Cheater's Paradise

by Keith Trimm

  “I’m on your side,” Chad pleaded.

  “No, you’re a cheater, you are the problem. You are a home wrecker, and need to be eliminated.”

  “I’m no home wrecker, every bitch I ever fucked asked me for it. I didn’t go looking for sex, it came to me.”

  “Why do I think you're full of shit?” Bob asked.

  “I’m not, I can prove it.”

  “Humor me,” Bob said.

  Flustered, Chat blurted out, “Last week, I was on a job, in this woman’s house and she hit on me.”

  “What do you do for a living?”

  “I’m an insurance adjuster.”

  “Go on.”

  “I was checking the damage made from a leak in the roof into the main bedroom. I wasn’t there more than an hour when she came into the bedroom wearing a towel.”

  “You’re making this up,” Bob said.

  “No, listen to me. She pushed me on the bed, took off the towel and rode my face like a pony. I ate that bitch for ten minutes till she squirted in my mouth. It was so fucking hot. Then she ripped my clothes off and we fucked for like a half hour.”

  “Was she married?” Bob asked.

  “Yeah, there were wedding pictures on the wall.”

  “And at no time did you tell her no?”

  “Who tells a naked woman no?” Chad asked. “Are you fucking gay?”

  “You want to know who tells a naked woman no? A decent responsible man, that’s who.”

  “I don’t give up free pussy that easy,” Chad said.

  “Any other examples?”

  “Yeah, my office manager. She’s a fucking hot bitch. She asked me to stay late one night to work on a project, got into a conversation about how much of a prick her husband was. We ended up fucking on her desk.”

  Bob looked at Chad with a curious look in his eye, was there a chance he was telling the truth? “How?”

  “I don’t know, women like me,” Chad replied.

  “Then why do you hang out at strip clubs?”

  “I just started doing that after I met Cathy,” Chad replied. “You bounce here, have I been hanging here long?”

  “No, how did you meet Cathy in the first place?” Bob asked.

  “I know her husband, been friends for years.”

  “Really? And you still fucked her?”

  “We’re not friends anymore, we haven’t hung out forever.”

  “So what? She called you one day and said, let’s have sex?”

  “No, she needed a ride to a photo shoot, her husband wouldn’t take her so I did. When the photographer went to lunch, she hit on me and we fucked on the bed they used for a set.”

  “That explains that,” Bob said.

  “Explains what?”

  “Mike, the photographer was my good friend, we had a falling out as well. He’s the one who caught you.”

  “What did he say?”

  “He said he caught you and Cathy fucking, at least I know you’re not lying. He was pissed that you messed up his set, and he didn’t care for Cathy a lot.”

  “Where is he now?” Chad asked.

  “Out taking pictures I suppose, had a nasty run in with a gun, but he survived.”

  Then the phone rang. Both Chad and Bob looked at the phone behind the bar and then at each other. Bob got up and answered it. “Hello?” he asked.

  On the other side was someone from the police department. “This is Sergeant Brent Mason from the Denton police, are you the person in charge of the hostage situation?”

  Bob didn’t like that way that sounded but replied, “Yes, I suppose so.”

  “I’d like to talk to you about releasing whatever hostages you have remaining inside.”

  “Yeah, I’m not really in any mood to talk right now,” Bob said, and hung up the phone. He looked over to Chad and said, “They think you’re a hostage, are you a hostage?”

  Chad smiled and said, “No, you’re my hero.”

  “Ok, I know a way out of here, if we hurry we might get away.”

  Chad smiled and said, “Let’s go.”

  “Follow me,” Bob said after raiding the cash register and led Chad to the back through the dressing room to a door. “This is where they store all their shit,”Bob said. He opened the door to a staircase heading down to the basement. Both men headed down the stairs, Chad bringing up the rear. Once they were downstairs, Bob led Chad to another door marked “City of Denton.”

  “What’s this?’ Chad asked.

  Bob opened the door. “It’s an access to the storm sewer, probably a hundred years old.

