Actions And Consequences Pt 03

I looked in the mirror again to make sure I looked good enough for the interview. Lexi had come over and done my hair. She had done a great job. I decided to wear one of my black dresses. The plunging neckline was just enough to show a good amount of cleavage without being too over the top. It stopped just above my thighs, with a simple cross of my legs it revealed just enough of my thighs. I was planning to use all that I could to make sure I got the job. I was tired of driving around town, and a stable job and a new apartment would give me a foothold when I wanted to talk to Timothy.

As I looked at myself in the full-length mirror, admiring how my boots looked, there was a knock on the door. I grabbed my coat and pulled it around me. I didn't want everyone to see me like this, especially after what happened with Leon.

"Ready?" Chris said as I opened the door.

"Yes," I replied turning and locking the door. I couldn't wait to leave this place. There had been two robberies in the area since I moved in. Timothy would never allow the kids to visit me here.

Chris opened the passenger door of his car and closed it as I got in. "Thank you again," I said as he got in.

"No problem," he smiled at me as we started driving.

"You could have given me directions, and I would have driven there myself," I said looking over at him.

"It's no problem, it's my day off, and I have to go there to pick up my bonus check," Chris shrugged.

I nodded as I looked at the area. I had driven in this area before while on my rideshare. I saw the big sign of the distribution center. Chris pulled into the gate. A large man in a white security uniform stopped the car as we got close.

"Hey Chris," the man said. "Thought you were off?"

"Yeah," Chris nodded. "Picking up my check, and the lady here has an interview."

"Okay," the man nodded.

We rolled forward, and Chris parked his car behind the building. "Employees are supposed to park in the back," Chris said.

"Got it," I nodded as I went to open the door.

"Wait, you were seriously going to leave me?" Chris said as he smiled at me.

"I thought you were coming in?" I smiled back.

"I am, but you need to do something first," Chris grinned as he looked down at his crotch.

"You're serious?" I said folding my arms.

"Leon told us about your little problem," Chris said with a toothy grin.

"Forget it," I shook my head. "I will go in and ..."

"And what?" Chris said staring at the building. It was large with trucks parked all around it. "Where is the entrance? Which office do you go into? Who is doing the interview? Which department?"

I let go of the handle of the door. "Fuck you," I shouted at him.

"Your mouth is saying that but your eyes, they are saying something else," Chris said.

He was right of course. My thoughts were to leave the car, but the other side of me wanted to suck him dry. I had turned into something I couldn't recognize anymore. Even after the night with Leon, I wanted to fuck all five of them.

"Well," Chris said as he pulled down his zipper and held his hard dick.

"And I get the interview, no other demands?" I said trying to make a reason in my head for doing what he wanted even though I would have done it without the interview.

"Sure," Chris nodded.

I pulled my hair back and out of the way as I leaned forward. The moment the head of his dick entered my mouth all of the negative thoughts rushed out of my mind. All I wanted to do was suck him dry.

"Holy shit girl," Chris said as he leaned back. "You going to town on that dick."

He wasn't wrong. I bounced my head faster, making sure I got all of his dick in my mouth. I licked the tip as I looked up at him, his eyes told it all. I was sure his wife never sucked his dick anymore. I made sure I made loud, sloppy noises as I sucked him down to the bottom and all the way back up.

"Damn," Chris said.

I knew he was going to cum. He didn't last as long as I thought. 'Another disappointment,' I thought to myself. Just as he started to cum, I pulled my mouth away from his cock.

"What the hell?" Chris yelled as his cum landed on his lap.

"You said you wanted me to suck it," I shrugged at him. "You said nothing about swallowing."

"Bitch!" Chris said as he tried to clean himself. "I got to meet the wife and the kids in a few minutes."

"Should have thought about that before, now you going to keep your word or..."

"Go inside that door," Chris said as he pointed to one of the side doors, "Ask for Mitchell. Now get the fuck out."

I smiled as I got out the car. I knew Chris would get over it. I am sure he would tell the others, and hopefully, that put any thoughts of them trying to make me out to be their private slut out of their minds.

When I walked into the building, the atmosphere was static. Everyone seemed to be keeping to themselves. I stepped forward to what looked like the main desk.

