I woke up the next morning, turned over, and when I went to reach for my ex, she wasn't there. I wasn't really surprised; she had a pretty restless night. I guessed the activities of the last two days, especially last night's, were weighing on her mind.
I went into the living room and found her at the dining room table, just holding and staring at the envelope full of money -- her pay from last night. She was just moving it between her fingers, just staring, and it was pretty clear to me what was on her mind. This was far different than the previous night when I paid her; this was actually doing it for money from someone else.
I went up to her, kissed on the top of her head, and she muttered something under her breath. I didn't hear her, so I asked what she said.
"That was dumb of me at the restaurant. I should never had done that."
I was surprised to hear that. I figured having sex with our neighbor might be the thing troubling her, closely followed by getting money after the fact for what she did. Her antics at the restaurant wasn't as nearly as depraved as the others, at least that what I thought.
"Wait? The restaurant bothered you?"
"I should have never did what I did. Wearing that dress. Flashing people. Worse, letting a co- worker finger fuck me in public! It's in public. People might know me, know us! Heck, my family could have been there!"
I didn't say anything, so she pressed on.
"I have a reputation to worry about. As a teacher, they can't see me in that type of way. It was dumb to chance things. And now I have to deal with Michael at school tomorrow!"
For some reason I didn't think about that. I quickly asked her if he would talk.
"I doubt it, he's married. I can deal with him. It just puts me in an awkward position."
Okay -- so she was worried about her outside reputation. That made sense. What parent would be pleased if their kid's teacher was acting like a tramp in public? Or the principal? Worse, what if the kids found out?
With that kind of out the way, I moved on to what I considered the bigger issue of last night -- our neighbor and the money.
"How are you feeling about the rest of the evening, when we got home?", I asked. I wasn't sure if I wanted to separate the two things; I would let her do that.
"Having sex with our neighbor was fine, really, it was fine."
Wait -- is she saying she's ok being sold to another man, or just blowing another guy? Either would work for me.
"So this was different than with your co-worker?"
"Yeah, it was. With Mike and the restaurant it was in public, anyone could see me being a slut. Too risky. But we were behind doors, in our place. No one knew it was me. That door allowed me to have a double life. No one would ever guess it would be me having sex with two guys at the same time -- and that makes it all the more exciting. It's kind of living a secret!"
"I understand that. Makes sense. Okay, how about that!", and I pointed to the money.
"I'm not sure. You have any ideas?"
"Well, the way I see it is you have three options. First, you go to our neighbor and give him the money back. Tell him you had a great time, but you're not that kind of girl. The second option is to keep the money and tell him thanks as he made a fantasy of yours come true, but that it was a one time thing as you're not that kind of girl."
"And the third?"
"Tell him thanks and to call you any time, because you are that kind of girl."
My ex looked at me, trying not to laugh as the three options all revolved the type of girl she was, especially behind closed doors. At this point, I think she was trying to find out exactly what type of girl she really was. We resolved to talk more about it later as we both had plans for the afternoon. I was going to watch the Jets game with some friends, she was having lunch with two of her sisters. Both of us would be gone for a few hours and we could talk when we got back.
(As an aside -- she was always considered the goody two shoes of the family. She was always the one who was looked up to, even though she was the youngest. I really wanted to be a fly on the wall at that lunch. The sisters asking what my ex was up to, her responding nothing much, just letting coworkers finger fuck me in public and then having sex with wo men, one for money, nothing out of the usual, would you please pass the salt...)
I got home earlier than her. I looked toward my neighbor's apartment, and didn't see any movement. He wasn't around when we left either, but that wasn't out of the ordinary. We'd talk when we saw him again. I went upstairs, saw we had a message, and picked it up. It was from our neighbor. He was going to be gone a week for business for a week, then a week for vacation, and would we please water his plants. No message about the money or the night before.
My ex got home about an hour later, carrying two bags from what looked like a store at the local mall. She walked in, said hi, and I asked what store she went to., She turned the bags to the logo side and they both said Victoria's Secret.
"You becoming a regular?", I asked. She didn't even know where the store was a few weeks ago, and now she had been there two times in less than twenty four hours.
"Maybe. I just thought of a few things with all that has gone on these few days. I can't wear what I wore to the restaurant out in public. People can't see me like that. But I can wear them at home. I can be as sexy or as slutty as I want. So you'll be seeing me in these a lot more!"
She opened the bag and started to pull the items out. Stockings, garters, baby doll negligee and a slew of other things. She clearly had a good time shopping for what she called naughty things in the past. The weekend's activities had triggered something in her, and I wasn't going to question it.
