Divorcee and Debutante 01

Author's Note: This story is my first erotic fiction and the longest work I've written, by far. I have over 67,000 words in this first complete section, which is broken up into seven chapters that will hopefully all be available fairly soon. The second section is still a work in progress but the overall plot is already written, just filling in the details.

This story features blackmail and coercion and an age-gap relationship starting at Chapter 4, so if those sorts of fantasies don't appeal to you then you probably want to skip this one or not read too far, although it's not especially dark. The first three chapters have comparatively vanilla sex scenes and a lot of plot setup.

All characters are over 18 years old. Views of the various characters do not reflect the views of the author, ha ha.

Let me know what you think!

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Garret had wallowed in self pity for about six weeks after it was clear that the divorce was really happening. He'd fought it for a few months, suggesting going on a trip together to rekindle things, offering to make changes to his work and life habits, and even offering to go to couple's counseling despite his deep hatred for the psychology industry and 'marriage counselors' in particular. His ex-wife had shot everything down. There was nothing to work on, nothing to rekindle. She just wasn't happy being married, and the only way "to find herself was to be by herself". She'd read that line in one of those stupid women's books, and just wouldn't let it go.

She'd decided that he didn't "bring her joy" anymore, and there was nothing he could do to change that. They'd married too young, she said, and she'd allowed her Catholic upbringing to convince her to keep their first baby when she really should have had an abortion.

That last part, when she'd said it, had really stung for Garret. Yes, they'd only married because Ashley was pregnant, but they both loved their two sons and to suggest that she "should have" aborted their eldest seemed insane to Garret. Something had gone deeply wrong with his wife over the last few years since their first had gone off to college, and Garret didn't understand it at all. A lot of guys he knew that were around his age were going through divorces once their kids were close to fully grown, and it always seemed to be initiated by the wife.

But Garret had never thought it would happen to him. He had worked hard through his adult years to build a good life for his family. He owned his company, made great money, and had been as involved as he could be in his sons lives considering how busy they became with school and their social lives. And Garret had taken care of himself physically and was still in great shape, even indulging in a few minor cosmetic procedures to keep the effects of aging at bay as much as possible. He even still had most of his hair!

Garret and Ashley had met at a college party when he was twenty one, on the cusp of graduating with an engineering degree, and she was an eighteen year old freshman. He'd been quite the ladies man all through college and at the time he had just thought she was another notch in his bedpost. A particularly cute notch, but neither of them had been wanting something long-term at the time.

Garret had gotten into amateur body-building when he was a freshman and immediately loved it. The confidence it gave him, and the deep feeling of satisfaction from sculpting his own body, stayed with him for the rest of his life. He was a couple inches over six feet tall, with mid-length very light brown or very dark blonde hair, and dark blue eyes. With low body fat and great muscle development all over his body, he knew he looked good. A strong jawline and perfect teeth completed the package. He quickly learned that he could easily get women to sleep with him and he took advantage of the ample opportunities that college provided.

Shortly after graduation, he got a call from Ashley. He had liked her and when she suggested meeting up he agreed. He was starting to be more inclined towards settling down and thought that a longer-term relationship with the very petite brunette was something he would actually want to try. She was small but curvy with great breasts and an ass that would stay tight for years to come.

When she revealed that she was pregnant, and that she wanted to keep it, it actually didn't upset him that much. Of all the girls he'd been with, Ashley was one of the prettiest and most pleasant he could remember and if there had to be a condom failure it couldn't have come at a better time. He'd already sowed plenty of wild oats and didn't feel like he'd be missing out on too much. And he had just started at his real first job, which was paying for him to also get his MBA, and his future was actually looking really good. He knew his parents and older sister would help out with a baby, so it all just seemed to work.

They had married a year later, and both had been really, genuinely happy. True, he knew that Ashley had wished she'd gotten more time to live and 'experience' on her own, but they had a good thing going. She finished her degree part-time and started her career, and four years after their first son they had another birth control failure and a second baby boy shortly after that. At that point his parents had stopped helping so much but with two incomes they were now able to pay for a nanny to help with the boys.

It was a very amicable marriage. The sex was pretty good for both of them, although Ashley was definitely less adventurous than Garret would have liked and her libido was much lower than his. Early on she had seemed more fun in bed but became less interested over time. Whenever he managed to get things started between them it would go really well, but it got harder and harder to convince her to make time for it. He stayed happy by occasionally indulging in watching or reading some porn with a BDSM twist to it, and contented himself with weekly or bi-weekly sex with his very pretty but very vanilla wife. Ashley seemed happy with him, always pleased when other women commented on her husband's great physique and success at work. And Garret knew that weekly was way more often than a lot of other married guys were getting it, so he made it work.

The first 'serious' fight they ever really had was after she had asked him to get a vasectomy. She had had their second son a couple years earlier and decided she would not have any more. Garret was still in his late twenties and she was even younger and he was sure she would change her mind in a few years and want more children, since he had hoped to have at least one more and hopefully to have a daughter. So he refused, and they fought, and ultimately she told him that she would get her tubes tied if he wouldn't. For the first time in their five year marriage, he attempted to truly take charge and told her no, but she did it anyway.

