PAYBACK'S A BITCH
By Hotprof1973
As with all my stories, this is not supposed to be a moral lesson, but just what I hope is an interesting story. That being said, I did consult with a clinic psychologist for the mental health issues involved in the plot to make the symptoms plausible as a potential consequence to what happens in this story (again, not a common but a potential). Mental illness is serious and I believe in treatment, support, and understanding for those suffering -- even though my fictional characters don't always feel that way. I'd like to also give a big thanks to rnebular for taking the time to edit and offer suggestions to this story; having another pair of eyes made a big difference.
HP
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Jason Shaw was initially concerned when the call came one o'clock in the morning. Could something have happened to his wife of eleven years, Morgan, who was having a girls' night out with a few friends and staying together at a hotel? Or his parents? Or Morgan's parents?
His concern turned to irritation when he saw it was Cliff Dunn calling. Cliff was formerly an associate manager at the insurance firm that Jason was the executive manager - the two never really got along. Cliff, about ten years older than Jason's thirty-three years, was a pompous jerk and a creep towards the female employees. When the company switched to a zero-tolerance policy on harassment, Jason fired Cliff after a complaint of him groping a summer student's ass. The student withdrew her complaint, but Jason suspected it was due to pressure from Cliff and stood his ground. That was held up when Cliff took the company to court for wrongful dismissal.
Cliff was a big, ugly, overweight bully and Jason was glad to be rid of him. However, Cliff did like to drink and two years since being fired, had called drunk about five times threatening or harassing Jason. Morgan wanted a restraining order, but Jason knew the guy was all talk, and if it came down to a fistfight, no way he'd lose to Cliff.
Jason knew he probably shouldn't, but he answered the phone. "Dunn, what the fuck do you want at this hour?"
"Shaw-baby, how's things?" Cliff said in a slurred voice. As Jason suspected, drunk. There was another female voice in the background, which he could barely make out -- probably a television.
"Jesus, Dunn. You fucked up. Just drop it and move on. Harassing me doesn't do anything."
"Shit, man. Not harassing you. This is a courtesy call. Thought you'd like to know I'm fucking your wife."
Jason laughed. Besides knowing his beautiful thirty-year-old wife would never cheat on him, she's never in her dreams look twice at a guy like Cliff -- even if he wasn't such a dickhead. "You're saying you had sex with Morgan? You must be super drunk."
"I didn't say had fucked, I said am fucking... as in right now as we speak. Here..."
Jason heard the phone move to the distinct sound of flesh slapping and a woman moaning, which did sound like Morgan. "God, yes, fuck me, I love it...love this cock in my pussy. Don't stop... feels so good, so good..."
"Hey, it's Jason... say hi," said Cliff's voice a bit further away.
"Oh, hi honey," said Morgan's voice, but she sounded completely wasted, "Cliff's dick feels so good... but, wish you were here, too. I'd kiss you... God, my pussy feels so good with a cock in it...fuck... yes...yes..."
"So, payback's a bitch, boss," said Cliff speaking into the phone again, "Don't worry, when I'm done in an hour or so, I'll pay for the cab back to your place. Keeping the underwear though...maybe the top as well.
As soon as Cliff hung up, Jason called right back. Of course, he didn't pick up. He called Morgan's cell, and then texted her. Nothing.
Going through a whirlwind of emotions, he went through the contacts on his phone and called Kyla, one of the women Morgan was out with, that he also was really good friends with her husband, Chad.
The phone rang about eight times, until a groggy voice picked up, "Jason? What the fuck?"
"Kyla, where's Morgan? This is important."
Kyla half-laughed, "What do you mean? You lost her already, after picking her up?"
"What do you mean picking her up? When? Where?"
"Jason, we came upstairs about eleven for bed," Kyla said a little more alert in a concerned tone, "Morgan was really drunk and getting flirty, so you were called to come pick her up and take her home. We were worried she'd do... Oh my god..."
"Kyla, nobody called me. Who said I was called? She's with someone right now -- a guy I fired... Kyla?"
"Shelley was the sober driver. She said that she called you and, place was crazy busy, so when she said Morgan was taken care of, I assumed... She's not here... Shelley, I mean... What the fuck... How do you know Morgan's with someone? Call the police."
"Kyla..." Jason steadied his nerves to get his words out calmly, "He called me while they were... together... Morgan knew I was on the phone acted like it was no big deal, and she was... enjoying herself."
"No way... I hope not the fat slob who was hitting on her on the dance floor. She was really out of it, but she'd never... Oh god, Jason. Still call the police, what if he drugged her?" Kyla sounded like she was crying.
