pulled the pants down the rest of my legs before standing up straight, naked, in front of her.

  She looked at me. From my head to my toes. “You were masturbating.” she said, not as a question, but as a fact.

  “No. Not per se,” I said, defensively.

  “Then how do you explain that?” she asked, pointed to my dick. I looked down and as I suspected, I was at full mast. I believe the exact word would be: engorged.

  I hung my head. “I can’t.”

  “Sure you can,” she said. “Just tell the truth.”

  “I was playing a game,” it sounded even worse as I gave the words life.

  “A game?” she asked. “What, with some online girl?”

  I raised my hands, stopping her from saying any more. “No no no, nothing like that. It was just a game, like a video game.”

  “A video game?”

  “Yes!”

  “Was it a sex game?”

  Once again I hung my head and spoke ashamedly. “Yes.”

  She said nothing, she just stared at me. Giving me a disappointed and infuriated look. “What did you do to it?”

  “Do to what?” I asked, not sure what she was talking about.

  “It!” she said, and then pointed at my dick. I looked down at it. There was nothing wrong with it. I didn’t know what she was talking about.

  “What do you mean?” I asked.

  “It’s bigger,” she said.

  I looked down again; I cocked my head. Maybe she was right. I had been in the game for who-knows-how-long and had gotten used to Buster Rockknocker’s massive dick, so my own dick paled in comparison. I could hardly even remember what Doug’s dick looked like. Maybe she was right? Maybe it was bigger than it had been.

  “I’m just,” I started, not really sure how to answer her, “hard.”

  “Well, I can see that, but that’s bigger than the last time I saw it. Have you been taking something?”

  “Like what?”

  “Like those male enhancement pills on TV or something.”

  “I don’t think they actually work.”

  “But—” she started, waiting for me to add more.

  “No. The answer is no to that particular question.”

  “Then how did it get so big?”

  I looked down at it. I had the desire to touch it for some reason. I had the desire to do more than that because there was no way she would get any sort of real conversation out of me so long as all the blood in my body was gushing to my groin.

  How could I possibly even be thinking about sex at this very moment?

  “I really don’t know what to tell you,” I said. To which she did not reply.

  We stood there for a few moments and nothing happened. She was in the doorway and I was by my desk. My erection was pointing right at her and I just had no idea what to do with my hands.

  After what felt like a month of silence hanging in the air between us, she moved. Her hands went to her blouse, and she started to unbutton it. I didn’t say anything.

  She got it all the way unbuttoned and then threw the blouse on the floor. She then reached behind her and unzipped her shirt and then shook it down her thighs.

  Was this really happening? She was wearing white panties and a white bra. She was never a voluptuous woman, always more on the pencil-thin side of things. Her thighs had filled out with the years, but they were still nice. She had a light complexion, but not pasty like mine. Her stomach was still flat (again, not at all like mine), and it curved up to her nicely sized breasts. Not big, but a full b-cup. Those were something else that had grown slightly once she gained weight.

  She was fortunate, as some women were, when she gained weight some of it went to her breasts. Men where not fortunate this way. Sure, our breasts grew, but our dick didn’t. If my dick grew with my waist, I would be five-hundred pounds!

  She reached back and unhooked her bra; peeling it off and throwing it on the ground beside the rest of her clothes. Her light brown nipples pointed into the chill air of our home. She then reached down and pulled off her panties and stood upright.

  As I got a look at her naked body, my erection let me know it was still here with an involuntary seizure. It seemed to throb on its own. I looked down at it, sure I was going to see that I had already started to leak out, but I couldn’t pull my eyes away from my wife’s naked body. It was better than I had ever remembered it, and that included the three years we dated before marriage. I was totally turned on by her right now, even though I had no idea where her end game was going.

  We just looked at each other for a moment. My view much better than hers, and we didn’t say anything. I don’t know if she was just teasing me or what. She may just be tormenting me, making me look at her, at how well she had kept her body, while I had let mine go to shit. She was letting me look at it one more time before she took it away from me forever.

  But she didn’t do that.

  Instead, she took a step towards me. Then another, then another. Soon she was right up next to me. So close that the head of my dick touched her thigh. I swear I thought I was going to blow my load, right then and there.

  I gulped, not sure what to say or if I should say anything at all. Instead, I said the worst thing I could possibly say. “What are you doing,” I ask.

  I waited for her to say something snarky. Say something mean. Something along the lines of the fact that she wanted me to get a good look at what I would never have again and then she was going to walk out the door forever.

  But she didn’t say that.

  “Well,” she said, looking down at my junk and then back up to me with a mischievous smile. “I’m not going to let this thing go to waste.”

  And then she got down on her knees.

  1

  Logging in

  I woke up knowing I had had a dream. I had no knowledge of the dream, but only that I had just had one. It was both good and bad. Horrifying and exciting. What kind of dream would do that? I didn’t know, but I wanted to go back to sleep to find out. I wanted to find out if I could slip back into that one particular dream.

  I got a weird feeling I was inside a different dream. Or maybe
I was having a dream of a dream. Some real inception level type of thing.

  My eyes focused on what I had been doing before I had fallen asleep. I was staring at a piece of paper. Somehow I had fallen asleep, sitting up. At some point I had rested my hand under my chin with my arm on the table. This was it for me, I had fallen asleep staring at this piece of paper.

  I had stared at the paper for hours, with nothing but the sound of Betty sleeping to distract me. There was no list. There were a lot of words; lines of words, but they had all been scratched out.

  Then, realization struck me and I felt like I finally awoke from the dream. I realized where I was. I was in Canny Valley. I was trapped, and I had to find my way out.

  I quite simply had no idea what to do. Where to start, or what this life would throw at me next.

  Betty stirred, the first movement she had made since she went back to sleep. What was I going to do with her? I knew what I needed to do with her, but that just didn’t feel right. However, that was what the game was telling me to do.

  Build a harem.

  That’s stage one right? That’s what it takes to build power in this game. I understood none of it. I have sat in this chair for probably two hours, which is a total guess on my part as there is no way to measure time in this game. I’ll ask Betty when she wakes up if there is any form of a clock in this... world? Is that what this is, a whole new world?

  The Man in Blue had said he was the creator, and the message in my display said it was from HHHO Games. I had no option but to take all of this at face value. I’m sure there is some form of deceit going on, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to waste a whole lot of time trying to figure out who’s trying to fuck me. It appeared that the main goal in this game was to fuck over everybody else. Was there some kind of point system that I was missing out on? Some sort of leaderboard?