They'd always had an 'egalitarian' relationship. Neither was supposed to be 'in charge' and he had never attempted to tell her what to do before. Everything had been a discussion and a compromise, but this issue was one where that wasn't possible. She told him that he had no right to tell her what to do with her body, since she apparently had no right to tell him what to do with his. They fought for more than a year, both before and after the procedure, but in the end what was done was done. They both moved on, but it was a pain-point that came up again and again over the years.

Time went by and the family did all the normal things. Trips to Disney World and around the country. They sent the boys to a decent private school and enrolled them in all the usual activities. The boys drifted away, more interested in their video games and their peer group than spending time with their parents, and since Ashley was also busy and successful at work there were quite a few nights where Garrett barely interacted with any of them. He started to feel like he didn't see that much of his family but he told himself that that's just the way it goes. Every other man his age that he knew had the same complaints, and all of them were clearly at least somewhat jealous of his life so he told himself it wasn't that bad. Ashley worked hard to stay pretty, so he really didn't have too much to complain about.

And then, right after their youngest son went to college, his wife had told him that she wanted a divorce. He'd been completely shocked, because she had obviously been planning it for some time. Her lawyer had drawn up a plan for dividing their assets, she had written up a through explanation of why she wanted out, and Ashley had obviously completely made up her mind.

After he got over his shock and stopped fighting it, he realized that what she was proposing was actually very fair. He kept ownership of his company, she kept their house and all three of the cars. They split their liquid assets and investment accounts evenly. No alimony or child-support for either of them, but they would split the bill for their younger son's university expenses for the next four years. She was not trying to screw him over at all, which was a surprise given that every one of his divorced male friends had gotten a very raw deal. Just a clean break. She insisted, over and over again, that that's all that she wanted.

She was forty, and he was forty-four. He knew it wasn't too late for him to start over, and as he came to accept what was happening he realized that he really had the better end of the deal in many ways. He would have a much easier time dating than Ashley would, although he wasn't sure if she really understood that. True, she was still very pretty, but the market for a woman in her forties is simply much smaller than for a man.

Garret knew that he could move on. Marry again, even have more children. But what was the point when things could just fall apart again in another twenty years? Why have more kids if he was just going to hand them off to various nannies and teachers and coaches to raise them, like they had done with his sons? Why do anything? What was the point of life?

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Garret kept things going at work without too much trouble. The company largely ran itself for the most part and even though he was in a serious funk he had no trouble doing the bare minimum and keeping things going. His company was mainly an engineering subcontractor to a handful of very large, very rich corporations, and Garret had heavily relied on his charisma and good looks, as well as decent technical knowledge, to build the business once he left his employer a decade ago and struck out on his own. It had been a lot of work, but less stressful than he had expected. He was well known and well liked, and the people who mattered seemed more than happy to give them plenty of lucrative contracts.

His single most important contact was an elderly man named Jacques Larue. A French-Canadian who had inherited a small fortune in real-estate, he had built a major industrial-services company that turned the millions he started with into a multi-billion dollar empire. Jacques had immediately taken a liking to Garret and even been one of those who encouraged him early on to start his own company. Jacques hadn't liked the owner of the firm Garret originally worked for, so he was very happy when Garret provided an alternative option. While the arrangement had certainly benefited Jacques, it had helped Garret more and he felt very indebted to the older man.

So when Jacques asked Garret for a favor right before his divorce, Garret had immediately agreed to it. Jacques had a nineteen year old daughter who didn't seem to have any plans for her life. She had 'deferred' going to college and was living at home and, as far as Garrett understood, partying more than her famously conservative father was comfortable with. Either that, or just failing to move forward in a direction her father liked. Mr Larue had always had a very strict policy with all of his children: No embarrassments. He had publicly disowned multiple of the older half-siblings, and now he was trying to take a more proactive approach to keeping his youngest out of trouble.

So he got her a job 'working' for Garret, which basically meant doing some very basic secretarial work for maybe an hour a day, dressing appropriately, and staying out of the way. Evelyn Larue was lazy, entitled, rude, and absolutely useless for Garret's company, but he would never have dreamed of firing her. He placed a trusted older woman as her supervisor and made it clear what his expectations were.

As far as Garret understood it, his job was to make sure the girl showed up somewhat on-time, was introduced to a few of his clients looking like she was a respectable professional, and to give her a tiny taste of what working a real job would mean for her. The point was to make the business world think that there was a competent future heir-apparent to the Larue empire, and to make Evelyn think twice about embarrassing her father and threatening the inheritance that she expected to get. Mr Larue was over eighty years old and not in good health, so she didn't have too long to wait.

Garret hadn't thought too much about the young socialite, since shortly after she started he had been distracted by the divorce and everything that went along with it.

