Cassie’s Men

by Ella Gottfried

  Table of Contents

  Book 1: Cassie’s Men by Ella Gottfried

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Book 2: Her Affair Journey by Ella Gottfried

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Book 3: Lonely Wife Swinging by Ella Gottfried

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

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  This book is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  This story has erotic themes and is suitable for adults, 18+ only.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter One

  The music was playing loud and Cassie was rocking out. This was her favorite song by the Journeyman and she found it to be much better than anything the Journeymen had ever done.

  Listening to her favorite song by her favorite band and without a care in the world, Cassie was truly content. She loved her life. She worked at a music store that sold guitars as well as CDs and vinyl records and she got to meet a wide variety of people here. Since she was the only person in the store, she was able to listen to whatever music she wanted, anytime she wanted to, and even when there were customers around the music selection in this store was absolutely phenomenal.

  Cassie loved music more than anything else in the world. She had a hard time imagining what life would be like if she didn’t have music to help her cope with things. She was even considering taking music classes to properly pursue her passion.

  Her salary was nothing special, but it gave her just enough to get by on and she was completely fine with that. The only thing that she really regretted was the fact that she couldn’t travel on her current salary.

  Cassie’s phone suddenly started to ring. She turned the music down in the store and picked her phone up. It was her mother. Cassie groaned. Her parents were so different from her that she was often surprised that she was even related to them. She sometimes wondered if she was adopted abut knew that this wasn’t true. She looked exactly like her mother, that sort of thing didn’t happen without a proper genetic link.

  “Hey mom,” said Cassie after answering the call.

  “Hey honey,” said Cassie’s mother. She always sounded like she was under a great deal of stress and today was no exception. Cassie often felt sorry for her mother. She had seen pictures of her during her youth; she had been a real wild card. She had taken part in the hippie movement and had even attended the huge open air concerts that Cassie dreamed of attending.

  Cassie’s mother had then met her father and had fallen in love. He had been the polar opposite of her, a real straight edge. By that time Cassie’s mother had tired of the life of a music fan and had wanted to settle down. She had chosen Cassie’s father for this because there really had been no reason not to. He had been the perfect man, at least on the surface.

  However, Cassie’s father had turned out to be quite dominating. He had a very specific way of thinking, and considered any other way of thinking to be purely wasteful and wrong.

  “Your father wanted me to ask,” said Cassie’s mother. “Have you thought about pre-med? It’s still not too late, you can get into a program and join med school in a couple of years.”

  “Mom you know I’m not into becoming a doctor,” said Cassie. “I just don’t function that way. I can’t focus nearly enough to become a doctor, I’d end up killing somebody. Besides, I’m happy the way I am. Why can’t you just be happy for me?”

  “We’re just worried about you,” said Cassie’s mother. “We don’t want you to struggle in life. Your father is a doctor and he’s earning such good money. Don’t you want to earn this much money?”

  “Yeah he earns good money but he never has any time to spend it does he?” said Cassie. “I don’t want my entire life to revolve around my work. I want to have different experiences, I want to be able to travel. I’m happy with my job, mom.”

  “We just want you to have a nice career,” said Cassie’s mom. “Something stable, you know? Something trustworthy.”

  “Is that you talking or dad?” asked Cassie. She knew that her father often spoke through her mother because he knew that Cassie would never listen to anything he said.

  This had started when she was a teenager. It had been a part of the rebellious phase that everyone went through during their teen years, but it had gone beyond that for her. Cassie resented her father for being so controlling, for never considering anyone else’s life choices as valid.

  “I’ll think about it, okay?” said Cassie. “I don’t want to just jump into it. I’m earning money right now, and I’m supporting myself. I can go to med school whenever I want, so I want to get into it after some careful consideration.”

  “Alright honey,” said Cassie’s mom, her voice clearly indicating how relieved she was. Cassie knew that her mother meant well. Her mother was actually a lot more supportive of her lifestyle choices than her father was. She understood the need to be free, the need to be different. She understood it because she herself had been this way during the heady days of her youth.

  The only reason she pestered Cassie this way was because Cassie’s father pressured her to. Cassie was sure that if it was not for her father, her mother wouldn’t care about what career path Cassie chose as long as she was happy and able to support herself and live a comfortable life.

  After a little more small talk, Cassie said goodbye to her mother and cut the call. She turned the music back up. The next song off the Journeymen album that was currently playing had come up, and it was a slower number with a lot more complexity in the arrangement.

  Cassie loved the complexity and diversity in the music that the Journeymen made. It was such a great album, Cassie remembered standing in line to buy it ten years ago. She had only been twelve years old, by far the youngest person in the line. Everybody had been surprised that such a young girl was interested in a band that was as mature as the Journeymen.

