While Victoria's smile never left her face as the cops drove off her brown eyes betrayed a very different sentiment. As soon as their vehicles disappeared into the wooded darkness all pretenses dropped, and while she never quite scowled Victoria made no effort to conceal her irritation. Who did those glorified security buffoons think they were? While Earl probably would've let her off with a warning, for some reason
someone
felt compelled to give that idiot Jodi a taste of authority.
"What a joke," Victoria muttered, resuming the short drive towards her drive way. Sure, she was speeding, but she was bored and nobody gave a damn around here. So what if technically this road was considered a county highway? The only reason anyone would have to drive this way would be to travel up the valley to the cabins from the village; Jodi's safety concerns were total bullshit. So what if there were teenagers or college kids messing around? That was not her problem; that was Jodi's problem! Once Terrance arrived he would have a talk with the authorities about Jodi's behavior, and the thought of such sweet vengeance made Victoria's smile as she pulled up to her drive way. This ticket wouldn't last the week before it would be dismissed, leaving that stupid cop with nothing to show for anything but a reprimand.
Thoughts of revenge did little to assuage the bitter truth that remained though; Victoria was bored. Noting that the massive cabin was every bit as empty as she left it Victoria hit the remote, opening the garage door. A full three cars could fit in there, although her vehicle remained the only one that could be considered
modern
. The other two spots were filled with her husband's babies, pieces of shit from before she was even born that he always claimed were antiques or collectables. While pretty to look at she never saw the appeal, hating how much she had to pretend to care whenever he wanted to show them off. Once one of his business buddies joked that he loved those two cars more than he did Victoria, and she didn't find it funny partly because it might actually be true.
Fighting the temptation to key them and claim it was an accident Victoria simply grabbed the small bag of groceries and opened the door to the kitchen. Like all cabins built in the valley, this house was more a full blown mansion. Six bedrooms, with every one of them having their own bathroom, and a pointlessly large pool only fifty feet from the lake, it felt eerily empty with just herself there. Not that she was supposed to be alone, but the help had taken the week off. Even so, her husband should've been there too...but he got delayed by work.
For two days Victoria had been here alone, and boredom was straining her sanity. The cabins were built to entertain company, but in the absence of such there was little else for her to do. The village was quaint, but nothing special. Any visitors usually brought their own entertainment, which around this time of year meant that the stupid trust-fund kids would bring their friends here to party without any supervision. Of course that meant fucking; these jackasses would always bring their frat whores along...or sorority sisters would somehow slip details to their boyfriends. There wasn't much difference between the two as far as Victoria was concerned.
"A message...," Victoria muttered, seeing the antiquated answering machine blinking. She shook her head and ignored it. "How quaint..."
As the mountains made signal reception questionable landlines were still a thing here, although there was plenty of connection...if you knew the password. The locals could afford special connection services, and they did have access to them...but they didn't want others to piggyback on their expense. Unless you knew the password, you were not going to have good reception anywhere out here. If you wanted to have everything available in this playground of the rich, then you had better be here by invitation.
Noting with a self-satisfied smirk that she had the password at least, Victoria set her cell phone down next to the groceries on the table before casually grabbing a bottle of expensive wine. She didn't really need these groceries, but it gave her an excuse to leave the house. She could only relax for so long before she grew truly stir-crazy. Slowly she walked towards the den when she caught a glimpse of herself in the large mirror between the two rooms. Taking a moment to look over herself Victoria smiled darkly at what her husband was missing out on.
Long brown hair so dark most people though it was black ran down both sides of her face, completely straight until growing slightly wavy at the tips. Casually kicking away her shoes before undoing the button on her jeans Victoria gently slid her pants to the floor. Admiring her shapely legs before kicking them next to her shoes Victoria pulled her dark hair behind her shoulders. Casually turning her body from side to side Victoria noted with pride that even at thirty-four years old she still looked stunning. Her husband Terrance wanted a trophy wife, and she looked the part as easily as she played it. While her breasts were always nice, when her husband admitted he liked bigger she obliged. Fortunately her now 34D breasts looked really good on her thin 5'7 body, and her husband certainly liked what he saw too...for awhile. Keeping his interest away from younger, hungrier women was proving harder and harder, but Victoria was not about to let go of this comfortable life. Smiling proudly at her well-toned legs and snug ass Victoria slipped her hand beneath her loose white shirt, casually pulling her bra free and tossing it aside.
"You still got this, baby," she told herself, proudly seeing her firm breasts pressing against the loose shirt. Growing more confident that she could still turn heads without even trying Victoria began dancing, sliding her hands across her magnificent body while watching her reflecting in the mirror. "
Definitely
still got it..."
Giggling at her own vanity, well earned though it may be, Victoria gave one final look at her gorgeous reflection before turning to find her bra again. The shirt was rubbing against her nipples, and while she looked great she was the only one around to see her right now. She reached down when she heard an abrupt crashing sound, making her leap with surprise.
"Shit!" she cursed, wondering what the hell that could be. It sounded serious, like something heavy breaking through thick glass. While the den opened out to the patio thick glass windows separated the two, but there was nothing out on the patio right now aside from a reclining pool chair. Moving quickly to see what this possibly could be Victoria cautiously took the last few steps to the den, brown eyes widening at the sight of the damage. The glass sliding door had been completely shattered, like someone drove a car through it, but she saw no sign of whatever caused this.