“Go on, a bit harder, baby.”
Fifi obeyed.
The door swung open. Adrian stood with a bowl of popcorn, the TV blaring in the background. “Vivian?”
Vivian peeled her face from her hands, revealing her tear-stained face. “Oh, Adrian, I’m so sorry to show up like this. I just—I just—” She threw her head back into her hands and sobbed.
“Hey, hey, hey,” Adrian cooed, putting his arm around her shoulder. “What happened? What’s going on?” He took Fifi by the hand and guided them inside and to his couch.
Vivian continued wailing into her hands until Adrian sat down beside them, handing Vivian tissues before pointing the remote at the TV to mute it. “He hit me,” Vivian cried, wiping her eyes with the clean tissues.
Adrian sat back and let her words hang in the air for a moment. “Oh, no, I hope you left him, Vivian.”
“I had to! He knocked me clean over then started kicking me in the ribs.” She held her ribs and winced. While hunched over, Vivian noticed take-out containers on the coffee table. Behind them, she noted a pile of dirty plates in the kitchen sink. Adrian could use a girlfriend to cook and clean for him, she thought to herself. Cardboard boxes sat in the corner of his dining room as if he hadn’t even bothered to fully unpack. The place had minimal furnishings and no décor; it could use a woman’s touch.
“Jesus,” responded Adrian, putting his hand on her knee.
“Do you think we could ... uh—no—I shouldn’t …”
“What, Vivian? How can I help? You need a place to stay?”
“Well, I don’t want to impose …”
Adrian looked from Fifi, who sat quietly on the sofa reading a book from her wheelbarrow, back to Vivian’s makeup-smeared face. “You can stay in my guest room.”
“Are you sure?”
“I won’t take no for an answer,” he responded, his gentle eyes shining reassurance.
Chapter 4
You want this
Three weeks later.
Vivian had started skipping her lunchtime jog and chose instead to play Mary Poppins with Fifi. The two dedicated the time each day to cleaning or organizing a different part of Adrian’s apartment. Vivian had gotten tips on decorations to help transform his condo into a home. Fifi, for her part, was enjoying all the newfound space.
Adrian had taken to coming home for lunch since Vivian would always have a healthy lunch prepared for him. “Hell of a lot healthier than a hotdog!” she would say to him, affectionately rubbing his belly.
When he would walk in the door from work, if Fifi was home, she had taken to running to greet him, jumping into his arms and kissing him on the cheek. The two had developed a good rapport in their short time living together.
That evening, after Vivian had put Fifi to bed, she found Adrian sitting on a stool by the window, looking thoughtful. He patted the stool beside him, inviting Vivian to sit down. She obliged, wishing she could have a cigarette, but Adrian’s condo didn’t have a balcony. She hadn’t had one in weeks and sometimes the cravings overwhelmed her.
“I just wanted to chat about things. Have you heard from Todd?” he asked softly.
“Oh uh, no. And I don’t really want to, after what happened …”
“No, no, of course. I was just wondering ... what you guys are going to do? I didn’t want to bring it up, but I kinda need to know where this arrangement is headed. Are you thinking of getting a divorce?”
Vivian kept forgetting she’d told Adrian she was married to Todd. Why the hell did I do that? Stupid Vivian, she scolded herself.
“I want a divorce, that’s for sure.” She had to keep up the lie--she’d come too far. “But I am terrified Todd is going to track me down and come hurt me or Fifi or both of us. So, I’ve been too scared to contact him about proceedings.” Vivian was digging herself deeper into the lie, but she felt she had to for Adrian to allow them to stay with him.
“Well, how will that work long term? I’m not trying to be pushy, but do you plan to stay married to this guy forever?”
“No ... I just—I don’t know what to do.”
“There are organizations that help women in situations like this. Maybe we should try to find one?”
“Adrian, I just need a bit more time. It’s so fresh. I need to think about Fifi, too.”
“Fifi needs some stability,” Adrian agreed. “I’m just not sure being here is what’s best for her.”
“Oh, it sounds like you want us to leave?”