  Cassie was absolutely infatuated by this band. She had bought tickets to a concert they were doing tonight and couldn’t wait to see it. All her life she had wanted to see the Journeymen live but had never been able to either because she had been too young to attend their shows or because she hadn’t had enough money to buy their tickets.

  Now she was both over twenty-one and had money, so tonight was the night that her dream was finally going to come true.

  Suddenly, a customer entered the shop. Cassie was pulled out of her reverie and got to work, asking the man what it was that he needed.

  Chapter Two

  The customer was a tall man with a hoop through his ear. He had a trimmed beard and was wearing a cowboy hat, and had a lot of odd accessories such as a necklace made of teeth. He also had a tattoo on his arm.

  This was a class of customer that the store Cassie worked at often received. She loved customers like this; they were most often musicians or some
kind of artist, and they always had such amazing things to share with her. Cassie loved hearing their stories, and often got to enjoy a free show when they started playing guitar.

  “How can I help you today, sir?” said Cassie.

  “I need to buy a guitar,” said the man. “I have a show at a club in a few days and my guitar fell out of the tour van. Do you have any good acoustic guitars?”

  The man had a deep voice that resonated across the room. He was clearly a singer as well as a guitarist and this really turned Cassie on. She had a thing for musicians, and if this guy was talented she would probably end up getting weak in the knees for him. He certainly looked the part, Cassie thought.

  “Of course,” said Cassie. “We have a brand new Takamine acoustic guitar, top of the line. It was custom made for one of the greatest guitarists in the world so you can rest assured that it will give you the best sound you have ever experienced.”

  “Right then,” said the man, “let’s have a look.”

  Cassie brought the guitar out and showed it to the man. He strummed a chord and it was absolutely beautiful. Cassie was amazed at how he was able to produce such wondrous sounds with a single strum. Most people would have had difficulty creating the amount of music he had managed to fit into a single chord using an entire orchestra.

  Cassie was beyond intrigued now, but she wanted to know more.

  “That was beautiful!” she said. “How did you make such a beautiful sound with a single strum? It’s incredible.”

  “It’s nothing,” said the man modestly. “It’s all about subtlety. Most people think that you need to play as much as possible to play good music, you need to play faster and harder than everyone else. Nobody realizes that sometimes it’s what you don’t play that makes the music beautiful.”

  “That is so profound,” said Cassie. She was in awe of this man. “I’m Cassie,” she said, extending her hand.

  “Nathaniel,” said that man, grasping her tiny hand in his own huge one and giving it a firm shake.

  “What band do you play for?” said Cassie.

  “The Beyonders,” said Nathaniel. Cassie had heard of the band before, but she had never listened to any of their music.

  “So do you guys do a lot of shows?” Cassie asked him.

  “We’re not quite as prolific as the Journeymen,” said Nathaniel. “But we do about fifty to sixty shows around the world every year.”

  “Wow!” said Cassie, amazed at the thought of playing the equivalent of five shows every single month. “How many countries have you played in?”

  “About twenty five,” said Nathaniel. “Apart from America, we’ve played in the UK, most of the countries in the European mainland, Australia, Japan and India.”

  “You’ve seen the world then!” exclaimed Cassie.

  “Not quite,” said Nathaniel with a chuckle. “We’ve never been to South America or Africa. We’ve never been to the Middle East. We’ve never been to Russia. There’s a whole other world outside of the world we’ve performed in.”

  “But you must have seen so much,” said Cassie. “Doing so many shows every year, it must give you a lot of cool experiences.”

  “That’s true,” said Nathaniel. “I must admit, it’s cool to be able to play so many shows in so many different countries. We’ve enjoyed pretty much every country that we’ve played in. In Japan, after our show in Tokyo, we went on a trip to this ancient valley where an order of monks lives. We meditated with these monks for a month and ended up creating a whole new album because of this enlightening experience.”

  “That is the most amazing thing I have ever heard,” said Cassie.

  “When we were in India, our bassist had gotten bit by a King Cobra,” said Nathaniel. “A snake charmer sucked the poison right out of him and he was completely fine. It was the most amazing thing I had ever seen, the guy didn’t even get affected by the poison!”

  “Oh my god!” said Cassie, wringing her hands in excitement. “I’m sorry, I’m geeking out it must be so weird.”

  “It’s alright,” said Nathaniel with a dismissive wave of his hand. “I’m actually really flattered that you think so highly of me and my band.”

  “Of course I do!” said Cassie. “You guys are travelling the world, I wish I could do that.”

  “Well why don’t you?” said Nathaniel.

