Author's Note: I took some of the great suggestions I received from my readers and have incorporated them into this story. I hope you enjoy it.
Constance Drummond griped inwardly as she snuffed out the candles on the Dining Room Table.
She cursed under her breath as she slowly emptied the serving dishes into the Tupperware bowls and put the lovely meal she'd prepared in the fridge.
By the time she was putting the dishes and glasses in the dishwasher, she was swearing openly and banging things in frustration.
Constance was cursing rather profusely as she climbed the stairs to the Master Bedroom she shared with her husband, Geoff.
Damn him, fuck him, that idiot sonofabitch! How could he? Idiot fucker working late on our 10th Anniversary.
Constance sighed as she let her hair down and got out of the black satin dress that was Geoff's favorite. She probably shouldn't have been surprised. Working late meant more money, more money meant bills got paid faster and they could have nicer things. He was a practical man, her Geoff. A practical man without a romantic bone in his body.
He had a good heart and he treated her well. She wanted for nothing, Constance knew. Except passion. Fire. Heat.
When she met Geoff, at the beginning of college, he was exactly what most of her friends were looking for. Attractive, motivated, stable and attentive. When they passed the "dating" stage into the "couple" stage, he called every day. It was sweet, he cared about her. The college he was attending was a 2-hour-plus drive, so he couldn't see her every day, just weekends. Her friends told her how lucky she was, to have a man like that, he was going places.
He joined the prestigious publishing house his uncle ran immediately after graduation, they were married a few months after that. He was going places, her Geoff, her parents and friends all told her that.
The trouble now was – Geoff wasn't going places, he seemed to be standing still. He worked his butt off, but he was still only a junior VP. Constance thought working for his uncle's firm was holding him back, but if she dared even broach the subject with him, she was dismissed. In her own mind, her uncle-in-law seemed more interested in promoting his own offspring, who were barely competent – than in doing what was best for the company.
Geoff would come home, tired and haggard, barely speak through dinner. Their sex life had dwindled to a few times a month. That wasn't enough. Not for Connie, who loved being held and made love to.
Okay, self-pity time was over. If Geoff wasn't going to pay attention to her, she had other options.
She went into her walk-in closet and headed to the back. To the box of clothes that Geoff hadn't seen. That she hadn't worn in over 10 years. Rummaging through them, she found what she wanted. An evil smile came over her face, a look her somewhat-staid husband would not have recognized.
She stood in front of the vanity and let her blonde hair down, brushing it until it gleamed. If fell loose, with just the slightest of waves, around her shoulders. Next, she lined her eyes with a pale blue eyeliner and brushed mascara on her eyelashes. Constance then applied a dark red, nearly scarlet lipstick to her full lips. She made herself up to look wild, passionate, ready for anything.
Next came the clothes. Clothes that would have likely had her husband filing for divorce had he seen her wearing them.
Fuck that!
Constance couldn't have cared less at this point.
She slid into the tiny, daring black thong and matching bra. It felt sexy and naughty against her skin, she felt like she was shedding one persona and donning another. Following that, she donned a black leather mini that barely covered her ass. Then she put on a red PVC top, doing up only half of the four buttons and leaving her tummy bared. A black leather jacket was next. Finishing the nasty ensemble were her old, still-hot, thigh-high, black leather boots. Constance was gone,
Connie
stood in front of the mirror. She admired herself. I look fucking HOT, she thought to herself.
Connie got into her Audi – looking around to see none of the neighbors in her overly-snooty neighborhood were watching. Nope. She knew where she was going. Her body tingled as she pulled out of the driveway. There wasn't a second of hesitation, Connie knew what she was after.
There were things about Connie that Geoff didn't know, things she thought she'd left behind, buried forever. Connie knew now that those parts of her weren't gone, just submerged. Her past was coming back and there wasn't anything she could do to stop it. There was nothing she WOULD do to stop it.
She pulled into the full parking lot. It hadn't changed much in nearly 11 years, the place was still packing them in. She locked the car and realized she hadn't brought her purse. Oh well – she doubted she'd have to buy her own drinks tonight.
She walked into "Wildkatz" and saw the pretty, nude Asian girl doing her set. Lots of men ogling the girl as she moved sensually atop a pair of silver stilettos. Men changed, but things didn't. Nearly eleven years earlier, it had been Connie on that same stage.
Geoff had no idea that while he was away at his college, his pretty, sweet, adorable girlfriend was taking her clothes off in a Titty Bar for a bunch of horny men. And when the mood struck her, fucking a few of them. Once or twice, even a few of her fellow strippers. But her favorite cock, by far, had been ===
"Jesus Christ! CONNIE?"
She turned around as she heard her name. Eleven years came rushing back. Eddie was still there, still dark wavy hair, still eyes that nearly sucked you in, still lean, still with a subtle, slightly dangerous aura.
He gave her a hug and she felt his hand cup the cheek of her ass. Yeah, he hasn't changed either, she grinned inwardly.
"Hell girl, what the fuck are you doing here?"
She tilted her head to one side and gave him a look filled with promise. "Buy a girl a drink and I'll tell you." He nodded and she followed him to the bar, sashaying ever-so-slightly, remembering well how good it felt to have men look at her body, want her, desire her. Even in her 30's, Connie still had it.
Eddie eyed her carefully – this was the one that got away, the best fuck he'd ever had, bar none. He knew he'd been an ass, cheating on her with Bo, but she'd been there and Connie wasn't and ...
"You still drinking Gin and Tonic?"
Connie nodded. She'd barely had a drink in the last few years, Geoff wasn't much for that either. She sipped at her drink and Eddie leaned in, admiring her body, looking at her with a predatory hunger.
"So baby – what brings you back to this dive?"