"Hello," the man behind the desk said.

"I am here for an interview with Mitchell?" I replied.

"Yes," the man said as he looked down at a sheet of paper. "Fill these out and sit right over there, and someone will be with you shortly."

Shortly turned into nearly an hour. I thought they might have forgotten about me until a lady walked up to me. She apologized for the long wait. I followed her down many hallways — each with people in small cubicles or offices.

I entered a small office and was directed to wait for Mitchell. I sighed as the lady left the office. Hopefully, I wouldn't be waiting for too long.

My hopes were dashed after I looked up at the clock and saw that I had been waiting for half an hour. I was near to walking out and finding my way home when a man came dashing into the office.

"I am so sorry," he said as he took a seat across from me. He looked over at my papers. "Well," he said as he sat back in his chair. "Looks, like you have some experience."

I nodded as I looked at him. He was handsome, not in the usual attractive way but in the movie star handsome. He reminded me of the actor that played Doctor Strange in those comic movies. I pulled myself back from staring at this attractive specimen in front of me.

"Yes," I replied as I told him about my past experiences. He nodded at me as I talked. It wasn't until I had stopped talking that I noticed he was staring at my cleavage. I smiled as I gently coughed letting him know I had stopped talking.

"Sorry," he said as he brought his eyes up to meet mine.

"It happens," I shrugged. Which was the truth, my girls had that effect on most men, especially when I wore things that made them noticeable. I leaned forward pushing them against the table. It had the desired effect as Mitchell began to shift in his chair.

"Well," Mitchell coughed as he tried to keep his calm. "I will pass the information over to Kendall," he said as he stood up. I noticed a slight bulge in his pants as he walked past me.

I shifted in my seat as I prepared for the next victim. "Okay, girls," I said as I pushed my boobs up.

"Hi," a voice said from behind me.

"Hi," I said turning around quickly. It wasn't a man but a tall, thin lady.

"I am Kendall," she said as she offered her hand. "I will be showing you around and getting the rest of your information."

"Of course," I said with slight disappointment in my voice.

Kendall was harsh. She didn't let up with the questions. Even though Mitchell had approved of my application, it seemed Kendall would be my direct supervisor. After another hour I left the building with a full-time job, but not close to the wage I wanted, but it was four hours of work. I would still need to do some of the rideshare but not as much.

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After three months I had finally convinced my ex-husband to sit down and talk with me about our children. I sat nervously in the coffee shop that was close to his workplace. It had been a long journey to get here. My job was a pain. Kendall, my supervisor, had been a pain in my side since day one. She did everything in her power to make sure I never got to speak or see Mitchell. She knew if I talked or saw him that I could use my assets to get a better wage or possibly move to another area.

Other women made it clear what they thought of me. Most of them thought I was just there to get a paycheck while others thought I wouldn't last as long as I had. The men, on the other hand, saw me as a pair of big tits and a fat ass. It wasn't my fault I was built like this, and as much money as I was putting away to get a better apartment, I thought I would have started losing weight from not eating as much.

"Hello," a voice startled me.

"Timothy," I smiled as he sat across from me, "Harrison," I said with a bit of reluctance.

"Don't worry," Harrison said as he sat at the table. "I am only here for both of your benefits. As I told Tim, I am not choosing sides."

Harrison had been our family friend and lawyer. I nodded as he set his briefcase down. "First," Harrison said as he looked at both of us. "It's good that you two have decided to meet and talk, most don't even try to talk it out before they are in court."

"We don't want to go to court," Timothy stated.

I nodded. "We can settle this between us."

"Good," Harrison nodded.

What followed for the next half hour was legal talk. There was some disagreement between Timothy and me, but in the end, we agreed that he would not leave the state without written consent from me. I would not have the children over to my apartment until I found a better and safer environment. Also, I was always to have someone else there. Timothy still did not trust me. I agreed to it because he had the right to not trust me after what I had done.

I held my breath as Timothy picked up his phone. I asked him if I could hear my girls.

"Hi Daddy," I heard Sarah say as his sister put the phone near them.

"Hi sweetie, I am here with your mom, you ready to say hi?" Timothy asked.

