Codes- MF, FF, MFF, oral, swinging, infidelity, romance.
Authors' Notes- This story is fictional parody and meant for readers with mature open minds. If you object to ethical non-monogamy or graphic sex, it may not be your cup of tea. The story also discusses divorce, sex crimes, and breast cancer survival- fair warning. Please note that this story takes place in an urban fantasy type fanfiction crossover universe that mirrors our own somewhat. Characters based on real people are fictional cameos and not intended as depictions of those real people. Characters based on other people's fiction are not canon portrayals of those characters. This story also concentrates on my original characters more than non-original characters, so I do not consider this story fanfiction. Actor resemblances are intended as fantasy casting and physical description only. Special thanks to The Cult, Garth Brooks, and the writers of Futurama for included inspirational music. This story is connected to my other online works, but they are not required previous reading. This story was written for entertainment, not financial profit. If you read and enjoy it, feedback is appreciated.
The resolution for my story "Courtney Crowe" is summarized in Chapter 3. I started writing this story before that one. While developing Emily's character, the idea of her being motivated to swap sides from prosecuting attorney to criminal defense fascinated me. Courtney developed out of a recurring nightmare of mine, and I wanted to write an Erotic Horror story for Halloween, so I decided to publish her story before this one. I hope readers are satisfied with this depiction of its resolution. Please remember that all the controversial aspects of the story are my opinion and the product of my imagination as well as several stories I have read. These details are intended to raise awareness and discourage overly negative profiling of people regardless of their gender or sexual orientation. You have the right to disagree with my opinions, but I hope you will understand my intentions. For context, I am a straight but woke man with past law enforcement experience and knowledge of many crime victims.
For more on the Wood vs. Warner case, if you are curious, check out my story "Counseling" and google the celebrities Evan Rachel Wood and Brian Warner, aka Marilyn Manson. That conflict is now resolved peacefully in my fictional universe, with this story. May it be similar in real life someday, for a relationship that was a learning experience for involved parties and fans. That's the nicest thing I can say about it.
Sex scenes for this story will take place between Doug, Emily, and Lisa in Chapters 4 and 5. Skip there if you don't care about plot. Enjoy!
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Chapter 1: The Applicant.
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Garin-Ruiz Resort, Lake Tahoe, Nevada. Autumn 2023.
The "Inside Out" lounge was quiet. Plenty of patrons, but all seemed content. No one had demanded his time significantly for more than the past hour. So, since it was close to the end of his shift anyway, bartender Doug Ramsay asked the other resort employee helping him if she could go solo for the time remaining until shift change. "I'd like to catch up on paperwork in the office."
"Sure," said the freckled forty-something brunette who resembled a younger Jodie Foster. "I'll buzz you if things suddenly get crazy."
"Thanks, Jodie Lee," Doug replied. He appreciated the reminder of that constant danger. The entertainment mogul then headed for his office. There, he sat at his computer for a while, doing the task he had earlier described. Some time later, he found himself able to relax and checked his clock. The shift downstairs was over.
Jodie Lee didn't contact me, he thought. Everything must have gone fine. He checked the security monitor app on his computer- two other employees were on duty at the lounge bar and everything still seemed okay. Doug took a breath, then checked his schedule. Nothing pressing for the rest of the day. Let's go home then, he decided. After I check in with my wife Lisa. As he reached for his phone to do that, it chimed.
Doug checked the caller ID and then answered. "Hey, Boris." Boris Garin was his business partner and a longtime friend. Also my boss, Doug reminded himself, since he and his wife own and run this resort. I'm just a co-manager who owns and runs one of the many attractions. "What's up?"
"We got a problem, Doug. One I think can best be handled by your special attention. I sent you an email just now about a woman named Cartwright."
"Cartwright... name's kinda familiar. That old show Bonanza with all the short relationships, I think that's it." Doug laughed.
"This is a little more serious than some old TV show, Doug."
"Right, sorry." Doug took a breath and reset his mind. He then checked his email and found the message Boris had mentioned. The subject was "Nobles Game Application- Emily Johnson Cartwright."
A profile of a prospective new member for the "Nobles Game", Doug mused. That's something this resort does for every person who wants to check out certain areas of our business in depth.