“No, no. I don’t mean to give you the impression you’re not welcome. It’s just that I would like to know where you and I stand? What is our relationship? We had only just started dating, and now we are living together—which is fine. But what are we? What do you want us to be? Boyfriend and girlfriend? I don’t want to get close to you and Fifi then have the whole thing disrupted.”
Vivian sat for a moment, thinking. She hadn’t expected him to be so forthright. “I think you’re very special, Adrian. I definitely have feelings for you …” she trailed off.
“Okay, well, that’s good. Can you see me as your boyfriend? Would you want to be my girlfriend?”
“I mean, I would love that. I just wanted to take things slowly. I’m really happy living here, and Fifi gets along with you so well. It feels like we’re a perfect little family. I just don’t want to screw anything up.”
“I understand. But the thing is, Vivian, I—um ... how do I put this?” Adrian scratched his balding head awkwardly. “I have certain needs.”
Vivian blinked twice, absorbing what he’d said. Of course. The man needs to get laid, she realized. He can’t bring a girl back with Fifi and I living here, so that’s why he wants to know the status of our relationship. He wants sex. She was relieved Adrian wasn’t kicking her out but was merely asking for a good romp.
“Needs? You mean sex?”
Adrian nodded avoiding her eyes.
Vivian knew precisely what to do. Seduction was her forte. She stood slowly and brushed one spaghetti strap of her nightgown off her shoulder then the other, letting the dress fall to the ground, revealing her breasts. Adrian bit his lip and fidgetted nervously. She walked toward him in just her panties with a sultry smile. Her hands gripped his shoulders as she watched his eyes sparkle with excitement. Leaning toward him, they locked lips.
Their first kiss was far from soft and sweet; it was rather intense. Adrian kissed her back with such hunger and passion, she realized how long it had been since he’d had an opportunity like this. He helped himself to a handful of her ass then let his fingers slip beneath her panty line to explore what was underneath.
“Now it's your turn,” she whispered with a throaty drawl into his ear as she began unbuttoning his shirt. She kissed his neck, licking all around his earlobes, and continued the trail down his chest.
He moaned with excitement.
Finally, after undoing the last button, she slid both her hands under his shirt and peeled it off, dropping it on the ground to join her nightgown. She moved her lips to his chest, where she planted soft butterfly kisses as she worked her way down. Unbuckling his belt, she smiled then let his pants drop to the ground. The belt made a clunk as it hit the floor. She lowered to her knees, and with one fluid motion, yanked off his boxers, revealing his average-sized cock. It jumped out towards her face as if it were on springs.
She took it in her hands and looked up at him, knowing men loved looking down on a woman manipulating their dick. He smiled an encouraging smile as she took his cock into her mouth. Pumping her head and hand up and down his shaft, she used her free hand to cup and massage his balls. This brought him right to the brink and, the next thing she knew, her mouth was filling up with warm liquid as his cock pulsated between her lips. It was quick but it was far from over.
Adrian pulled her up to him, kissed her lips, and whispered in her ear, “Now it’s your turn.” He took her by the hand and led her into his room. His bed was covered in high thread count navy blue sheets, he pushed
her back onto them then spread her legs.
Vivian tingled with anticipation as he kissed her inner thighs. It had been a long time since someone had gone out of their way to bring her pleasure. When she orgasmed, it rocked her entire body. She had to put one of his pillows over her face to muffle her screams so as not to wake Fifi. She’d put on a good performance—though there hadn’t been any acting involved.
He proceeded to enjoy her on every surface of his apartment, save for the places where Fifi would be able to see them if she woke up. He fucked her as if it were the last time he was ever going to fuck anyone. Vivian moaned like a porn star the entire time like she’d learned to do with Todd, though she was getting a heck of a lot more enjoyment out of this than she ever had with Todd.
It wasn’t mindblowing but at least he cared about her pleasure. Plus, he was enthusiastic. Every time he was about to cum, he would cling to her like a koala bear, moaning, “Baby, I’m cumming!”
