It had been an all around shitty day. Never did she expect that she would break up with her boyfriend. Then again never did she expect to find a pair of still moist panties in the bastard's car. The lame excuses didn't cut it. After all who did he think he was dealing with, some high school bimbo?
She should have dumped him much sooner. She was 23 and her now ex-boyfriend was a couple of years younger, he had suited her needs, sexually that is. Though now, as she walked the mile or two to her dad's house, after she demanded to be let out of his car, she was able to admit to herself what she had felt all along. He really was too immature for her, too inconsiderate and as he had just proven a real jerk. As she reached her dad's block, after a long walk in the noonday sun, she had achieved a certain inner peace and a new determination. No more dating children. No more wam- bam thank you ma'am. No more shoe -string budget dates. No more tip toeing around fragile egos. She realized that she needed someone older, more secure. Someone who can help her grow. Someone who can treat her like a lady, after all she's already a successful stockbroker. Someone who can also treat her right in bed, after all she was a hot blooded, sexy woman with complex needs. It will be alright she thought and was only mildly disappointed when she reached her dad's house to find that his car was not there, and most likely he was not home. She did have a spare key and she figured she'd let herself in and call a cab. She could meet up with her dad a later time and enjoy the solace of his company and seek his practical advice, perhaps even over dinner or a cocktail. He always did have a way of cheering her up.
The house was quiet and as usual tidy. Her dad managed quite well and it seemed that he had bounced back valiantly since her mom, his wife, passed away three years ago. If only he would find a mate or someone to date and be happy with she thought. She made her way to the bathroom. She must wash up, after all she did shed a few tears on her walk over here. Then she would call a cab and go home. Passing by her dad's bedroom she noticed that uncharacteristically his bed was not made. On it was the plastic case of a video cassette lying next to the remote control of the TV and VCR across the room. Wondering what her dad had rented she moved into his room to check it out.
It was not your standard rental video. In fact it did not seem like a rental at all. The cover bore the strange lettering: CFVx. The print on the back cover went on to explain that CFV stood for Custom Fantasy Video. She did not know what to make of it and how to feel about it. Apparently, CFVx was a company that specialized in custom adult one of a kind videos. The clients can commission the taping of any adult video they wanted (the cover explained). The company provided the models, the taping and editing gear as well as the technical crew. The client may write, direct and even star in the video (all for the right fee of-course).
Every fiber of her being told her that she should respect his privacy. After all he is a handsome and fit man in his late forties with normal needs and desires. How he took care of those needs and desires was his own business. Yet she had always been curious, that who she was. She grabbed the remote, turned the TV on and hit the play button.
