Lisa woke Tuesday morning with a minor hangover and feeling a bit worn out. Three straight days of hard partying and unbelievable sex would do that, she supposed.
On Saturday Lisa's soon to be ex-husband, Hugh, had cancelled their "second honeymoon" to Hawaii so that he could go to New York to handle a client matter. Ever since Hugh had gotten into law he had become more and more distant and much less the man she married.
They had met when they were college athletes. They had to always watch their diets to compete; they could not drink all that much and the NCAA tested them for drugs so no marijuana. That left one outlet for the energy of youth; sex and they had participated in wild abandon.
When they married, they were training together for amateur bike racing. Lisa still did eat properly (mostly) and stayed in peak shape because she loved to race and compete. She also liked the admiring looks she often got, considering it a reward for hard work. And she used those looks to her advantage in business, distracting men with a flash of thigh or a bit of cleavage. Lisa liked to tease.
Hugh had gone to law school where all of his competitive drive was focused on getting the highest prestige he could in law. He became a law review editor and eventually landed a job at one of the most prestigious law firms in the world. The cost was his body, his health and now his marriage. He worked until 10 or 11 every night of the week plus every weekend. He never had time to exercise and his food was almost always take out from some local greasy spoon near his office in downtown LA.
They never spent any time together, ate a meal together and they had sex, at the most, once per month. Lisa was going through lots of batteries. As a bit of an environmentalist she switched to a plug in magic wand, for the most part, just to avoid the toxic batteries she introduced to the waste stream.
Hugh had promised "quality, not quantity" and had planned many special evenings and weekends together. He had reservations at the best, most expensive restaurants in LA. Booked weekends in the California Mountains or at romantic B & B's on the coast. Invariably he would need to cancel at the last minute because some client matter had come up only he could handle. They had planned this trip to Hawaii as his apology for all the missed dates and he had then cancelled that trip as well.
Lisa wanted a husband, and Hugh wanted to make partner at this firm. He had made his priorities very clear and Lisa had decided then and there to call the marriage quits.
The next thing she decided to do was to make up for all the sex she had been missing for what seemed like decades. Her pent up frustrations had caused her to cheat once on a business trip to Colorado Springs but since Saturday's announcement that she was getting divorced she had her first threesome with two guys - her neighbor's son Colin, home from college and his friend Vinnie. Both were on their college rugby team and both were HUNKS as far as Lisa was concerned. The experience was her first threesome and her first double penetration.
And the nice thing about Colin is that he was right next door, only a few steps away from fulfilling her needs in the future... or at least while he was home from college.
On Sunday Lisa did some unexpected exploration of her sexuality. She discovered that she could be gender fluid - with a man or woman as her passions demanded when she had another threesome with Karl and Colleen. She had made a mental note that she would need to be seeing them again.
On Monday she had done the first higher risk sex since college by fucking a consultant on the conference room table. It had been incredibly naughty and incredibly hot. Michael was another person she would have liked to see again, but once was enough. Her own marriage wrecked was enough. No need to wreck Michael's too.
All of the encounters had involved drinking and smoking a good deal of weed. Today she just felt strung out. She made her usual breakfast of a smoothie but with a major dose of caffeine then hopped on her bike for her daily work out. In this case a slower paced cruise around her Southern California town. This was supposed to be a recovery workout anyway.
She got home and changed into yoga pants and a tank top then got to the tasks of packing up Hugh's stuff. She had arranged for a corporate apartment near his office in downtown Los Angeles. They would put the contents of his closet into some boxes, take his dresser. She gathered up all his toiletries into a bag then gathered some stuff she thought he might want and other stuff just to mock him, like his exercise equipment and bike. She was about to throw something in the trash when she noticed the used condoms from her weekend festivities.
"Didn't think that through" Lisa muttered to herself. The idea had been to have Hugh find out about her lustful weekend by finding the used condoms and cum stains on the sheets. She had then gotten a court order to keep him out of the house and set up the apartment for him. Now she realized that he would never be in a position to see these items.
"No matter." She thought. "The sex was great and that's what counts."
The movers arrived at about 2:30 and packed up Hugh's stuff. They arranged to meet at the corporate apartment at 8:30 the next morning. Lisa noted that the driver was a young, very muscular black man with a charming and warm smile. His assistant was a white guy with the scraggly look of an extra from "Deliverance" down to the missing teeth. Any thought of a threesome at the corporate apartment vanished when the assistant opened his mouth. Lisa swore she hear banjos when he talked.
She was very pleased that the driver could not seem to keep his eyes off her butt. That's why women wear yoga pants after all, though that had been the furthest thing from Lisa's mind when she chose the outfit. They are comfortable too.
Later that afternoon Lisa got a call from her lawyer. Hugh had been served with the order keeping him from the house and had hired a lawyer. Hugh's lawyer said Hugh would not be returning until Friday. Apparently his colleagues in New York were taking him out to dinner out of sympathy.
"So I can stay at the corporate place Wednesday night!" Lisa thought "And Thursday! I should get packed."
The next day was Lisa's usual rest day from exercise. Her coaches had always emphasized recovery. Nevertheless she still had to meet the movers at Hugh's new apartment at the appointed hour.
Today was supposed to be a work day. She was supposed to be moving Hugh into his new apartment. The only concession she made to that was wearing sneakers. She wore a very short pair of denim cut off shorts and a blouse tied so iron flat stomach and tight belly button shoes. The blouse was unbuttoned to show off her cleavage, just a little too naughty to be professional. She was simply a 21st century LA version of Daisy Duke
"If Deliverance", as she had begun thinking of assistant who obviously spent way more on tattoos then dental care, "is around then I think I'll have them send up a maintenance man or go down and grab that college kid at the front desk.
The apartment was set up so two business people could share it equally. There were two master bedroom suites; each decorated the same and each with the same view of the office windows across the street. It was a typical downtown rental for people who came to LA on business for extended periods of time and did not want to take a red eye flight back east every Thursday.
When she arrived she found, to her delight that the driver was there alone, already working. He was taking Hugh's dresser off a dolly and setting it upright by himself, having just picked a room arbitrarily, as she had instructed.
"Damn this man is strong." Lisa thought. "And coordinated and gorgeous".
"Hi! I know we met yesterday and I'm sorry but I've completely forgotten your name." Lisa sparkled, extending a hand to shake after he had set the dresser down.
"Oh, hi. It's Ron Sledge, so my friends call me 'Hammer'. It's a Marine nickname. And you're Lisa, right?"
"And where is... The other guy... you know, Deliverance?"