When their session had finally come to an end, they both laid on his bed, entirely spent.
Vivian smiled to herself. Now he’ll definitely let me stay.
Chapter 5
Real man
Vivian cupped her naked breasts as she looked in the mirror, admiring their splendid new shape. The scarring was finally starting to fade, thank god. It had been a few months since she’d had her tits done—compliments of her new sugar daddy, Adrian.
He wasn’t really her sugar daddy, he wasn’t loaded, but his income was more than enough for the three of them to live on comfortably. Plus, he was so smitten with her that he couldn't help spoiling her—she knew he’d give her anything she wanted after she sucked him off. So, when she’d asked him if he would pay for her to get a boob job, explaining that it would help her rebuild her confidence after what she’d been through with Todd, it hadn’t taken much persuasion. When she’d added how much more he’d have to grab onto in bed it had been a no-brainer for Adrian. He’d simply handed over his credit card with a smile and told her to go for it.
The surgeon had done a magnificent job. Her breasts had been augmented from B cups to Double Ds. Vivian had been concerned they would come out lumpy, so she’d sought out the best plastic surgeon Adrian could afford. His handiwork left her breasts ample, supple, and smooth, her cute little perky nipples standing at attention right where they should.
Butt naked, Vivian let go of her breasts, which bounced pleasantly back into place, and continued doing her hair and makeup. Her routine had been pretty relaxed before, but she now made more of an effort to style her hair and lay her makeup on thick. She was relishing the attention her new style was getting from guys, and Adrian seemed to like it too. A few weeks ago, she’d even gotten herself a tramp stamp—butterflies.
She was putting her curler down when Adrian snuck up behind her and grabbed her around the waist, thrusting his crotch into her naked ass. “God you look so good,” he panted.
“Adrian, please. I’m trying to get ready!” she tried to respond as playfully as possible, doing her best to disguise her annoyance. Since they’d first done the deed, he’d wanted to fuck every single day, often more than once. Vivian never said no, she considered it her ‘rent’. She didn’t have any real feelings for Adrian, but she did enjoy his company and the fact that he was kind and extremely generous with both her and Fifi. He had also done wonders to boost her confidence. Plus, her daughter was starting to adore him. Vivian knew that was dangerous territory, but what other choice did she have? She couldn’t afford to raise Fifi without help.
“Aww come on, baby. Where are you going looking this good anyway?”
“Out with the girls. I told you this morning before you left for work.”
“Ah, yeah. I remember now. You’ve been going out with the girls a lot lately. You sure you don’t have a secret lover I should know about?” Adrian joked, squeezing her tits. Since he bought them, he seemed to think he owned them the way he so casually grabbed them.
She turned to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “And give up all this? Nah, I gotta keep that shit hidden,” she joked right back at him with a wink.
He pulled her toward him. “Come on, baby. Just a quickie.”
Vivian sighed. “All right then, just don’t mess up my hair or makeup.”
“I’ll take it!” responded Adrian quickly, frantically unbuckling his belt.
He was inside her within seconds. She bent over and grabbed the mirror, providing Adrian with an excellent view of her new tits bouncing back and forth. Vivian could feel him grow inside of her at the sight. He reached around and grabbed them as he continued to slam himself into her, building momentum. It wasn’t great for her, but quickies never were. Still, she did her best to act like she was into it, moaning loudly as had become her signature.
Just as Adrian was about to ejaculate, he clung to her like a koala bear and shouted, “Baby, I’m cumming!”
As his climax came to an end, he slumped over her, heaving. Finally, he pulled himself out, and Vivian went to the bathroom to clean herself off. When she returned, Adrian was lying on the bed, still naked, his cock flopped onto his right leg. She continued getting ready, catching Adrian sneaking a peek at her every once in a while.
Eventually, he spoke again, “So, where ya goin’ with the girls?”
“Just a new lounge downtown. It’s opening night and Diane scored us tickets.”
“I bet that’s not the only thing she scored,” responded Adrian, who knew Diane was a dancer at Vivian’s place of work. “Who’s her flavor of the month now?”