  Have you gone down the sewer before?” Chad asked.

  “A few times, it leads downtown, the other direction heads to the river.”

  Chapter 12

  Horror House

  Ankle deep in storm sewer runoff, Bob came to a fork in the tunnel. Using what light he has from his cell phone to light the way he peered down both paths and tried to pick the tunnel that would take him uptown, not to the river ten miles away. He turned to Chad who is following him. “Any ideas?” Bob asked.

  “I think the tunnel to the right heads north, that’s towards downtown.” Chad replied.

  “Ok,” Bob said and they both headed to the right.

  “You want to hear something really fucked up?” Chad said trying to make conversation. His voice echoed against the smooth concrete walls.

  “Sure,” Bob replied.

  “You might not believe this, but I’ve been to parties held by this group that brings in Asian girls, and runaways, and for a thousand bucks you can do anything you want with them.”

  “I’ve heard of something like that before, you actually went to one?” Chad asked. “How did you find out about it?”

  “I have a friend that likes little boys, he told me about it. They also have a lot of gay male clients. They usually have several boys for them.”

  “That’s sick,” Bob said.

  “I know,” Chad replied.

  “And you still went with him?”

  “I’m no queer, I was there for the girls,”

  “By “girls” how old are we talking about here?” Bob asked.

  “Usually thirteen to seventeen,” Chad replied.

  Bob stopped for a second and flashed his cell light at Chad. “Are you telling me you paid a thousand dollars to rape thirteen year old girls?” Bob asked.

  “I don’t think rape is the right word,” Chad replied trying to minimize his role.

  “Why are you telling me this?” Bob asked.

  “Because that’s not all they do, they also host these parties for people who like to step out on their spouses. It’s like for swingers, only one of the two show up.”

  “A “cheater” party,” you mean.” Bob said flat.

  “Exactly, again, you pay your fee and anyone at the party is up for grabs.”

  “Where are these held?”

  “They usually buy a block of rooms or a whole floor at a hotel.”

  “This makes no sense, not everyone is going to want to fuck whoever shows up.”

  “They have a guarantee, if you don’t get laid, you get your money back. Everyone there knows they’re on the menu, so most go along with whoever comes along. It must work, they do this pretty much every weekend,” Chad said.

  “Where? When?” Bob asked.

  “I don’t keep a calendar,” Chad replied. “Why? Do you want to go to one and do another Rambo imitation?”

  “I’d love too,” Bob replied. “Think of all the people sitting at home thinking their husband or wife is out with friends when in reality they are at some paid orgy. Makes me sick.”

  “You take this whole cheating thing way too seriously.”

  “You don’t know the half of it,” Bob said smugly. “I used to keep bitches locked up in my own private bunker.”

  “No fucking way, what happened to it?”

  “I trusted a guy a little too much and I got burned,” Bob replied. “Do you know any contacts? Any
one that could get us into one of these parties?”

  “Do you have a thousand dollars?” Chad asked.

  Bob looked in his wallet at the money he took from the bar. Looking at the number of twenty dollar bills, he estimated he had around two thousand dollars. “Who keeps this kind of cash in a register behind a bar?” he said. “That place would be a robbers dream.”

  “How much do you have?” Chad asked.

  “I got enough, how far is it to your place?” Bob asked.

  “I’m not a mole, I don’t know where the fuck I am.”

  “We’ve walked a good three miles, maybe we should head up top and see where we are. There’s a good chance the police found our escape door and are in the sewers now looking for us.”

  Bob found a shaft leading to a manhole cover and climbed the ladder protruding from the concrete. He lifted the heavy steel lid and pushed it aside. Looking around her could tell he was close to downtown, but in some sort of quasi residential area. No cops were around. They took off and made their escape.

  Once back on solid ground, it took twenty minutes to get to Chads apartment. Both were relieved to be hidden from the police.

  “Do you mind if I crash here for the night?” Bob asked.