Jason hung up, got dressed with the intent of driving to Cliff's apartment, but realized there was no guarantee that was where they were. What was he supposed to do with their four-year-old son? Wake him up to drag him across the city to find where mom was getting screwed? Instead, he poured himself a whiskey to settle his nerves and waited downstairs, looking out the front window.
It was only ninety minutes, but felt like forever until a car pulled up in the driveway. The Uber driver, an older Latino man jumped out and had his hands out defensively, "Look sir, I didn't touch her. She was like that when the guy helped her in the backseat. He said, 'take her to her husband -- he'll pay.' I asked if she was all right and wanted to go to the hospital instead, and she shook her head. Look, I didn't stare or anything..."
Slumped in the backseat was Morgan wearing a white hotel robe that was open. In the dim light, it was clear she was naked underneath and a mess.
"Look, I need to wake my son. Can you wait and I'll take her into my truck? We're going to the hospital. Can I also please get your contact information -- the police might want to talk to you?"
"Yes, of course, sir," said the man pulling out a piece of paper, "Here's my card. Please, don't worry, no charge. I have a family too."
Sitting in the examination room, waiting for the police and rape kit was torture. Morgan was still wearing the open robe, so photographs and swabs could be done. She had semen in her hair, on her face, and all over. The worse was written in marker on various places on her body was "Cliff came here."
Morgan didn't say anything, just cried. Little Tommy knew his mom was upset and was crying too. She wouldn't look Jason in the face.
Finally, Jason was waiting outside as various people - police, doctors, and counselors -- attended to his wife.
Little Tommy calmed down and fell asleep when two uniformed officers came out, with a grim look on their face.
"Mr. Shaw, let's go somewhere to talk..." said the older one, "Chuck is great with kids; he'll keep an eye on your boy for a second."
They walked into an empty examination room and the officer frowned and shook his head, "First, I'm only telling you this because Mrs. Shaw asked me to - legally, she has the right to confidentiality, but wants you to know everything."
"Okay..."
"Mr. Shaw, there is no evidence of any legal wrongdoing by Cliff Dunn."
"What do you mean..." Jason started raising his voice, but the officer silenced him with a look and hand gesture.
"Mr. Shaw, I said legal. Off the record, he's a slime ball that deserves a severe ass-kicking, but there's nothing we can charge him with. You could file for a restraining order for harassment, and stop him calling you or coming near either of you again, but that's it."
"I-I-I don't understand. I heard her -- that wasn't like my wife. She's an absolute wreck..."
"Mr. Shaw, I'm sorry, but this is going to be hard to hear. According to her, she cheated on you. Your wife willingly took MDMA -- better known as Molly or Ecstasy. She fully admits to it, and was aware it was a mood modifier. Yes, she was impaired -- especially her judgment -- but was not in a state of mind that she could not legally withdraw consent. She admits to turning down advances of other gentleman that night. She allowed sexual contact to occur in the bar where she encountered Mr. Dunn, in Dunn's car, and then rented a room with her own credit card where the... affair occurred...and..."
Jason eyes were watering, he was so upset and angry. "And... There's an and..."
The officer sighed and shook his head. "There's a video on your wife's phone clearly proving she was consenting to the activity and to being filmed... Please, don't watch it. We need it for evidence, just in case, but I told her to erase it after sending us a copy."
"What should I do?"
The officer sighed. "I can't tell you that... I don't know what I'd do in your position. Your wife is in rough shape, crashing from MDMA has a lot of potential negative mental effects that women are more suspect to. You need to be patient with that. She's also coming to terms, I think, with the guilt of cheating. The counselor is still talking with her, but she will need more -- both of you probably will. She said to take Tommy and go home. Mr. Shaw, I'm sorry, but if you do decide to kick someone's ass, just want to warn you that you can be charged with assault if the asshole decides to press charges... A guy who would taunt you like that seems like the type who would. Just be careful."
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Jason took Tommy to his parents and was waiting alone in the early evening when Kyla came in with Morgan, who still looked terrible wearing sweats and a top he didn't recognized. Kyla looked worse with the side of her face looking like it was freshly bruised.
Jason didn't say a word, neither did Morgan, who just headed to their bedroom and shut the door.
"Thank you, Kyla," Jason said and noticed it definitely looked like a fresh bruise, "Are you okay?"
"Fine, just had a lively discussing with that bitch," Kyla said coldly, "Shelley manipulated us. Convinced Morgan that we all were on Molly that night, but it was only her and the rest of us had no clue. It looked like she was keeping Morgan safe from doing something stupid, but she tricked us so that slob would have her alone. I'd like to say you should see how bad Shelley looks, but I just broke a nail and hurt my hand. Bitch said Morgan had it coming; she was always jealous of her.
