by Ink Mistress
“Does your bitch know that her loving husband likes strip joints? Or did you tell her boring ass you were going to play poker with the boys?” Simone said out loud laughing to herself, “Well, maybe the sight of all those naked bitches gyrating round poles would make him horny, and if he get some liquor in his system, he’ll be more susceptible when I make my move.” She smiled.
Simone reached for her phone and made a quick call.
“What?”
“You are really starting to piss me off with this bitter ass attitude,” Simone responded.
“I’m sorry…Yes, Simone,” the woman replied sarcastically,
“Tonight is the night. Just keeping you updated,”
“Just don’t forget the evidence,”
“I never do.” Simone ended the call with those final words.
Simone turned on the radio and climbed into the back seat. Quickly she undressed and changed her clothes. Tonight, emboldened by her interpretation of his behavior, she decided she was going to make her first move.
Turns out Simone didn't have to wait long. Jeremy exited the joint after twenty minutes. She had to think quickly. He was walking towards the parking lot. She scrambled out through the passenger door, hoping that the Yukon parked next to her blocked her from his view. She grabbed her purse and snuck to the sidewalk before she straightened up.
“Doctor Haynes?!” Jeremy exclaimed, “What are you doing round here?”
“I was at a late meeting a block over. I thought I could get a cab over here,” She lied, “You mind if I ask you the same question?” She replied, a little out of breath, moving her head to indicate the club Jeremy had just left.
“I didn't know it was a strip club, honestly,” He said holding up his hands with a little laugh, “I'm a happily married man, so I made my excuses and left,”
He looked at the doctor. She was dressed up in a classy little black dress, the split at the side granting him a flash of black suspender belt. She wore her hair long, tracing her backline. She had a gold choker around her neck and nothing over her shoulders.
“Why don't you let me drive you home?” He asked as he pulled off his jacket and offered it to her, “My car is just over there,”
“Thank you,” she replied, giving him a grateful smile, “You're a knight in shining armor.”
V
“Well, here we are,” Jeremy said, pulling to the curb.
“Do you want to join me? Let me get you something to eat for rescuing me tonight,”
“I don't know...” Jeremy answered. It felt strange to be invited into the home of someone he barely knew. Besides he'd done the gentlemanly thing...there was no need to thank him for it.
“Is Staci expecting you home?”
“Oh...not 'til later but...” For a second it occurred that she might be coming on to him, but he dismissed it. Simone knew he was married.
He felt bad for even thinking it, “I don't want to be a bother...” He added.
“Oh come on... I insist. Besides, you can pick up some books I promised to lend Staci,” Simone wheedled.
Jeremy felt rude for being so reluctant. He smiled and turned off the ignition and followed her up the stairs.
“You have a nice place,” Jeremy called out.
‘It aint mine.’ She thought to herself, but played along, “Thank you. I like it.” she yelled back from the kitchen.
He looked around the very simple apartment, other than the beautiful paintings on the wall.
“Kind of plain for a doctor,” he said.
“I’m just here until they finish with my house. My roof caved in so I got this place to hold me over,” she lied, “Here,” she said, handing him a glass of red wine that matched the one in her own.
“I thought we were going to eat something?”
“One won't hurt,” She whispered mischievously in his ear as she steered him to the seats.
He took a sip of the liquid.
“This is good,”
“My husband imported it from France,” She said, keeping the lies coming...it worked though. Jeremy relaxed visibly at the mention of the fictional husband.
“I didn't know you were married,” He explained, glancing down at her left hand and the lack of a ring on her finger.
“Well, ex-husband. We're divorced,” And now she had his sympathy. This was going well.
She looked at him, assessing him. Would he make a move? She doubted it would even occur to him, but if she was careful she could guide him through it.
“I like the art. Especially that one,” He stated, pointing to one that was bursting with color. He felt he had to make a bit of small talk though he didn't really like the abstract stuff.
Simone lied to him about who painted each picture, where she'd bought it and what each one meant to her. She amazed him with stories of how she had travelled all over the world. Jeremy became genuinely interested. His own life seemed small compared to hers.
She fetched him a second glass of wine and he didn't even protest. Simone swiveled on the cushion so her bare back was towards Jeremy.
“Can you help me with this?” She asked, pointing to the choker on her neck.
Jeremy turned to oblige. He could smell her Dior perfume as he shifted closer to reach up to the clasp. His hip bumped against the small of her back. One of the thin straps of Simone's dress slipped down off her shoulder. Without thinking, Jeremy moved it back into place, his fingertips brushing over her chocolate skin.
He glanced down at her back. Suddenly it struck him that he was attracted to her and here he was in her apartment, just the two of them.
