Mike wasn't sure if he really wanted to meet with Lisa or not. After all the bullshit she put him through, seeing her face would just make him want to shove his fist right down her throat and laugh while he was doing it. But three days ago after their court hearing she called him, wanting to talk about things. Mike couldn't help but think she had an ulterior motive, no matter what the girl wanted or did; there was always something more sinister hiding in the shadows. Lisa was infamous for going behind people's backs, creating trouble, stabbing others in the back just to get herself ahead. Mike was no exception; he was just another body in her tangled web she weaved.
Mike met Lisa on the Internet; she lived nearly 1200 miles away from him in sunny California. After a few weeks of chatting online, Mike decided it was well enough time to make the trip to Cali from Wyoming. From that first meeting things snowballed quickly, Lisa moved to Wyoming in with Mike, things were looking promising. Mike loved Lisa, asked her to marry him, and she accepted to his surprise. Shortly thereafter Lisa informed Mike that she was pregnant, but wouldn't let him accompany her to any of the appointments she made with her OB/GYN. That's when Mike started getting suspicious. Lisa would leave and come home late in the night, sometimes drunk, or sometimes not at all. Mike would ask her where she went; Lisa would usually ignore him or get just plain nasty.
Mike left Wyoming with a friend to take care of some business out of state; he called home to talk to Lisa, after things started going bad. She had talked to her Dad, telling him so many things that Mike had done to her, things no man in his right mind would do to a woman. Lisa's Dad was bringing her back to California, with Mike's child taking life within her.
There was nothing Mike could do from where he was, so he did the only thing he could, let Lisa go. Things burned within him, memories of her mostly, but it would only get worse as time wore on. A few days after Lisa left Mike, his best friend John, came over to the house one night upset and nervous. Mike invited him in, wondering what could make John so distraught like this? John rarely showed emotion, if ever.
"Hey Buddy, you alright? Something bothering ya? Grab a seat; I'll get you a beer man." Mike got a cold beer from the fridge, tossing it John's way. John caught it in trembling hands, popping the top off then taking a long drink as he crashed into the sofa.
John took a deep breath before he spoke, "Mike, there's something I gotta tell you about Lisa, and I know it's going to piss you off."
Time stood still as John spilled his guts to his best friend, relating how Lisa had told him stories of how Mike was treating her, saying things she knew John wouldn't go for. John felt sorry for Lisa, even though he knew Mike wouldn't do those kinds of things; Lisa was a hell of an actress. John started taking her out to lunch, just to talk as friends, since Lisa didn't seem to have any other friends there.
Then one night while John and Lisa were watching a movie, Lisa leaned into John, which John just shrugged off as her getting comfortable. From that moment forward, things became a blur, John couldn't clearly remember what happened next, but he did remember crossing the line, betraying Mike, by sleeping with Lisa. Tears welled in John's eyes, as he bared his soul to his friend, Mike sat unmoving, his jaw set, dark eyes fixed on John.
John didn't know what to do; he sat there frozen within Mike's stare, the beer quivering slightly within his hand. He hoped Mike wouldn't kill him, which was his biggest fear at that moment.
Mike took a deep breath to control himself, looked at John as he spoke, "Well, then I guess we need to figure out who the Dad of the kid she's carrying really is huh?" John blinked in surprise; he didn't know Lisa was pregnant.
"What? You didn't know she was knocked up?" Mike snorted in laughter; John shook his head, taking another drink of the beer. "Well now ya do, and I guess we need to find out whose it is." John nodded silently as he took another long drink of the beer, at least Mike didn't kill him...yet.
That was a little over a year ago, John had since swore off women, spending more and more of his free time outdoors. Mike had forgiven him, but something in his gut made him wary of Mike sometimes. John lost trust in himself; Mike had slowly begun to put his life back together. He was working two full time jobs, plus trying to pick up a class or two at the University. It was his way of dealing with the pain, working himself senseless, trying to forget. The paternity tests came back stating that Lisa's son, Joe, was Mike's without a shadow of a doubt. Then came the court hearing for child support. It was nothing short of a three-ring circus, mud getting slung every which way. In the final verdict, Mike was ordered to pay a large sum every month to Lisa in child support for Joe. As much as Mike didn't want to do it, he had no choice. He knew Lisa would squander the money on things for her, rather than for their son.