  “On a store clerk’s salary? Are you kidding me?” said Cassie. “I love every part of my life. I earn enough money to live a good life but at the same time, I kind of wish that I had a little extra I could set aside so that I could travel a little.

  “Don’t worry,” said Nathaniel. “If you want something bad enough, you’ll get it. That’s the way the universe works, you know. If you truly want something, you are going to get it eventually, you just can’t really know when.”

  “Do you really think so?” asked Cassie.

  “I know so,” said Nathaniel. “How do you think I became a successful musician? I just wanted it bad enough. I’m sure you can save dollar here and a dollar there. If you do this pretty soon you’ll have enough money to go on a trip somewhere. You probably won’t be staying at five star hotels, but trust me when I tell you that five star hotels are extremely overrated. I’d much rather live in a cheap, traditional place.”

  Cassie and Nathaniel talked a bit more about music and travelling. He had so many stories to tell, Cassie was amazed at how much he had experienced over the course of his life.

  Eventually he bought the guitar and left. Cassie was in awe of the fact that he was able to buy a guitar that cost almost a thousand dollars without even blinking. How much money could musicians earn anyway? Even mid-level musicians were rich!

  Cassie sighed and went back to the counter. She turned the music back up. She liked drowning herself in music, it helped her ignore the world around her. She enjoyed the emptiness it brought her mind.

  Chapter Three

  Cassie took care of a few more customers. It was a fairly busy day, so they were getting a walk in every five to ten minutes but the store was never this overrun with new customers.

  This left Cassie to ponder a few things. She started thinking about how to save up for the trip abroad that she wanted to take. She realized that it was going to be far too tight, she would end up having far too little money to live off of. Even if she saved a lot, her salary was so low that it would take her years to save up enough to take even the most basic of trips.

  Cassie’s phone rang again as her day started to draw to a close. It was her boyfriend Mark. Cassie was feeling extremely conflicted about Mark these days. She didn’t know how she felt about him anymore. Did she really even care about him?

  Not all that long ago when their relationship had first started, Cassie and Mark had been very much in love. Mark had been such a good, stable influence in Cassie’s life that she had enjoyed his presence. He was always there for her to give her sensible advice when she needed it.

  However, as of late Cassie had started wondering if Mark was right for her after all. She knew that he was a great guy but the more she thought about it the more she started to realize that her relationship with Mark mirrored her mother’s relationship with her father a little too much.

  Mark was a straight edge, just like her father. Cassie was trying to get a more stable life just like her mother had been. What if her relationship with mark would end up making her just like her mother? She didn’t want to grow up constantly stressed out. She didn’t want to be unnecessarily controlling and nosy in her daughter’s life just because her husband didn’t approve of the choices that their child was making.

  In short, she didn’t want her life to be controlled by anyone, not even Mark. When she had first realized that Mark was exactly like her father she had started pulling away from him subtly. She was trying to soften the blow so that when she eventually did break up with him it didn’t come as a complete shock. She wanted him to have some kind of warning at least.

  Cassie answered the phone.
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  “Hey,” she said.

  “Hey,” Mark replied. “How’s it going?”

  “It’s good, babe. What about you?” said Cassie.

  “Pretty good,” said Mark. “I’ve had a really tough day at work today. So many numbers going through my head right now that I can barely think straight.”

  Mark worked as an accountant. It was a nice, stable job that he had gotten recently right after graduating from college. He was quite good at accounting, but the fact that he had chosen such a “stable” profession only increased the similarities between him and Cassie’s father. It also made her even more apprehensive about their future.

  “Listen, what are you doing tonight?” asked Mark. “Are you free? You want to grab a bite?”

  “I can’t,” said Cassie. “I have to go to a Journeymen concert, remember?”

  “Ah yes,” said Mark. “I could never understand why you liked that band. What’s wrong with a nice, mellow Barry Manilow tune?”

  Cassie snorted. That sounded like exactly something her father would say. The resemblances between the two were starting to become uncanny.

  “Yeah Mark it’s not like I can have preferences of my own, I mean what are preferences anyway?” said Cassie, sarcastically.

  “Alright, alright,” said Mark. “I get it. But can’t you go out to dinner? You can go to a concert some other time. I’ve got to talk about something important with you.”

  “Seriously?” said Cassie. “I’ve told you about a dozen times that going to a Journeymen concert has been by dream since I was, like, twelve years old. I’ve always been either too young or too poor to go, so now is my chance. They’re not going to perform in New York again for at least a year. You want me to wait a year to fulfill my dream just because you want to have dinner?”

  “I meant that you could go to some other concert,” said Mark. “I mean, concert’s happen every other day here. There’s a Drake concert happening next weekend, I could take you to that.”