Preparations for a Vacation
At home Donna took her time to dress up for work. She was still shaking from the emotions she had been through. It was awful to think of how she is treated as a sex object by some lesbians, how they played with her, how they constantly threaten her, how she was forced to admit she was a whore.
On top of that she felt hurt as she thought how she treated her own family, how she neglected them, how she had hit her own daughter out of sheer frustration of her own situation.
And just now the neighbor looked at her funny as she had jumped out of her car in the short fur coat. Not only did she disapprove, but you could see her thinking, knowing Robert was gone. Just thinking about the gossip that would spread through the neighborhood was making her shiver. Her life was a mess and it would only get worse.
She poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down at the kitchen table. Still naked with just her coat and high heels on, her legs spread obscenely, but she didn't care. She looked at the papers on the table.
The contract, the invoice, the tickets. As she went through them with her free hand they felt like blood money somehow.
"Too late to bring them back." She thought. "Maybe I should stop all of this and come clean?"
She pondered about it for a while. But as always, she decided it wasn't the right moment.
"First I'll have to at least make it up with Lisa," she figured, "And for that I'll need Trixy on my side. For that I'll need some time. And these tickets will help me with that. I need them. After the vacation I will search for a way out..."
She finished her coffee and stood up, resolute to make things better for her. She pushed away the doubts and fears she had.
"First work, then Trixy, then Lisa. And then I'll stop all this."
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At work she called Trixy on her cell to ask her kindly to have a talk. Trixy reluctantly agreed. Donna knew from her reaction she was happy her mother had called. Trixy would go ok.
Work itself was great too. She was complimented by her boss and several colleagues. It seemed Ms. Brendan had told everybody she was very satisfied with her work. Donna enjoyed the compliments and the attention, even though she had her doubts what work Ms. Brendan was referring to.
But Donna was herself very satisfied with her work up to now. All projects in which she participated were up to date with the necessary documentation: project reports, budget spending, she had all in order, even though she was working only half days.
"Keep it up and you might be back to full time employment." Her boss had even indicated.
All in all it was clear to Donna that it was so much better to be on the good side with Ms. Brendan. It was amazing how much power even the slightest compliment of her had.
"She really has the power to make and break people with just a small effort. All her employees follow her whims to the letter." Donna thought as she wiggled a bit in her chair.
"My boss knows I'm doing a great job, but only when Ms. Brendan says so, does she take action on it. She must be instructed like that. Does she know in what sort of situation I'm in?"
Donna looked at the office of her boss. It was just besides hers. She pushed the chair back to think a bit while stretching her aching muscles.
"She doesn't look like her type, or like someone with a freaky life style as she has. But then again, Ninon looked like the average housewife, polite, a little bit timid, and
look what she's capable of..."
No, she hadn't figured out yet who of her surroundings, if any, knew of her escapades.
"Maybe she really separates her personal life from work." She thought, but dismissed it immediately. "No, I am here because she placed me here, and I am definitely one of her private life 'projects'. She just lets you wonder, be uncertain about who knows. It's just another way to control me."
She folded her legs tightly as that terrible itch in her pussy and ass came up again, forcing her to wiggle some more. Another reminder of her ordeal. She rolled back to her desk and picked up the phone.
"Have to call my doctor, 'cause this is just not normal. Then next to the bathroom..."
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After work she went straight home. She had called for permission from Ninon to skip Gym, and Ninon agreed after she explained the situation. Donna knew Ninon was lenient with her because Ms. Brendan was happy.
"She probably got some reward too."
It was inevitable for her not to shake her head in disbelief as she considered her own situation. People being rewarded because they 'trained' her to have sex with her husband on command. Let alone the act of this morning. She was amazed how similar to her nightly exercises the sex with Ms. Brendan was.
"She only came faster, and harder. Probably because I acted just as she likes, just as I was trained to do."
Finally, at home she had a small space of time for herself. She used it to freshen up and dress in something more comfortable than her business suite. And of course, she took her time scratching herself. The itch in both her pussy and ass had been increasing all afternoon, and she just needed some relief.
Her pussy reacted more and more violent to the itching, producing more and more juice. Her ass, well, when she looked in the mirror it didn't look any different. But inside she felt like it was burning all over.
Luckily, she had an appointment early the next morning. She had insisted on it, as she wanted to get rid of it before she would go on vacation.
"I don't want to have to explain these itches to some local doctor from the islands, that would be too embarrassing...".
As for her clothing, she didn't dare to slip into some of her 'old' clothing. Fear Ninon might walk in and disapprove was keeping her from it. So, she chose a silk slip, one of the few that was kind of decent, it was just a bit too short. But at least it was covering her private parts, and she added it with a long satin robe making sure she was kind of dressed normal.
Of course, she wore it with high heels, the ones Ms. Brendan gave her just this morning. She thought that if Ninon or Ms. Brendan would pass by, that would please them, and she desperately wanted to stay on their good side.
"Ridiculous," she just murmured to herself in the mirror. "I need to stop this soon, even if it means losing everything. I will lose my family if I don't..."
Yet she forced herself at the same time to apply the mandatory make-up. Not too much just some liquid sponged over her face, some pink lipstick, and some light blue eye shadow. Her lashes and eyebrows she just painted black.
"Not too much, so Trixy won't mind too much, and not too little so Ninon can't complain if she decides to barge in."
Donna didn't really expect that to happen, but you could never know. When she looked at the final result in the mirror it was a bit overdone.
"I look like some madam of a brothel with this silk night gown, and the satin robe, the high heels..." she shook her head. "Oh, how I wish I could just wear some of my old clothing, as long as I have any..."
She went downstairs and pored herself a wine. She needed some alcohol before confronting her youngest daughter. She was nervous. It would be kind of her first time she had to really apologize for doing something way out of line as a parent, and on top of that, she couldn't tell the truth to her, not the whole truth at least, so it would be like walking through a mine field. Trixy was a smart observant kid. And mouthy.
Trixy entered when she just finished her second glass. She shrugged from the cold and took off her winter clothing. Donna saw her looking at the fur coat hanging with the other coats. She knew Trixy was wondering what made her mom even buy such a whorish coat. And she knew she had recently used it too.
She walked into the kitchen and saw her mother waiting for her.
"Hi, mom." She said, as she looked at the way her mother had dressed. "...Expecting someone?"
Donna smiled, ignoring the remark about the way she was dressed.
"Hi Trixy, come and sit, want something to drink?"
She stood up to fetch something for her daughter.
