"Babe, do you look at other women?" Jim's gorgeous girlfriend asked from the kitchen.
Now, as every man in the world knows, there is no way to win in this scenario. Men are men and cannot help but look at other women, and all women truly do know this despite their continual shock at discovering this fact of nature. However, women also need, and deserve, to be cherished by their men and the fiction that "he never looks at other women" needs to be maintained even though all humans on earth know it to be a lie.
"Of course not Mandy" Jim nervously answered back. "You are more than enough woman for me".
Hearing an appreciative "awe" coming from the kitchen, Jim was relieved that the subject seemed to be dropped.
Tonight was Thursday, and every week this was the time for a girl's night out for Mandy, and Jim was looking forward to being alone in the apartment. This was the one day of the week that he had to himself, and he took this opportunity to catch up on watching porn, drink lots of beer guilt free and generally veg out in his man-cave. While she went out with her friends, he was going to wallow in as much bad (but legal) fun as he could while he had the place to himself.
Mandy and her three gorgeous girlfriends however liked to go out and do different things on their girl's night out and all looked forward to it all week. A couple of years ago they had taken an art class and even tried their hand at belly dancing classes a few times, but most weeks they at least went out to dinner or a movie, each week trying something new as it appeared the men in their lives were less adventuresome.
She and her girlfriends also loved starting their evening by having a few drinks at a local bar before the night's fun began, normally all free as the attention they received from the guys at the bar all charged their egos. They never took any of the propositions they inevitable received seriously, but they all secretly enjoyed receiving them. All of four of them were stunningly beautiful and every man's head always turned when they came into the room. This particular night, Maria, Mandy's hot blooded, an incredibly curvy latin friend suggested they go to see a Wiccan Priestess for this week's new journey of self-discovery.
All of the girls were intrigued by the idea and thought of all kinds of things to ask the Priestess to perform for them. As they had dinner before their meeting together with the priestess, the night turned rowdier than expected as the margaritas flowed quite freely. The meeting with the Priestess wasn't scheduled until midnight and so the girls had quite a bit of time to kill and kill they did by putting a serious dent in the tequila reserves of the bar.
As they got drunker and drunker, the subject of conversation turned to men again and Mandy related the conversation she had had with Jim earlier in the day as all of the other girls rolled their eyes.
"Listen Mandy, I am sure Jim is not cheating on you, but he is a man after all and I am sure he looks" Marie chimed in as the conversation continued.
All of the other girls agreed and related their own stories of how their men had wandering eyes, tossing back drink after drink as the tales were swapped. By the time the third pitcher of Margaritas had arrived, all of the girls were getting pretty pissed, having worked themselves up into a stew over the faithless "eyes" of their men.
"Aren't we enough for them!" yelled Suzanne as she also relayed stories of her boyfriend's visual infidelities.
"You are right girl" interrupted Marie "It is so humiliating, especially when they do it right in our presence. My boyfriend Rene and I were at the beach last week and I swear he had a hard on the whole time looking at all of those whores in their string bikinis on the beach, I could not even have a conversation with him without his eyes darting around, feasting on all of that semi-exposed YOUNG flesh. I really was humiliated and it does not seem to matter to him at all!"
The girls just got madder and madder and drunker and drunker discussing the situation and when they finally got to the Priestess for the reading, they could barely stand. Finally arriving, once they entered the girls were ushered into a small back room, very dark, with only candles for light. In the corner was a stone statue of a beautiful woman with large oversized and quite alluring breasts with four pairs of arms all outstretched in a gesture of offering. This shrine was dedicated to the Goddess Sabina, the VooDoo Goddess of lust and desire, and she was the chief deity they would commune with that night.
When the Priestess came into the room, the girls were nervous but curious and their liquid courage opened them up enough to ask various questions as each were quite curious as to what to expect next. Listening patiently to the drunken ramblings of some bored suburban yuppies, the Priestess finally spoke, and stated that the Goddess Sabina had heard their requests, and after a small sacrifice of honey and wine to the altar, the Goddess would grant their wish.
The girls looked at each other puzzled, as none had made any verbal request, but went on with the sacrifice anyway. After it was over, they chalked the whole experience up to being a bust, as it was not exactly what they expected. Certainly the evening ended with a whimper and not a bang, and it was decided that next week they would go to a palm reader instead, at least THAT usually entitled something happening.
The next day, Jim, as was his habit, decided to go for an early morning jog. Handsome and extremely fit at 31, he liked to keep his body in shape, not only for Mandy, but also for the occasional flirtation from other women that definitely stroked his ego. As he was jogging he grinned when he ran into Samantha, a fairly attractive woman who lived in his and Mandy's building, with an ass on her that Jim often fantasized about. She was a biker and also in top shape, often riding on the same trail that Jim jogged.
This was no accident as Jim always loved running into her so he could enjoy checking out her body so he made sure to jog the trail where he would most likely stumble across her path. He was not looking to cheat on Mandy, as this was not a scheme to actually hook up with Samantha, but, as men are men, only an opportunity to catch a quick look every once in a while. As they politely chatted as "neighbors", he had much to look at today as Samantha was looking quite fine in her black sports T, tight running shorts and long muscular bikers legs as well as of course her spectacular ass.
Right as he was in the middle of talking to Samantha Jim suddenly felt hands, feminine and delicate, but still amazingly powerful hands, start to rip at his at his clothing. He was at horrified at this ghostly attack and his mind could not comprehend what was happening. First his shirt was shredded and he was flipped onto his back as his shoe and socks flew into the air as he struggled but there was nothing he could do as he was assaulted by 8 pairs of phantom hands. His mind was a blur as he desperately tried to make sense of what was happening but despite his struggles before he knew it his invisible attacker had rapidly stripped him completely naked. Stumbling to his feet he quickly tried to cover himself but he felt his arms restrained behind his back in an obvious show of force, but also to humiliate him.