by Weeks, Abby
“I just think it would be therapeutic for me!”
“That would be quite some therapy.”
“It would just be really fulfilling,” Ariel continued. “He’d have to watch me fucking you. He’d be so jealous. You’re way better looking than he ever was.” She was lying but she knew Jake would believe it. He would fall for anything that revolved around his enormous ego.
“But would he go for it?”
“I could get him to go for it. He’d have to see Zola first, which would be easy enough to arrange. But he’d also have to have some sort of reason to want to impress you.”
“Why would he want to impress me?” Jake said.
“I think I have an idea,” Ariel said. “If you were a potential business partner, then he’d be desperate to impress you. He’d do anything to get you onboard. I know he would.”
Jake was intrigued by the idea. “What sort of business is he in?”
“Well, it’s nothing like your business,” Ariel said, still trying to flatter Jake and stroke his ego, “but there’s a lot of money to be made in it.”
“He has an art gallery, right?”
“Yes, and he’s actually got an extremely lucrative deal on the table right now. This deal could net millions.”
“Millions?”
“Yes.”
“Of dollars?”
“Yes,” Ariel said.
Jake looked a little skeptical but she knew she had his attention. He couldn’t let a chance at millions of dollars pass him by.
“So what do you propose we do?” Jake said.
“Why don’t we all go out for dinner, you, me, and Zola. I’ll tell him you’re interested in his painting, maybe I’ll tell him that you might know a buyer.”
“Will I actually have to buy the painting?” Jake asked.
“God, no,” Ariel said. “The price of this thing would make you pale, Jake. I’m not kidding. We’re talking seven or eight figures.”
“Jesus.”
“Yes. Just pretend you’re serious. Maybe tell him you might have a client who’d be interested, something like that.”
“What kind of a painting is it?”
“It’s an old one. But don’t worry about it. You’re only pretending to be interested so that I can get all four of us in a restaurant together.”
“And then you’re going to tell him that Zola and I are swingers?”
“Exactly.”
“And he’ll be attracted to Zola?”
“He’ll be madly attracted to Zola, and he’ll be madly desperate for you to buy this painting he’s got, or sell it for him, and I know he won’t be able to resist.”
“And then you get to live out your little fantasy?”
“He’ll see you fucking me like a complete stallion,” Ariel said, giving Jake a really alluring smile, “and he’ll never be able to get that picture out of his mind for the rest of his life!”
“And hey,” Jake said, “maybe I’ll even be genuinely interested in his art deal.”
“Wouldn’t it be even sweeter if we could make money off him at the same time?” Ariel said, enthusiastically.
Jake gave her an admiring look. “Remind me never to get on your wrong side,” he said.
She leaned over the table and put her lips on his, sliding her tongue into his mouth. She was technically doing all of this to help out Zola, but if she could get away with a little harmless kissing while she was at it, where was the harm? She hated Jake, but he was so hot!
XI
ARIEL LAY BACK ON THE motel room and let Jake go down on her. As his tongue worked its magic on her sensitive clit, she ran over the details of the plan in her mind. She was going to talk Gabe into the foursome. That shouldn’t be too hard. Especially given the fact that they would be royally screwing Jake in the process. She would entice Jake into buying the forgery. She knew she could get Jake to go for it if she played her cards exactly right. Jake’s greed would blind him to everything. He’d never even know the painting was forged. At least not until it was too late. She thought about the reaction he’d have when he found out he’d been screwed over. She thought about the look on his face when he finally learned that Zola had gotten the better of him. As his tongue worked on her sensitive clit, she pictured the thoughts that would go through his mind.
She orgasmed picturing Jake granting Zola everything she demanded in the divorce.
*
TRUDY LOOKED AT HERSELF IN the mirror. Was she getting older? She wasn’t sure. She examined the fine lines around her eyes and then shook off all thoughts of aging. She was fine, she told herself. And anyway, she’d turned over a new leaf. The important thing right now wasn’t just her appearance, it wasn’t just whether or not she could pick up college students on Friday night. The real issue was whether or not she’d be able to help her friend. She was as determined as Ariel was to see that Zola got out of her marriage to Jake with as much dignity, and as much money, as possible.
*
VERONICA LAY IN HER BED next to Hank. She felt guilty, she was nervous about what she was going to have to say to him. She knew he would be heartbroken. But at the same time, she couldn’t help feeling thrilled at the opportunity that was opening up before her. She felt as if her life had suddenly brightened. It was as if she’d been living in darkness and all of a sudden the sun had risen. She felt as if a future with Matt was finally within her reach. She could actually see that life happening for her. She didn’t know how her divorce from Hank would be, she didn’t know how difficult he would make that, but she knew that when all was said and done, everything would be worth it. Her happiness was worth it.
Hank touched her shoulder. She’d been lying on her back with her eyes closed.
“What are you smiling about, honey?” he said.
“Oh, nothing, dear.”
He put his hand down on her pussy. She thought it was strange. He almost never initiated sex with her.
“Want to have a roll in the hay?” he said.
She smiled. She was exhausted from her afternoon of fornicating with Matt, but she felt she owed Hank this much.
“Sure,” she said, spreading her legs.
“I’m all yours, baby.”
*
BECKY SLEPT BETTER THAN SHE had in weeks. She was excited to be going to the concert with her dad in a few weeks. She was excited about her schoolwork too. She’d managed to make friends with Sydney and some of the other cool girls at school. They’d been mean to her at first, but after Kyle had adopted her, they’d realized that she had the support of the entire football team. They warmed to her pretty quickly after that.
She was also excited to be single. It had been fun experimenting sexually with Kyle, but now she was more excited to put her sex life on hold. Sex was something that could wait until she was a little older, she thought. It could wait until she found a man she was truly in love with.
*
ZOLA JUMPED IN FRIGHT WHEN she heard Jake enter the house. She’d ben lying in her bed, trying to fall asleep.
“Zola,” Jake called.
Zola didn’t even wonder where he’d been. She was beyond caring about that now. He was going to do whatever he wanted and he wasn’t going to give a thought to her feelings on anything. It wasn’t a real marriage at all. Their entire relationship was a sham and there was no point trying to keep up the pretext any longer.
“Yes,” she cried out, getting out of bed.
“Come down here.”
She could tell from his voice that he’d been drinking. She didn’t dare to think what it was he wanted from her. She got out of the bed and hurried down the stairs in her nightdress.
“Yes, honey,” she said as she entered the living room. She could hear him in there fixing yet another drink.
And then she stopped dead. He wasn’t alone! He’d brought another friend home to visit her.
She felt like collapsing to the ground. She couldn’t think. She couldn’t even breathe. She just smiled weakly at Jake and
the young man he’d brought with him.
“You know what to do,” Jake said. “You know what I expect.”
She nodded. She knew exactly what he expected.
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2014
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