One Thing Led To Another Pt 02 1

One thing led to another. Part two

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All people engaged in sex are eighteen and older.

We first met Loving Wife Vicki here:

Betrayed by a cheating husband with a huge dick and by her family

I went to work Tuesday about ten thirty. I came through entrance and used my key card on a lanyard to get past the receptionist, and waved at her. I looked brutal. I my face was now hues of purple and black, there were stitches in my eyebrow.

We had two floors and there were stairwells and cubes here and there so I could skulk around and get to my office without being on parade. My tit hurt so bad.

I knew I had slid into a very dark place. I felt fine about my retribution, wished I'd done more actually. I had said that everyone was dead to me, well I was as close to dead as there might be. I would never let them back into my life. Ever.

Big words of course. It's just that I had no life. My insides felt like those black and white photos of Dresden, Germany after it had been firebombed. The pavement had outlines of bodies that had been eviscerated, nothing left.

I made it into my office and I could see Harlan talking to the managing partner of the firm. Another of my dad's friends, Donald Johnson. He noticed I was here and immediately stood up and opened the connecting door and came in. I was wearing some faded jeans with Seattle Mariners tee shirt with Ken Griffey, Jr.'s face from when he was young, before I was born. Some white runners and a simple ponytail. I had taken all my earrings out. No make up.

"Jesus Christ Vicki, you shouldn't be here. Where are you staying? Your parents are worried sick."

I held my hand up and said, "Stop right now., "Looking at Harlan I said, "Are you my attorney?"

Forcefully, "Yes."

"I should be here. I'm staying at a battered woman's shelter. You betcha my parents are worried sick. But it's not about my or my whereabouts. They openly conspired with my husband's family to hide his infidelity from me. Mommy dearest is worried that I will reveal that she was sleeping with my husband. I was confronted by her at my condo. I feared for my safety and went back to the battered woman's shelter. I must talk to my attorney now, you know attorney client privilege," my voice had gone up several decibels and I stood up and stared at him.

He left.

Harlan looked at me and raised his eyebrows.

"I need some water first."

He rushed into his office and went into his back area where there was a refrigerator and returned with a handful set them on the coffee table in his office. He motioned for me to come into his office. I had been leaning against my desk and took a step towards his desk and I guess I fainted.

I was not out long. He carried me into his office and laid me on the couch. I woke up and I was surrounded by secretary pool pals. They were rubbing my cheeks with some ice and taking my temperature with one of those forehead things.

"Her temperature is 96 degrees for fuck's sake. Give her some water."

There was a hand behind my head and a bottle to my lips and I drank a bit, "Just a little more hon."

It took a bit, but I finished the bottle and I felt better and another bottle was brought to me.

"Child when did you last eat?"

" For a meal, maybe Friday. I had some apple sauce on Sunday,:

"Heat up a bagel, there's some fresh ones in the kitchen."

I ate one with some cream cheese.

I scooched up in the couch and said, "Thank you. I knew I could count on my pool pals, my love tank has been running on empty lately," and I shrugged my shoulders and cried. I was engulfed in many momma's arms and it was like being in a warm pool.

I said, "Pals I need to talk to Harlan, okay?"

He emerged from the back room and asked, "Are you okay?"

"For a while at least. Here is what I believe I need:

1. I need a divorce attorney, a fucking shark and a woman.

2. I need another attorney to sue my mother for conspiring to hide Jamaal's infidelities and for sleeping with him. There's something bad wrong between my parents. There's this weird ass domination thing going on where she beats him.

3. I need to a PR firm to destroy them.

4. I want to take my grandmother's maiden name on my dad's side,

5. I want to sell my condo now it's in my name and put it into a trust.

6. I'm worried for my safety and have nowhere safe to stay.

7. I believe that my grandmother set up a trust that I'm supposed to come into. I think I should have received money when I was twenty one. I think that my dad is the trustee, but I fear he's been compromised."

He said, "Have some more water and there's some pizza in the kitchen. I have to make some calls."

There was sausage and jalapeno pizza, my favorite and Canadian bacon and pineapple, which I'm supposed to hate according to snobs back east, but it's wonderful. I had four pieces and a ton of water and I felt better, the oldest of my pool pals came in and took my temp again. Pronounced it at 97.9 as, "Pretty damn fine, you betcha."