There was no answer. I nodded that it was okay. "Can you wave to her for me?" he asked. "Okay, thank you."

Timothy turned the phone around so I could see my girls. Sarah and Sandra, my two twins. I waved silently at them, and they waved back. I blew them a kiss, but they didn't respond.

"It's okay," I nodded. "Thank you for the wave. I love you both."

"Daddy?" Sarah said.

Timothy turned the phone back around, and I burst into tears. I had hurt them. Something I promised I never would do. I got up and left the coffee shop. Tears flowed from my eyes like a flood.

"Breathe," a voice said from behind me. I looked at Harrison.

"I'm a monster," I said as I cried into his shoulders.

"They are six years old, they don't understand," Harrison said. "Jacob still wants to see his mom."

I pulled away and nodded. Timothy joined us. "You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said wiping my eyes. "Thank you."

"You have a right to see them. I will try..." Timothy said.

"No, when they are ready, not before." I nodded.

"Okay," Timothy said as he turned to Harrison. "Can we have a minute?"

"Sure," Harrison said as he stepped away. Timothy and I walked a few feet away from the coffee shop.

"I have to know," Timothy said.

"Why?" I asked. I nodded I was expecting this question. The truth was I didn't know, there was no clear cut answer. Timothy was a great man. He had been a great husband. He had always provided for the children and me. The sex was what it was, after so many years of being with someone it was bound to get routine. I knew saying I didn't know wasn't what he wanted or needed.

"Truth is, it was me," I shrugged. "I didn't like the idea of being married anymore. I wanted more and... " I said looking away from him. He knew I was lying. "I saw the opportunity, so I took it."

Timothy stared at me. Even though he knew I was lying through my teeth, he nodded. "Thank you."

"It wasn't you," I said which was the truth.

"I am thinking of dating someone," Timothy said.

Those words hit me in the stomach hard. "Anyone, I know?" I asked. "Never mind, none of my business. Does she make you happy?"

"Yes," Timothy nodded.

"Good," I said as I offered my hand. "Good luck."

"You too," he said as we shook hands.

I watched him get into his car and drive away. "Need a drink?" Harrison asked.

"I wish," I said.

"I'll buy," Harrison offered.

"Absolutely," I nodded.

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After what seemed like four drinks Harrison dropped the question. The real reason why I had done what I did.

I looked over the table at him. "Truth is, I was horny, I didn't feel like sleeping with Timothy, and after hearing how he had been fucking his wife, I wanted to know how it would feel."

"That simple?" Harrison asked.

"Yup," I nodded.

"Knowing what you know now, would you do it again?" Harrison asked.

I had wondered about this question. It had come up in my mind countless times. Some would say it was Karma that had got me the awful apartment, the lousy job, the horrendous boss as well as living below paycheck to paycheck. Some would even laugh and point and say it was what I deserved for fucking another man. Others would say it is what it is and there was no point looking back and wondering about the what-ifs, and that's where I was with the whole situation. I had done it, I could look back and say what if or I wish, but it wouldn't change a thing in the present.

"Yes," I shrugged. I tipped the drink back. "I can't change the past, so why think about it?"

"Good girl," Harrison as he smiled.

Harrison had been a friend of one of Timothy's friends. Somehow he had always been there for us when all the other friends faded away. I stared over at the table at him.

He was a handsome man. I smiled as I remembered some of the things Timothy had said about him when we first met him.

"What?" Harrison asked.

"Nothing," I said shaking my head.

"Spit it out," Harrison smiled back at me.

"A good girl never spits," I said shaking my head.

"See that's the kind of thoughts that got you in this predicament," Harrison said as he pulled my drink away. "Think you have had enough."

"Fine," I said. I told him everything that Timothy had said.

"Well," Harrison said as he sat back in his chair.

"Don't hold it against him. It was just..." I stopped myself. I was no longer married to him, why was I making excuses for him. "He was an asshole."

"And a racist, I am sure he didn't like the idea of you sleeping with a black man," Harrison smiled back.

I nodded. Harrison was the first black man I had thought of sleeping with, and If he weren't married to a good woman, I would probably try to pursue him. "I think we should stop," I nodded putting my drink down.

