Marissa, Pt 2 is a follow-up to "There goes the neighborhood" a very long story about Brad and Marissa being seduced by Tony, a mobster who moved in next door. In that story Marissa succumbed to drugs given to her by Tony and became his very willing mistress. Her husband, Brad took whatever steps were needed to get his wife away from the mobster. This sequel is much shorter than "neighborhood" since I took a lot of flack for the length. I do appreciate constructive criticism, but if you don't like the story don't bother sending me special messages because I just delete them. I get enough positive feedback to encourage me to continue submitting stories (and to those, thanks).
In Part 2 Marissa cheats on her husband again, so if that bothers you don't read any further.
Home Again
Marissa has been home two months. The doctors at the clinic in Seattle told her that she has an addictive personality and that she should continue therapy. At Brad's insistence she signed up for group therapy at a San Diego area hospital. She went several times, but all of the others there have drug problems far worse than hers. She hasn't told her husband how she feels about therapy. He's pretty convinced she needs help. She's still convinced that she doesn't really have a drug problem.
She loved being high, but she was sure the problem hadn't been because of drugs but because of her infatuation with their new neighbor, Tony. That was why she had let her business go and she'd let her clients down. Now she was several weeks behind and unfortunately she did lose a big job that was supposed to start in a couple of weeks.
Tony's house is still empty. She cried when she heard that he had been killed in a car accident in Nevada. Reflecting back, she was pretty sure that she never loved him. Sure the sex was great, but then she was usually high so maybe so maybe it was the drugs. Well that and the way that he filled her up. Don't ever tell her husband that she said that. She still misses having sex with Tony. And don't
ever
tell Brad she said that!
Well, enough about the past.
New Customer
Tuesday afternoon she finished catching up with the Western Alliance Bank web site. She'd been working like crazy and was sort of looking forward to the break. It was only mid-day and Brad wasn't due home for several hours so she decided to go out to the pool for a swim and some sun.
Their house is fairly secluded and she didn't usually bother wearing a swim suit. Even though you can see the pool from the hillside above, you'd need binoculars to see anything.
She was just climbing out of the pool to lie down on the lounger when she heard the phone ringing in the house. The travertine was cool on her bare feet as she made my way to the phone. "Marissa Henderson," she said in my work mode greeting.
"Hello Mrs. Henderson, my name is Alexandria Dodge. My partner and I have seen some of your work and we were wondering if you would be available to build some web sites for us?"
"Of course, how can I help you?"
"We own several night clubs and we're thinking about having separate sites for each of them. We'd like you to come to Las Vegas this week so that we can discuss what we need. We'll cover all of your expenses of course."
Tuesday in Vegas
Brad wasn't too happy that she was going to Vegas without him, but he was too busy at work. He grilled her at length about Alexandria Dodge and seemed relieved that there was no one called Rocky involved.
She got there in the middle of the afternoon and checked into the casino hotel where they had a suite waiting for her.
Alexandria showed up around four. She looked several years older than Marissa, but was still very attractive. The first thing that Marissa noticed was her gorgeous auburn hair and green eyes. She was wearing a translucent blue blouse with a flowery bra underneath, a black miniskirt showed off her long, unadorned legs. Marissa felt overdressed in her business suit and stockings.
They spent a couple of hours talking about their expectations for the sites in her hotel suite. About six o'clock Alexandria said, "What do you say that we break for dinner?"
"Sounds great."
"Good. Is it ok if we just order room service so we can talk some more? I'd like to get to know you more."
"Sure, that would be fine."
"What's your favorite food?"
"Most anything Ms. Dodge. What would you like?"
"Mrs. Henderson, please call me Alex. How about Japanese?"
"Sounds good too and it's Marissa," she said as she took off her suit jacket and hung it on a chair.
Alex picked up the phone and placed an order for things that Marissa had never tried and some things that she had never heard of. After Alex hung up she asked Marissa about her husband and living in San Diego. Twenty minutes later there was a knock at the door. Their food had arrived. They sat down next to each other on the couch and picked up chop sticks. Marissa recognized most things. The tempura was her favorite.
"Here, try this," said Alex.
"What is it?"
"Salmon." Alex picked up the fish with her chop sticks and lifted it to Marissa's mouth.
"Ummm, that is good."
"Here have some more Saki."
"How much have I had?"
"Who's keeping track?" Alex laughed as she refilled their cups.
Alex kept feeding her pieces of this and that. For some reason Marissa found it quite erotic the way the other woman held the various offerings with chopsticks and fed them to her.
The meal finished, Marissa and Alex put everything back on the food cart then Marissa sat back on the couch.
Marissa, feeling the Saki, kicked off her high heels and put her feet up on the coffee table. "That was really good."
Alex sat next to her and opened up a small plastic bag with familiar white powder inside. She took a pinch and placed it on the back of her hand and sniffed it into one side of her nose.
"Would you like a little?" Alex asked.
Marissa looked at her in alarm. "No, I... I can't it, uh, I'm not supposed to."
"Oh, okay. Do you mind if I do a little?"
Being polite, Marissa said, "No of course not."
She watched enviously as Alex put another small amount of the white powder on the back of her hand and sniffed it into her other nostril.
"Mmmm, that feels good," said Alex. "Are you sure you don't want some?"
"Well maybe a little."
Alex poured a little on the back of her hand and put it under Marissa's nose. Marissa sniffed it in.