She sat down and folded one of the sausage pieces and ate it.

She said, "The next five or six months are going to really hard for you. Buy yourself a rescue dog, at the pound, potty trained and a couple of years old a labrador retriever, big enough to protect you and he'll sleep with you. So you're not alone.

Whatever you do don't fuck some predator guy. I'd recommend not for a year. Buy a vibrator and watch porn. You'll know when you don't have to do so. Netflix and YouTube. Walks with your dog with a leash. If somebody comes after you let the leash go so he can protect you."

I looked at her and said, "Can I call you mom?"

"Of course."

Harlan put it all together.

He sent me to the Four Seasons hotel up the street. Said it was on the firm, food too and gave me his card."

I drove my trusty Trooper to the garage and went up to check in and the reservation under Harlan's name was done and they were pleased to meet his (beat up daughter).

I stayed in the room and did some yoga stuff on Sunday. I had three hamburgers that night. I ordered them at five, seven thirty and nine. Sweet potato fries and bacon. I turned on the television and watched a Netflix show, Emily in Paris. Lily Collins who was this skinny little lovable skank who slept with her friend's boyfriends, her friend's little brother, all the while cheating on her black boyfriend who seemed to be pretty good in the sack.

There was a bar and I made myself a drink of Kahlúa and rye whisky on ice. It helped me go to sleep and was wonderful.

I woke about six fifteen, give or take. I gathered up all the wreckage, three hamburgers and drink trays outside the door. I ordered a pot of coffee, three fried eggs, hashbrowns, sausage, double order of toast and peanut butter, two bananas and Greek yogurt.

Powered through the eggs, yogurt and hashbrowns, most of the coffee and ordered another two pots. Then it was peanut butter on the toast with bananas and sausage.

Unbelievably good.

When I checked in I weighed myself on the old fashioned scale with weights across the top and it was one hundred and eighteen pounds. When I got married I weighed one hundred and thirty seven pounds. I called mom at work and told her about the weight loss.

She asked if I was eating well and I said for three straight meals. She said to leave it alone, the worry and for me to keep on eating.

Just after nine Alexi called.

She said, "Hey girl just checking in. Where are you?"

I did not respond at first and said finally, "Alexi, don't take this the wrong way. But fuck off. I'm going to block you bitch. And have a good life. Not."

I found this movie on Amazon prime called Pitch perfect. Anna Kendrick and Hailee Steinfeld, Rebel Wilson, Alexis Knapp, Esther Dean, Brittany Snow. I was blown away.

Anna Kendrick playing Becca, she was an Academy Award Nominee and she could sing her fucking ass off and all these queer vibes between her and Brittany Snow, fuck me, they're so fucking hot. Anna's got these huge tits, and drop dead gorgeous. I wanted to fucking kiss her so, much. Both of them with me. I should have stayed queer, " Wufffff I, fuck just had my hand on, not in my cunt, holy sweet Jesus. I paused the movie.

I went to the shower and washed my hair and body. The stitches itched in my nipple and eyebrow. I thought sticking my hand into my cunt, but thought I was going to get used to some beautiful woman's face between my legs.

I felt I'd come home, in my mind. I found this lesbian hair salon that was two blocks away and they had a gallery of shots and I saw mine.

Very short on one side, butch sort of, but then a thick fluffed interwoven falling, so thick down over my shoulder (Her's but soon mine). I called them and said, I was stuck in my room at the Four Seasons and was coming out. I was a battered wife and I knew the cut I wanted. They could be to my room at three.

I was ready at two. I bought some lemon douche to go with my lemon scent. My bush was still uncut as was my under arms. Should I stop shaving my legs. I thought I'd leave that up my woman when we connected. My face was shades of purple and yellow as were my tits.

I had some cut off sweatpants and a too tight pink wife beater from high school, with tons of cleavage and side boob that ended right at my belly button. There was a line of quarter inch high red curls running from my bush to my belly button.

I watched Pitch Perfect two and Anna was so fucking, I mean I wanted her to take me and Brittany owned her sweetness.