"I agree," Harrison nodded. It was obvious he was thinking of the same thing.

We paid our tab and walked out into the cold air. "Can't believe we spent that long in there," I said as the day had turned into night.

"You good to drive?" Harrison asked.

"I better not," I nodded. "You?"

"Same," he nodded. "We can share a cab?"

"Sounds good," I nodded.

Harrison got out of the cab first as he looked around. "Will you be okay?" he said as he looked at the guys hanging out at the base of my steps.

"Yeah," I nodded, "They are harmless. Thanks anyway."

"Okay, I can walk you up," he said with a smile.

"You and I both know that will be a bad idea," I smiled back at him.

"You're right if you need anything and I mean anything just give me a call," Harrison said as he gave me a card.

"You got a better job offer?" I smiled as I looked at it.

"I might have something give me a call, and I will see what I can do," Harrison said as he got back in the cab.

I watched it drive away then took a deep sigh. I walked toward the steps. Chris had gotten over our adventure in his car.

"Goodnight guys," I smiled as I climbed the stairs.

"Another brother down huh?" Dru asked.

"No, not him, he is married, and I respect his wife," I said looking down at them as I got to the top. "I am sure if anything did happen it would last longer than," I left it at that as I looked at Chris and Leon.

"Oh damn," Tony said laughing at the two guys.

The others joined in laughing. I was sure there would be a lot of back and forth for the rest of the night. I entered my apartment. I didn't know how I was going to get any sleep. I was beyond horny. It took all of me not to invite one of them inside or all of them. I never had this problem before. It was like some switch had been turned on inside of me. I was constantly horny.

"Another cold shower," I said to myself.

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Kendall was a bitch as usual. I looked at the schedule that was pinned up on the employee message board. I had hoped that I was going to have Saturday off so that I could see my son. I had already put in too many requests to get things settled with Timothy. I looked at my phone as it chirped it was Jacob he had sent me a picture of him skateboarding with friends. I smiled as I remembered the first time I bought him a skateboard he fell and scraped his knee's. Since that time he had become much better.

'See you Saturday?' the text under the picture read. 'I have new moves I want to show you.'

I sighed as I looked at the schedule. 'I will try my hardest. I will let you know as soon as I can.'

I put the phone back in my pocket and walked towards Kendall's office. I gently knocked on the door even though it was open. "It's open," Kendall said in her usual aggravated voice.

"Hello," I said as I walked inside.

"Not another request I hope," Kendall said as she looked up from her computer. "You only come in here with that look when you want to request a day off or a half day. What is it now?"

I sighed and sat in the chair across from her. "You've got to be kidding me?" Kendall shook her head and sat back in her chair.

"It's just that..." I started to say.

Kendall took off her thin-framed glasses and tossed them on the table. She was an elderly lady maybe in her fifties. Her hair was long and thin, black with signs of gray. She held up her hand. "If this is going to be another one of your sob stories."

I shook my head at her. She couldn't understand what was going on in my life.

"I know that look," Kendall said leaning forward. "You think I am doing this just to you, that I have it out for you right?"

"It crossed my mind," I replied.

"I have twenty-two people that I have to make a schedule for, twenty-two people with their own life problems, if I made my schedule around everyone's problems including my own there would be no one working," Kendall sighed. "I have my problems also or do you think everything is rosy for everyone, except you?"

I shook my head, "Of course not, I am not naive. It's just that..."

"It just what? You have to see your son? I have three people that are going through a divorce. They don't come in here every week. Deal with it. Your schedule remains the same. If you call in sick or don't show up, I will put you on the report, seeing as you are still in the probation period that could mean that you will lose your job."

"Fine," I said as I stood up. I understood her predicament, but it didn't make my situation any better. I sent a text to Timothy explaining my situation and asked him if I could meet Jacob later in the day. The reply wasn't what I wanted to hear. He was planning on taking the children to meet his new girl. I was disappointed, but I had to make it right by Jacob.

I knew he wanted a new skateboard. Maybe if I got it for him, it would smooth things over. I sent another text to Timothy and asked if he would mind if I ordered it and sent it to his place.