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This piece was inspired by a story I stumbled into while using the "Loving Wives Spinner" feature to find a story to entertain myself one day.
If I could remember the name of the story, I would give it a mention and due credit.
But, alas, I cannot recall it.
This story has two parts, borrowing words from a familiar song, part 1 contains "Fold 'Em" in the title. Part 2 has "Hold 'Em" in the title. It's best to read them in order.
This is the second half of the story.
If you haven't read the first part, stop and do that before proceeding...
Many thanks to andyinoz ; Charlie ; & Ted L. for editing, beta reading and helpful suggestions to improve my work.
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In the first part of this story, we left our heroine, Jenny, facing a very difficult situation, one that she had put herself in and one that had forced the hand of her fiancé, Jack.
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When Howard summoned a limousine to take them back, Jenny was slightly surprised because they had arrived by cab. Then, she recalled Jack's prediction: "
When you get in the car after the ball, Cinderella, you'll find that it's time to pay the piper for all those thousands of dollars he spent. Guaranteed the car will be a limousine, with a driver, so he can be in the back seat with you, ready to collect."
When the driver opened the door for her to get in the limousine, she hesitated before climbing in, thinking,
"I absolutely CANNOT have any kind of sex with Howard. I wouldn't be able to hide it from Jack; and that would be the end of us with no way back. Should I let him feel me up a little and kiss me? Oh my god, I am a whore. Just considering any of this proves it. If I wasn't a slut, I'd get out of this fucking car right now, and go find Jack."
Before Jenny was able to collect her thoughts, she was inside the car, still trying to decide if, or how many liberties to allow Howard. The choice of escape was eliminated, as the vehicle had already started moving. Howard slid across the seat, right up against her, and gently pulled her chin, turning her face toward his. "Darling you must come by my villa, the view from the widow's walk at night is absolutely a must see," he coaxed.
Howard told the chauffeur to drive to the villa without waiting for a response from Jenny. The destination proposal was more of a command than a request, and Jenny was regretting that she had ever met this guy. Howard nodded at the driver, who smiled knowingly and raised the privacy window.
With her trapped in a moving car, headed toward his villa, Howard was emboldened. He felt that she should show him gratitude for delivering on his promise of an evening of luxury. He started his attack on her slowly but soon his hands were roaming everywhere, kissing her, feeling her breasts, and feeling her ass. Then, Howard slid his hand through the slit in her dress so far that she gasped and considered jumping out of the moving car.
She had been wrestling with her conscience all night, about how to offer some reward to Howard, without crossing some line that would prevent her from being able to recover her relationship with Jack. Now she was physically wrestling with Howard to keep her clothes on, his tongue out of her mouth, and his fingers out of her pussy.
The situation was getting out of control by the time the car arrived at the villa. Jenny thought,
"I can't believe that I was considering allowing him to play with my tits, and caress my ass while kissing me good night. He just tried to forcibly stick his fingers in my pussy!"
When stopped at Howard's villa, the driver remained quiet and was willing to stay parked right there all night if necessary. He was practiced at being discrete, since many of his clients would spend time fucking in the back while he waited. His tip for not interrupting would be substantial.
"ENOUGH," she screamed, finally finding her dignity and her voice, "Get your fucking hands off of me. Jack was right. He said that you were trying to seduce me with wealth and all you ever had in mind from the very beginning was fucking me. One more move by you and I'll call the police and press rape charges."
Howard backed off, realizing that he went too far, too fast with this one. Jenny quickly exited the car, and Howard made no attempt to stop her. He had lost.
Jenny knew that she would have to make her own way back to the bungalow via the beach. This would be difficult in the "fuck me" heels, but doable, if she went barefoot.
She talked aloud to herself for the entire walk, "God, please let me fix this with Jack. I don't care what humiliation I must endure, just allow me to get him back. I love him with all my heart. I cannot believe that I have been so stupid."
When she arrived at the bungalow, it was empty - no Jack. His absence was both a good thing and a bad thing. Good, because she had the opportunity to change out of her whore's clothes before talking to him, but bad, because Jack was probably still out with some woman.
After changing into some casual wear, Jenny remembered her ring. Upon discovering its absence, she realized that Jack had broken their engagement. The reality of the past couple of days combined with Jack's warning gutted her. She repeatedly called and texted him, but received no answer. All she could do right then, was to sit and wait for her love to return.
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She woke early the next morning and discovered that Jack had not returned. She started to cry, realizing that the chances of salvaging her engagement were getting smaller by the hour. Jenny decided to take proactive action, and went out to find Jack, wherever he might be.