  “If I’m taking you to one of those parties, you’ll have to do more than crash for one night. It may be a month before I find another one. It’s been a while since I hung with that crowd.”

  “I can’t live here, I don’t know you. I’d feel safer with friends.”

  “Suit yourself,” Chad said.

  “Then Bob noticed a woman’s pair of shoes sitting by the television. “Are you married?” Bob asked.

  “No, that’s my roommate’s shoes,” Chad replied.

  “I thought you were married for some reason.”

  “Was, not anymore.”

  “Just out of curiosity, don’t you think you should ask your roommate before offering to let a strange man move in?” Bob asked.

  “I suppose that would be the nice thing to do.”

  “Where is she?” Bob asked.

  “Judging from the sound in the bathroom and the large amount of steam rolling out from under the door, I’d say she’s in the shower. You want to meet her?”

  “I suppose I will eventually, I am at least staying on the couch tonight.”

  “Fuck, she’d let you sleep in her bed, with her if you wanted.”

  “That’s not a very nice thing to say,” Bob replied.

  Chad walked over to the wall and pointed to a photograph in a frame, it was a large woman, with puffy cheeks and a double chin wearing thick eye liner and a lot of lipstick. “This is her, Cindy.”

  “I take it Cindy doesn’t have a boyfriend?” Bob asked.

  “No, Cindy is single, in all the time I’ve known her, she’s never had a boyfriend, let alone a date.”

  “Why? What’s wrong with her?”

  “She doesn’t try, she thinks she’s too fat.”

  “She ever try with you?” Bob asked.

  “Oh God yes, she’s always finding some reason to walk into the bathroom when I’m in the shower and makes all sorts of suggestive comments.”

  “Why not fuck her instead of fucking married women?”

  “Look at that picture, she’s gross. I’d rather fuck a disgruntled married hotty than Cindy the chubby queen. Oh, I heard the shower stop, she’ll probably be out in a minute. If she knows I’m home, she won’t be wearing anything.”

  “You didn’t drive so I suppose she’ll be dressed.”

  “She has the hearing of a cat, when I close that door, she knows I’m home. Oh fuck, here she comes.”

  Bob heard footsteps from a hallway. Chad was standing in the doorway when Cindy stepped out fully nude drying her hair with a towel. Bob immediately noticed her fat rolls and her gut that hung low over her crotch. She looked up startled at Bob and then resumed drying her hair as if nothing happened.

  “Chad, who is your friend here?” she asked.

  “This is Bob, a friend of mine from the club.”

  “Oh shit, did you hear on the television about the club? Some psycho shot up the place and killed three people.”

  “No, I didn’t hear anything.” Chad lied.

  “Weren’t you down there?” Cindy asked.

  “Yeah, but we didn’t see anything, must have happened after we left.”

  Cindy wrapped the towel on her head and let her arms dangle down on her massive hips. She was a very large woman.

  Bob tried to avert his eyes in an attempt to show good manners.

  “Don’t bother Bob, I’m an exhibitionist. I want to you look at me.” Cindy spun around in a circle with her arms raised. She bent over and showed Bob her coochie and almost fell over. She righted herself and walked over to Bob and rubbed her massive breasts on his chest. “You need a shower? I can get back in if you want.”

  All Bob could think of was how she was able to fit in the shower in the first place. “No, that’s ok, I took a shower this morning.” he replied.

  “How about a massage? I almost got my massage therapist license. I know how to make a man feel good.”

  “Maybe later,” Bob said.

  “You’re going to need a place to sleep tonight, I have a king sized bed, you can sleep with me.”

  “The couch is fine, “Bob replied.

  “What are you? Gay?” Cindy asked pissed and nude. “I’ve never seen a man turn down a sure thing like this before.”

  “I’m married,” Bob said lying.

  “Don’t pull that shit on me, I can tell you aren't married. Where is your wedding ring?”

  “I don’t wear any jewelry, I’m allergic to silver and gold.” Bob was impressed with himself that he was able to think up such a convincing lie so easily.