The verdict was passed down three days ago, Lisa called Mike telling him she was going to be in Wyoming for one night, and that she wanted to spend that night with him. Thoughts ran through his mind as she blabbered on about a new tattoo she had gotten since they were together. It simply stated: 'Trust No One' Mike grinned at the thought which was now at the forefront of his mind. He would have a good time with Lisa, just for old time's sake.
"Alright Lisa, where am I meeting you and when?" Mike sighed deeply. She quickly rattled off a little known bed and breakfast about an hour outside of town. It was in a heavily wooded area, small, cozy cabins dotted the landscape. He'd heard of the place, but had never been there, he had a day to check it out before Lisa arrived.
Driving over there was no big deal; it was in all reality about 30 minutes from Mike's house. The owner was more than happy to give him a tour, since Mike mentioned he was looking at staying there in the near future. The cabins were well outfitted in log furniture, solid wrought iron head/foot boards, an over stuffed sofa, a small eat in kitchen, a well lighted large bathroom with a garden tub.
Thoughts formulated in Mike's mind as the owner explained it was all very quiet, secluded and private. There was not a line out anywhere on the property, except at the main house. This only poured gasoline on the flames burning within Mike's mind. He thanked the owner as he walked out to the truck, making a mental list of things he needed to bring with him tomorrow night.
Time seemed to drag on that next day. Work could not go fast enough, as Mike's mind was formulating a plan while his fingers were shaping out a metal gas tank. He went through in his mind what he had stashed in his backpack, a leather flogger, some lengths of small gauge chain, locks, handcuffs, candles, rope, needles, his trusty Gerber knife, a length of black silk scarf, a rather large ball gag, various sex toys and a video camera. The thoughts racing through his mind made him laugh evilly. It was more than time the bitch got what she deserved.
Mike's cell phone rang on his hip, he recognized the number as local, but there wasn't a name associated with it. He answered; it was Lisa informing him that she was in no less words "ready and waiting for him." A sinister grin crossed his lips as he told her he would be there shortly, and to make sure she was ready for him.
"And just what do you mean by that Mike?" her voice crossed the lines sounding like she was grinning on the other end, trying to elicit a reaction from him.
"You know what I mean Lis; make damn sure that pussy is shaved and very wet for me."
Lisa chucked seductively on the other end, "I'll be waiting."
"Oh I know you will. Later" Mike snapped his phone closed, as he walked over to the shop sink, washing the dirt and grime from his hands. He took one last account for what was in his backpack in the truck, before he headed on down the road.
When he reached the main house, Mike walked into the lobby. The young blonde behind the desk greeted him cheerfully; she was just old enough to drive, and definitely off limits.
"Good Evening Mr. McCutcheon, Mrs. McCutcheon is expecting you." Mike looked at her funny for a second, inwardly getting angry. He pushed his best face forward, smiled and thanked her as he checked in.
She gave him directions to cabin 6, and the key. Mike thanked her once more, before doing an about face and walking out into the night. He laughed at the number of the cabin, shaking his head. 'If they only knew how this night was gonna end.' He thought to himself as he shifted his backpack from one shoulder to the other.
By the time he found the cabin Mike was seething with anger. How dare that cunt call herself his wife? She never was and never would be his wife, ever. It was bad enough that she was forever tied to him through their son, but her to be posing as married to him? That was going way too far. He found the door wasn't even locked, as he forcefully threw it open. Lisa was lying on the sofa, buck naked with fingers deep in her pussy. Her eyes snapped open at the sound of the door being thrown open, evil grin across her lips when she saw who it was.
"Come here baby, I've got something for you..." Lisa gushed breathlessly, her eyes glassing over with primal lust.
Mike set his backpack down carefully by the side of the sofa, looking Lisa over. She had gained a considerable amount of weight since he last saw her, the only thing she had going for her was a decent set of tits now. Lisa moved her legs, sitting on her calves, making room. Her nails ran over Mike's thigh, before she moved to kiss him. Mike dodged her, catching her wrist as she tried to touch his face. His eyes locked on hers, he could see the want in her eyes, but he had better in store.
"Lisa, there's some things I need you to sign for my attorney, you know business before pleasure." Lisa smiled, she was too easy to con when her pussy was wet and willing.