Finding his location wasn't as difficult as she initially thought, as when she showed up at the volleyball court there were a few of the XXX University girls' soccer team hanging out. When she asked about Jack, two of them openly snickered at her, so Jenny demanded that they tell what they knew.
The redheaded girl was very willing, "You're Jack's fiancée?" she asked.
Jenny nodded.
"You're the one that let some old goat buy her sexy clothes and then went on a date with him? Jack figures that you gave it up to him. So, how was geriatric sex?" she asked, laughing.
Jenny had given up on arguing that it wasn't a date, but instead shouted, "I DIDN'T HAVE SEX WITH HIM. NOW, WHERE... IS... JACK?"
Worried that Jenny was about to become violent, the redhead obliged, "Try room 422. Cheryl had the hots for him."
Jenny made a beeline to room 422, knocked and got the shock of her life when Diane opened the door wearing only panties, and worse yet, Jack and Cheryl lay naked, entwined on the bed.
"I need to talk to you, Jack," Jenny said, ignoring the giggling Diane.
"Did you go on the date with Mr. Rich Pervert?" he asked, with both Cheryl and Diane refusing to cover their state of nakedness.
"Yes, I went, but..."
"Then, there's nothing to discuss," Jack snapped back before she could finish.
"I haven't yet fulfilled my promise to the ladies, so run along, unless you want to stay and take notes. They are really good at this," he uttered with so much contempt that it was equivalent to spitting in her face.
Jenny burst into tears, and ran all of the way back to the bungalow, collapsed on the bed, and sobbed heavily for over an hour.
As soon as Jenny ran out, Cheryl and Diane began caressing Jack, in an attempt to have him make good on the pledge he'd made in his ex-fiancée's presence.
"I can't girls, I'm sober and heartbroken. I've lost all desire right now, I'm sorry," he apologized.
"Baby, its Ok. I know how badly you're hurting. You were great last night. I'll never forget it. Neither will Diane... You are some stud.
"Now go ahead and do what you need to do. You have my number. Look us up at home sometime if you want to. I'd be down for a rematch anytime. Anyway, I figured that you were just giving her a parting shot," Cheryl said as she kissed his lips gently, Diane pressed her bare tits into his back, while hugging him from behind.
"Parting shot, yeah Cheryl, that's just what it will be," he said as he got dressed.
He kissed both young women again, expressing his gratitude for an awesome night. Diane stripped off her panties saying, "If this is a good-bye kiss, then I'm going to collect it naked. Grope me cowboy!"
The three lovers indulged in extended goodbye kisses, caressing and fondling each other intimately. Cheryl gave Jack a "call me" sign, with her hand, while Diane fingered Cheryl's cunt. They all laughed good-naturedly, as Jack left for his bungalow.
While waiting for the elevator, Jack used his cell to make a call, and by the time he had left the girl's building, had made several more.
When he arrived at the bungalow Jenny was still bawling, but summoned the courage to approach him, "Jack, I love you with all of my heart. What I did to you was so very wrong, so much so, that I'll do anything to fix the damage. I'll even forget about those two girls; I know I pushed you into a corner. Please forgive me."
"Here's what you are going to do," he said virtually ignoring her offer and her apology.
"You will take that entire whore's outfit, and return each, and every, item. If they won't refund Mr. Asshole's stinking money, then just get a receipt, and tell them to keep it. It shouldn't take more than two hours. Now get the fuck out of my sight."
The items of her disgrace were thrown into two of the store bags used to bring them to the bungalow, then she left to do as instructed.
Three hours later she hurried back with receipts and written notes testifying to the return of the items. It had taken longer than expected, two of the stores hadn't opened yet when she had first arrived. When Jenny did get back to the bungalow, she found that Jack had packed up and left. She returned to her sanctuary, the bed, and began to feel sick as she wept.
A few hours later, Jenny was roused by two cops knocking at the bungalow door.
They were looking for Jack and, when she said that he had left her, one cop radioed their dispatcher to organize the checking of departing fights. The cop told the dispatcher that Jack was wanted for questioning, regarding an aggravated assault.
While waiting for his colleague, the other cop asked Jenny why Jack would beat Mr. Howard Pukes, badly enough to put him in the hospital. Jenny sobbed her response, saying it was her actions that had given Jack cause to hate Howard. Feeling extremely guilty, she began confessing the entire sordid affair to the cops but, before she was finished, she was interrupted by their walkie-talkie.