Just fuck, but holy mother Aimee Steinfeld, soft voluptuous and her voice for fuck's sake. Why did I ever hook up with that asshole when there were women like her.

I googled her on my phone and she was living with this this football player and she looked a brunet Marilyn Monroe. Maybe she needed a personal assistant, fuck.

I was never happier when I submitted to that butch teacher and the college girls.

Lots of strap on love. I'd never been cheated on by a queer girl and knew it could happen, but I'd be her best wife, I could cook and I'd make her feel my love."

Mom said not to rush things. My cunny was telling me other things. I was sopping wet. Right the fuck now. She was telling me she was very needy. I had seen Anna in Simple Favor with Blake Lively and Anna stole the movie from her, my little dynamo. Lively was married to Green Lantern's Ryan Reynolds and she purportedly was a bitch to Anna. Fuck what a bitch. Anna wasn't married, I was pretty, maybe, if I got lucky.

My doorbell rang. Oh fuck. I ran to the door and opened it. She was taller than me, her completely bald skull had pink hearts tattooed across it. She had a platinum septum ring.

My head started dancing to an unheard rhythm as I locked eyes with her and my hips joined the dance and my hands were on my hips and I pushed my shoulders together pushing my girls up to her. She was hard and thin and long. I craved wrapping my softness to her sooo fucking bad. I had gotten closer to her and I was going to show her my softness.

Her hand was now on the middle of my chest. Short nails, dark purple polish.

She said, "Haircut?"

I nodded. She walked in and put her bag on the bed and pulled one of the chairs into the middle of the room and spread this cloth around the chair. I could not take my eyes off her. Black tights, Doc Martins, black wife beater. She was a runway model beautiful where I was a naughty lingerie model.

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I'm sorry. I haven't been with a woman for seven years, I got fooled by an asshole and pushed into it by mom and best friend. Fuck say something."

"He beat the shit out of you. I've seen you on CNN. Went to a rally for you, raising money for your legal fund."

"Can I make love to you, I've missed you before I knew you."

"I fucked her after a show in Vancouver, she's bi-sexual. "

I jumped up and stomped my heels and started crying, "I know I'm not pretty like you, but fuck, you're so fucking hot. My body's screaming at me. You've made me sopping wet."

I stood there my head bowed to the floor and cried. Her hands were on my shoulder and guided me to the chair. She wrapped this cloth around my shoulders, and then shaved the left side of my head, which didn't take very long. She pulled me up and took me into the bathroom. She turned the water on in this double sink and when it had filled up and she gently pushed me forward and put my hair in the water and then shampooed my hair and rinsed it, let the water out, then filled it up again.

I would not look at her in the mirror. I had never felt so humiliated. This was some of

Karma for sure.

Once again she pushed me forward and my hair was in the water and she rubbed conditioners (I'm guessing) and fluffed it up with her hands and added something that gave it luster. Then she put she wrapped strands in this foil or something and then there was a curling iron on all of that. We were well into an hour or longer. I felt so totally alone.

Then she used a hair dryer and unwrapped stuff, which took forever. She ran her fingers and a brush through my hair and turned me around. Did her thing and finally turned me around and she said, "Look!"

My mouth dropped open and I looked so beautiful and so queer. That felt good.

I said, "Wow I've never looked beautiful and queer. Thank you. I'm sorry I threw myself at you. All I want to be is a good wife for a strong woman raise our kids. I saw you and I started dreaming I could be your wife, "I shrugged, "I would be so proud for everyone to see me on your arm. I would be true and I'd make you feel my love."

I looked down at the floor. Her finger was under my chin and she directed me to look at her.

She said, "Not like this. I cannot take advantage of you."

I said, "I'd settle for that, everyone else always has."

"Tell you what, let's stay in touch and I'll be your stylist. Every six weeks or so ok?"

I said, "I was thinking of getting some lip rings, what do you think?'

"No don't do that, but right up here where the stitches are, that would look smoking hot."

She was awake downstairs and leaking and I was so enthralled.

She leaned forward and said, "Wait for me, I will take care of you, " then she kissed me.

End part two.

Coming soon Vicki becomes a Loving Wife