*****

Eve Larue was bored. Really, really bored. Her father had commanded her to work for this company and she knew that she had no way to get out of it, if she wanted to get her inheritance, but she absolutely hated it. Only six months after she graduated high-school while she was still only eighteen, her father had pushed her into 'working'. He said it would help 'build her character', whatever that meant, and good little Evelyn had smiled and said, "Okay daddy" while inwardly seething. Why couldn't the old man just die already?

She had seen what happened to family members who defied the tyrant. Her own mother, a model forty-years younger than Mr. Larue who had become his third wife, had ultimately cheated on him and was thrown out with basically nothing to show for her years of faithfully servicing the decrepit bastard. Jacques Larue was not only old, but he was also massively obese, and physically revolting. She'd seen pictures of him as a young man and he was surprisingly attractive, but that was all long, long in the past by the time her mother had married him.

It wasn't just her mother either. Eve had four half-siblings from the earlier wives of Mr. Larue. None of them were now in the will, except for a sister who was nearly four decades older than Eve. Jacques firstborn had angered him in some way or another but she had managed to worm her way back into his good graces enough that it was assumed she would receive something once he finally kicked the bucket. The other siblings, and their mothers, had all been disinherited for one reason or another. Doing wild things in college had been the downfall of two of the children.

Eve was intent on avoiding that fate. Her father never, ever gave an explicit command or clarified his expectations for her, or anyone else who had been in his family as far as she knew. The most he ever said was, "Do not embarrass me," and everyone was just supposed to know what he wanted of them from that. But Eve was the youngest, she had the shortest amount of time to wait, and if she could just ingratiate herself to him for a few more years she was sure he would finally die. In the meantime, she tried to stay sane by entertaining herself as quietly as possible. One benefit of this was that she was almost completely unknown to the tabloids or press, which meant she could go out without fear of being recognized, but she also felt that her father had essentially denied her the chance to be the popular and well-known socialite that she knew she could have otherwise been.

Dating, having sex, and getting pregnant were also sure ways to lose the inheritance. Unless she dated someone her father approved of, of course. Eve would have rather died than date one of the boring, stuck-up pricks that her father would have chosen for her, so instead she opted out completely. She'd even kept her virginity all this time as a result, although she deeply resented that fact.

Instead of dating, Eve had amused herself in other ways. She had gotten on dating apps when she was young, lying about her age, and just enjoyed berating and insulting the men she matched with for awhile. That had been fun, but then on a whim she posted a link for a cash-transfer service and asked men to "show her how a real man treats his woman" by sending her money over it. She had been shocked by how many pathetic men sent her money so they could message her. The feeling of power she got from that experience had been eye-opening. She absolutely loved the feeling of getting things from men by using her sex appeal.

The dating app fun had been a little risky and so she ultimately stopped doing it after a couple years, but she'd recently found something much better. Shortly after she turned eighteen she signed up for a SexyFans account and several linked anonymous social media platforms, and immediately started posting pictures with her face hidden. At first it was fairly chaste material but it quickly became more and more explicit as her number of followers rose.

Eve was beautiful, and she knew it. She'd inherited her mother's wavy honey-blonde hair but had dyed it a platinum blonde instead. She also had striking light-green eyes, a slim figure, and large round perky breasts that she knew every man loved to look at. Her skin was perfectly smooth and milky-white, and she'd had all the body hair that she could permanently removed through laser and electrolysis treatments. She highlighted her flat tummy with a dangling bellybutton piercing and always kept her nails done perfectly. Her legs were long and perfectly shaped, leading up to a very round heart-shaped ass that had a very nice bounce to it.

In her photos she wore the expensive heels and lingerie she bought using her clothes allowance, or sometimes a designer bikini-bottom. She liked giving an impression of a rich, spoiled, sexy princess, and it worked to bring in the viewers. She always avoided wearing green, because her father had used to try to make her wear it. He said it brought out the color in her eyes even more, but she didn't care. She also hated wearing pink or white, also because her father had often suggested the stereotypically girly and innocent colors. Instead, she had made purple her favorite color and had a large collection of various shades of purple lingerie.

Her nipples and pussy were both a very light pink color and she loved to get her nipples nice and hard using some ice before taking a picture. She loved the way the nubs grew to almost an inch long, and early on she had a lot of success showing them off under a tight t-shirt. She often kept her room extra cool for her shows, just to make her nipples pop a little bit more.

The exhibitionism was exciting for her, but the best part was that she could get men to give her money. She didn't need the money at all, of course, but the feeling was still amazing. She fantasized about men giving her too much money, more than they had, and suffering because of it. Having their car repossessed, or even losing their girlfriend or wife! Eve loved the thought that she could have that much power over them, just by being hot.

Over the course of six months she had gone from pictures to videos to livestreams, always wearing a black opera mask that covered the upper part of her face. Even though she wasn't known to the public as the heir to the Larue fortune, she still didn't want to take the risk of someone seeing her and outing her to her father.