  “What’s your wife’s name?” Cindy asked.

  Bob couldn’t think that fast. He hesitated.

  “Where is she now? Why are you spending the night here instead of at home with her?”

  Bob knew she had him. “Fine, I’m not married.”

  “Then why won’t you fuck me?”

  “We just met for God’s sake.”

  “So what? I’m willing, you’re a man, let’s do what comes naturally.”

  “I can’t,” Bob said looking at the wall.

  “Why” Am I too fat for you?” Cindy asked.

  Chad decided to step in. “Cindy, leave Bob alone, he’s had a hard day.”

  Annoyed, Cindy replied, “then I’m what he needs to relieve his tension.”

  Bob shook his head and sat on the couch hoping Chad and Cindy would talk to each other and leave him alone. To his shock and horror, Cindy sat on his lap and almost crushed the wind out of his lungs. She shoved her massive breasts into Bobs face and cut off his breathing all together. “Get off!” he managed to gurgle and pushed her away. She fell slowly onto her back and spread her legs wide. She knew what she was doing. She reached down between her legs with both hands and spread apart the massive fat rolls covering her pussy.

  “I just washed it, take a taste,” she said.

  Bob looked down and tried to find her pussy in the fat rolls. He couldn’t tell the difference between them. “I’m not gay, but I’m also not doing this. I don’t find you remotely attractive. Sorry.”

  Disappointed, but now aroused, Cindy lay her head back and began to masturbate. She wasn’t going to let a turn down stop her from having a good time. The idea of a strange man watching her finger herself turned her on to no end. She moaned and looked Bob in the face as he watched her stroke her fingers inside and out. “I’m getting wet,” she said.

  “I know, I can smell you,” Bob said. “Her fat rolls made squishy sounds as she pumped her fingers in and out and he noticed her hand was glistening from the pussy juice. The smell made him gag.

  “Put your finger in,” she said with a smile.

  “Are you about done?” Bob asked.

  Pissed with the snub, Cindy put her left foot on Bob’
s crotch and dug in with her heel. She noticed right away he wasn’t hard. Then she went for gold. She closed her legs, and rolled up putting her face at Bob’s crotch. She unbuttoned his pants and slid down the zipper, she waited for Bob to stop her but he didn’t. Then she tugged down his pants and bit and pulled his flaccid penis from his underwear and put it in her mouth. Rubbing and sucking, she finally got him hard and stroked him as she licked the head of his cock. Bob didn’t seem to mind this, he was able to close his eyes and pretend she was someone else. Cindy didn’t mind either, soon she’d have a mouthful of man juice and she could go to bed.

  Chapter 13

  Hotel New Mexico

  Three weeks later, Bob, Chad and Cindy left for a mission, they arrived in New Mexico and checked into the Landshold motel. Bob had convinced Chad to assist him with his new found mission and asked Cindy to go along. Cindy was now in lust and would do anything Bob asked.

  The hotel was the current location for the “Cheater’s Paradise” Sponsored by a shadowy group of core likeminded individuals Today was check in for the weekend and a group meeting was being held in the convention center in twenty minutes. The three got their room keys, took their bags to their rooms and met down at the main lobby. From there they headed into the convention center.

  At the door were two well-dressed ladies handing out pamphlets, they were also checking the identification badges worn by the guests. Part of their job was to keep out spies and spouses who might be checking up on them. A swipe of a laser scanner and a beep allowed the three in. Once inside, the three found seats at one of the tables and sat down. There were enough tables and chairs for a good hundred people. At the front of the room was a woman reading from a laptop computer atop a podium and to her side were a man and a woman sitting at the head table.

  “What’s going on?” Cindy asked Chad.

  “Before we get our assignments, they give a presentation. Sort of a get to know the rules. They also discuss what to do if a spouse shows up unexpectedly and how important it is to keep a low profile.”

  “Sounds complicated, how do they get away with this?” Cindy asked.

  “Must not be too complicated, they do this once or twice a month.”