“Oh god, I can’t keep track.”
“Well, you look hot.”
“Thanks, baby.”
A moment passed. He was still staring at her, pensively. “Does every guy try to talk to you when you go out?” Vivian looked at her reflection.
Her appearance had improved drastically since she’d started putting in more effort. Foundation hid her wrinkles and spots, heavy lip gloss enhanced her already plump pout, and hair extensions had given her body and length. It was amazing what a bit of money could do for one’s looks. Some may have called her fake, but working around strippers all the time, Vivian was one of the least fake women in her group of friends, who were basically plastic head to toe. So, she rationalized it wasn’t that bad.
“Yeah, of course, but it’s not like I pay attention to them,” she responded, walking over to him and planting a kiss on his cheek. “You have nothing to worry about, baby. It’s nothing but harmless flirting.”
“How do you define harmless?”
Vivian ignored the question and glanced at her watch. “Shit. I’m gonna be late.” She scuttered over to her closet and grabbed the dress she’d picked out earlier. “Would you zip me up?”
Adrian peeled himself off the bed and walked over to her as she yanked it over her body and zipped it up slowly. It was an uber-tight, black-bandage dress he’d bought her a few weeks ago. It didn’t leave much to the imagination and particularly emphasized her new breasts. “Hurry up, baby!”
“Okay, okay, Jesus. I’m done.” He slapped.
She turned to get her shoes and bag. She slid into her knee-high patent-leather boots and ran out the door, shouting goodbye behind her.
Girls’ night was at Folly, the new upscale cocktail lounge that was the talk of the town. Its grand opening had been anticipated for months. Vivian had squealed with excitement when Diane had invited her. Diane’s new guy, Bowser, was a DJ and drug dealer with mega connections.
Vivian arrived to see a line that went around the corner. Luckily, Bowser had gotten them on the VIP list, so Vivian went straight to the front and gave the bouncer her name. He looked her up and down and stepped aside while unfastening the barrier to let her through. She winked at him as she walked in, as was her flirty style.
Screams of drunken laughter indicated to her immediately where her girlfriends were. They were always the loudest, most obnoxious group in the club. Vivian loved it.
They shrieke
d when they saw her, “Oh girl, you smokin’! Get it, girl! Mm-hm, hell yeah.”
Vivian ordered a round of fireball shots. “To get things heated up!” she explained to her girlfriends, who didn’t need an excuse for a free shot.
“Bottoms up, bitches!” They downed their shots and slammed them on the bartop.
“God, your tits look amazing, babe. Dr. Vasquez does hot work!” Valerie, another dancer at her work, was staring at her cleavage, her face about a foot away from Vivian’s tits.
“Go ahead, touch ‘em!”
“Oh my god, can I?”
“Uh, yeah! It’s why I got ‘em!”
Valerie gave them a good squeeze. “God, they’re so firm!”
“Anyone else?”
Diane and a few others reached over for a handful. Vivian could feel the eyes of every man in the club burning a hole into her chest. Well, that’s the point, she thought to herself, smiling.
“Vivian, there’s a hottie with his eye on you!” Diane pointed out, nodding in a direction behind Vivian.
Vivian turned and looked around. “Who?”
“Don’t be so obvi!” Diane slapped her playfully.
“Six o’clock, on the sofa.”
Vivian looked and shrugged. “Meh, not my type.”
Diane looked at her quizzically. “Oh, yeah, and who is your type, exactly? Adrian?”
The other girls were all listening, curious for her answer.
“Obviously not.” She smirked. “I could do way better. I’m just biding my time, ladies.”
Her group howled with laughter.
“God, tell me about it. I’m just waiting for Jake to pay for my lipo and then I’m out,” said Sharon, a fellow cocktail waitress at their club who had hopes of becoming a dancer.
“Gary says he’s not paying for any more lifts until I start giving him more blowies. Can you believe that guy? I go down on him like every other day. There’s only so much dick in my mouth I can handle!” said Josie. She was the crudest of the bunch.
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