Laci crushed out another cigarette and looked at Abby's social media page. She wasn't too smart posting her location while having an affair, although she did keep Lawrence out of the pictures. Mandy found a few people who saw him leave the hotel, but she hadn't heard much since then. Her sister would handle it the nice way today so she sat the phone down and walked to the wooden railing on the back porch and looked over the mountain view as the heat from the mid morning sun started to make its presence known. She wore only a thin t-shirt and panties and liked how exposed she felt as she leaned over the rail to look over the scenery. The wind blew through her shirt, hardening her nipples against their piercings. She ran a finger over the back of her blue satin panties pulling them into place before she turned to light another cigarette, walking inside to the kitchen.
Lawrence's flight was delayed twice so he stayed in the city and rescheduled his appointments, even the personal ones. He would finish a few clients today and come to the cabin tomorrow so she had another day to dwell on him fucking a 22 year old girl, nine years younger than her. Looking at her phone, she saw the bartender's phone number and hovered her finger over the name; she could text him now and they could meet later for another visit, not in the liquor closet this time. She reached for the vodka for an early screwdriver and her mind went back to the encounter, bent over a cart, his body smashing against her while he took her from behind. A stranger, a younger stranger with no strings attached. Running a finger over her hard nipple, she smiled remembering the splashes of warm cum landing on the small of her back, the sweat dropping from her body in the hot room and the weakness in her knees when the orgasm ran through her.
She moved her hand over the top of her panties and rubbed the soft fabric, feeling her lips under it as she pressed her finger in. Rubbing herself against matching rhythm of her hand, she took her phone out and snapped a picture of the view and hit send before she changed her mind. She sat the phone on the counter and grabbed the OJ from the fridge as the heard the vibrating on the counter.
That was fast
She smiled, liking that he was so quick to reply. She bit her lip as she looked at his message. He sent a picture in the bathroom mirror; it looked like he was getting out of the shower.
Canadian: I can help with that. Let me know and I will see if I can change my plans for the night.
Laci: I can take care of myself, but I may have room for a friend. I'll let you know if my husband stays away.
Canadian: You can let me know even if he doesn't. We can meet in our spot.
Laci: Cute, but I'd rather our spot not be a closet full of alcohol.
Canadian: Then we need to fix it.
Laci: I got to go. I'll call if I can.
She didn't respond to his next message and left her phone in the kitchen, walking back through the living area to the porch. She wasn't interested in his conversation, but she liked the attention and she didn't have a need to delete the conversation. Unlike Lawrence, she made sure no one saw her phone, including her husband.
Looking over the Rocky Mountain view, she shivered as the first sip of vodka cleared her throat.
"Too strong, Laci," she said out load to no one. She grabbed her tablet to look over the accounts and see how much her idiot husband was spending on his girlfriend. This would be over soon, or she would be gone, mob or not. She sat down and rested her feet on the rail, feeling the cold chair against her panty clad bottom and scrolled through the numbers.
After a few minutes and a review showing he'd spent about 1000 dollars, she switched her focus to the baseball games yesterday. She was too hungover to enjoy many of them and spend the day in the hot tub and lounging around the room. Mandy was in Denver, tracking Lawrence so she had the place to herself yesterday and missed her sister. She maybe missed Lawrence, but she was angry with him. She would get over it. She always got over it, but she couldn't stay away from him. If he walked in right now and pulled his cock out, she wouldn't hesitate. She understood the women who dated him and wanted him and, maybe, they could have him one day, but not today, not now. For now, he belonged to her, and he was about to see it her way.
In the background, Laci heard the feint sound of her phone vibrate against the hard counter. It could be Mandy so she jumped up and felt her tits bounce against her t-shirt as she ran into the kitchen.
"Yea, what's up?"
"Hey, it's done," she heard Mandy say in between drags on a cigarette so she reached behind her grabbing a pack from the counter to light her own.
"Done?" Laci asked.
"Yea, we talked. She got it. She took the money and she'll have a new number in 48 hours."
"When do I talk to her?"
"You don't. I told you. It's my way this time. You talk to Lawrence now."
"She needs to know who I am."
"Look, she knows you know so she's gone. She doesn't want the drama."
"Did she deny it?"
"She tried at first but offered to show her pictures and then I offered to show them to her dad and fiancé. She stopped pretending after that."
"Look, tell me about it when you get back. I'll meet you at the bar."
"I'll be there, girl. See ya."
Laci sat her phone down and made another drink. She took a long pull before taking off her shirt and walking to the bedroom. She pulled out a blue bra that matched her panties in case she met up with Nathan tonight; she would probably blow him off but just in case. After adjusting the straps, she decided to put in different nipple piercings, so she pulled the lace cups down and replaced the bars with new ones that had blue ends to match her lingerie. Turning from the mirror she grabbed her jeans and squeezed in them, feeling them stretch over her ass and easily button. She always had trouble finding jeans that fit her ass and her waist. These were close but were lose enough to where she could look down and see her panties in the open space between her jeans and her belly. Taking one last look in the mirror, she put on her boots and made her way to the bar for an early lunch and her sister.
It was a good hour and a half before her sister showed up. Laci had eaten and was sipping on another screwdriver when she walked in. Mandy was one year older and almost a twin. They wore each other's clothes and had the same sizes. The biggest difference was Mandy's jet black hair was shorter than Laci's and her eyes were green instead of light blue like her own. She wore Jeans and a collared shirt with a gun on her hip. She wasn't supposed to drink with the firearm but no one would say anything here and she would turn it in to the front desk to go to her room if the drinks flowed too much.
Laci stood up to hug her.
"You look like a cop."
"A hot cop?"
"Give me a few more drinks," Laci said with a smirk.
"Asshole," Mandy replied.
"Sit down and tell me what happened."
Mandy moved the gun and sat down ordering a Bloody Mary. The young girl behind the bar eyed the pistol but served the drink anyway.
"You know we can just be done with it and talk about fun stuff. I do miss my sister," Mandy said.
"We will have fun. It's just us again today and I have a hot story but not yet. Start talking."
"Fine, I found out from the bartender that they met early and left; he didn't see them again. After her social media posts, I figured I could wait for them and catch her that night, but they stayed outside the city so I hung out at the bar, got a room and waited until the next morning." Mandy took a long drink from her glass and lit a cigarette before she continued.
"He dropped her off at her car and put a lot of bags in the truck before he left her there."
"Did he kiss her goodbye?"
"Laci ..."
"Tell me."
"Yes."
"Did he say he loved her."
"It looked like he said that too, yes. Please don't do this. Let's stop."
"Keep going." Laci flagged down the bartender and changed her Screwdriver to a beer and a shot."
"A bit early for shots, don't you think?" Mandy asked with a cocked eyebrow.
"I wouldn't have ordered it if I thought it was too early. Keep going."
"I followed her to a gas station. When she went to the pump, I confronted her."
