Geena was so mad she wanted to break everything in her house. Dave had used her, but she didn't see it until now. Actually, she didn't want to see it until now. Those smoky eyes, his easy-going laugh, how he charmed her into having sex with him. Not just one time, but many.
And Geena, always aiming to please him, gave him blow job after blow job when he rarely bothered to do anything more than fondle her breasts, deliver a quick fuck, or give her the occasional kiss. He never even took her out except when he met her at the bar when their friends were getting together. Geena really thought they had a connection, especially after the way Dave held her close at night, or at least until he had to get up at four in the morning to head home.
Looking back, Geena knew it wasn't the best relationship. Dave always seemed to call her only after he had plenty to drink. How he managed to get to her house was always a surprise. Half the time she expected the police to show up instead of Dave, talking about how he was arrested for driving while intoxicated, or perhaps in the hospital after crashing his car into a light pole.
Geena knew why she took the abuse. She didn't have the body or the face of a model. She wasn't bad to look at, but definitely could stand to lose about 50 pounds, which she knew was the biggest reason men didn't want to date her. But Dave was different. He overlooked her weight and, because of his good looks, Geena was flattered that he chose to sleep with her.
But when they were out drinking with friends one night at the bar last week, Dave dropped the bomb, and her. He said he didn't want to sleep with her anymore because he felt she was getting too attached to him.
No matter how much Geena denied it to Dave, deep down she knew she was growing fond of him-and the sex-even though she knew Dave wasn't a good choice for her.
What infuriated Geena most, though, was the fact that she didn't get the chance to break it off. What nerve he had! After all that time he said she was great in bed. Night after night Geena remembered the closeness she thought they shared, remembered his hard cock being inside her as he whispered "I'm cumming." It gave her goose bumps just thinking about it. But now she knew it was all fake; it was just about sex and nothing else. She couldn't believe she considered him a friend.
The more she thought about it, the angrier Geena got. After a while, Geena realized that she was going to get even with Dave, even if it took a year to do it.
The first thing she had to do was to make herself so attractive that when he saw her, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from wanting her again. Geena knew it would be hard; after all, she had tried to lose weight before, but never with such a goal in mind. For six months Geena exercised, ate fruits and vegetables and chicken, and focused all her energy on getting revenge. Occasionally Dave would call, and Geena would be cordial, never letting him hear the anger or the hurt she felt after her dumped her. Geena also avoided seeing Dave. She wanted him to be totally taken off guard when he saw her again.
By the time Geena was ready to put her plan into action, she was looking great. She had lost 65 pounds, her stomach was flat; her breasts, though still large at 36D, had regained their bounce, and her skin was flawless from eating right. Geena even spent more than she should have to have her teeth whitened and get laser surgery on her eyes. No more glasses, no more fat clothes. This was all-out war, as far as she was concerned.
Occasionally, during her workouts at the gym, Geena saw a few guys checking her out. But as badly as she needed sex, her energy was more focused on getting even. Geena had even made a checklist to be sure her plan would work perfectly.
Finally, the day had come to bury her stinger into Dave's side. Most people after six months would have let it go, but Geena never did. Revenge was driving her now, for good or bad, and she wasn't going to let up until she saw this through.
Geena's friend Betsy was having a birthday party, and Geena knew Dave was invited. The opportunity to destroy him was at hand. Geena dressed in the most seductive outfit she could find. It cost her a fortune at the designer boutique, but it was so worth it. She wore black silk pants, five-inch stiletto heels, and a camisole top that hugged her tits while showing off just enough cleavage and plenty of skin to drive any guy crazy. Her dark brown hair had grown out and was sleek and shiny, as was everything on her body. Geena even got a friend who worked at the movie studio to send over her professional makeup artist with a talent to make any woman look flawless. Just before leaving her house, Geena looked in the mirror and was stunned at what she saw. She was, for the first time, beautiful in her own eyes. All that hard work, and now, after tonight and destroying Dave, she would go out and have a real life, and as much sex as she could with only the best-looking men in town.
When she got to Betsy's house, only a handful of people were there. Many of their friends hadn't seen her in a while, and made such a fuss over how great she looked, Geena became somewhat embarrassed at all the attention. After about an hour, she heard Dave's voice, and her heart started pumping hard when she knew this was it. Geena purposely went in the backyard away from the big group. She overhead some people talking to Dave about how great she looked, and knew Dave, with his ego, would go looking for her, and sure enough, not 10 minutes later, he was standing there staring at her.
"Geena," Dave's voice questioned.
"Oh, hi Dave," Geena responded nonchalantly.
"You look amazing." Dave's eyes wandered up and down her body several times.
"Thanks, Dave," smiled Geena casually. "What have you been up to? Haven't seen you in a while."
"Not much, same old thing." Dave took a long drink of his beer, trying not to take his eyes off Geena. Damn, she looked great. She was thin and firm, but still had those giant breasts he loved to grab. He was ready to grab her and fuck her in the bathroom, and knew she would not put up any fight. She would still be grateful that he paid any attention to her before and would do anything he said. He knew she was crazy about him, no matter how cool she was acting.
"Well, I guess I better find the birthday girl and see if I can help her with anything," Geena said.
"Don't rush off," Dave grabbed her arm gently. "Why don't we head over to the pool area and talk a bit?" He flashed one of his million-dollar smiles at her.
Geena knew how Dave worked, and thought that it was falling into her plan perfectly. "Sure, why not? It's been a long time since we chatted," Geena responded, knowing full well that Dave had never said anything of importance to her besides "suck me off."
Dave led Geena over to the chaise lounges by the pool, and they spent most of the evening together just chatting about things. From outside the conversation, anyone could tell there was an attraction there, and that Dave's constant touching of Geena meant he was really making a play for later.
All his flashiness, thought Geena, how could I ever have thought this guy was anything. He drinks way too much; and truthfully, he's drunk right now and has such an ego. I know he thinks I'm a sure bet tonight. Well, let him just keep thinking that, Geena smiled as Dave mumbled on about something Geena could care less about.
"It looks as if Betsy is cutting the cake," Geena said looking into the house. "Let's go inside." "Okay," Dave replied, "but don't leave without saying goodnight," he smiled.
"No way," grinned Geena, as they went inside, Geena in full control and Dave tripping a little from all the beer.
By midnight, the party was breaking up and Geena was ready to go, but not without her prize. She knew it was only a matter of seconds before Dave approached her with a proposition.
"Goodnight, Dave," flirted Geena. "It was great to see you," she said, as she leaned into him to kiss him on the cheek.