“I think I need to get going,” He muttered as he handed her the piece of jewelry.
Simone turned to face him with a smile playing across her face.
“You've think it’s safe for you to drive? You did just have a couple glasses of wine,” She reasoned, “Maybe you should stay here tonight?”
“Simone...” He started to say, but Simone put a finger to his lips.
“Shush...” She whispered, rubbing her body up against his arm and taking his hand. She guided it to her thigh.
Jeremy glanced down as their joined hands began to push up the hem of her dress. Her free hand snuck past the buttons of his shirt to massage his chest. He swallowed hard. There was no doubt what this woman wanted, but he was unsure what to do.
“The bedroom is right through there,”
He extracted his hand from hers and pushed her away gently, “I'll...umm... call a cab and come back for my car... tomorrow.” He spluttered and ran away.
Simone was in full shock. No one has ever resisted her before. To her, this was no longer a job. She took it personal…
“He didn’t take the bait,” she said into the phone once she called her client.
“Well what the fuck were you trying to feed him?”
“Nice joke, bitch,” Simone responded.
“How hard is it to get a man to cheat on his wife? I thought you do this for a living,”
“Don’t ever question what I do! If you feel that this that simple, your ass could have done it yourself right?” Simone waited for an answer,” exactly! Now bitch, let me do me,”
“You are very unprofessional,”
“And you are very opinionated. Honestly, I think he’s a good dude. He’s not going to cheat on her, so let’s call it quits. She has a good guy,” Simone said knowing that she wanted to fuck him more now that he rejected her.
“NO! Try harder! Force him! Become obsessed! Turn into his worst nightmare and once it’s complete, I’ll pay you double,”
Before she could respond, she ended the call.
VI
The next day, Jeremy was in the plush waiting room outside of Simone's office. His memory of last night was a little hazy, but he wanted to clear the air and to confirm his belief that she hadn't really been coming on to him. That she'd made a mistake.
“Dr. Haynes, thank you for seeing me. I just wanted to talk about last night,”
“Yeah,” Simone replied, her tone neutral.
“We'd both had a bit to drink...” He continued, avoiding her level gaze, feeling slightly that she should be the one doing this, “I'm sorry if I gave you any signal that...I think we can both agree that it was a mistake...right?”
“I was trying to seduce you,” she said bluntly.
“But I'm a married man!” He said as her words sunk in.
“Ha ha, you think I should be ashamed for trying to fuck you? Your wedding ring only excites me more,”
Jeremy gulped, “I'll never cheat on Staci!” Jeremy declared.
“Yes you will. I promise. At first you'll be reluctant,” She stated, “but you will succumb to temptation like all the others. You'll cheat on her. You'll feel guilty, baby, but it won't last long and you'll keep coming back for more,” she said confidently.
Jeremy's face had taken on a horrified look.
“....You'll betray Staci over and over again,”
“I wouldn't be so sure!”
“Oh, you'll fuck me, baby. Know why?”
Jeremy couldn't think of an answer.
“I fuck married men for a living. I'll do whatever you want me to do you and let…you… do... whatever... you... want... to... me. All the things your wife won't let you. Nothing is out of bounds. My pussy is ready for you any time. You want to spank me, hurt me? That's okay. You want to call me a bitch, a whore? That's okay too. You want to fuck me in the ass? Fine.
My mouth, my ass, my pussy are just waiting for you to fuck them,”
Jeremy was shocked by the transformation in the woman before him. He'd never heard such confidence. He was in no doubt that she was telling the truth. She really would let him do those things to her...He backed away from her, opening the door behind him.
“I'm a mistress in every way, Jeremy. No man can resist me for long.” She called out to his retreating back.
Moments later she received a phone call from her client.
“What!” she answered.
“Well, who has the bitter attitude now?”
“He resisted me. No man ever resists Simone. Simone always calls the shots, Simone makes the rules, Sim-”
“Whoa, Simone. Wait…he resisted you? No, that’s not good,”
“Oh, don’t you worry. Consider this job on the house because this shit is now personal,”
“Just back off for a month or two, recuperate, and then get back on it with a new game plan. Trick Staci into not giving up the goods then, he’ll be more vulnerable, trust me,”
“Oh, now we have time?” Simone asked sarcastically.”
“Bye, Simone.”
VII
Jeremy had considered telling Staci everything, but if he did that, everything would fall apart. He had Staci’s emotions to consider and worse. He’d have to confess to her that he'd been attracted to another woman and that he had spent an evening at her place.
With so much at stake, Jeremy hid the truth, even though it killed him to keep anything from Staci. He lied to her and got out of attending any appointments at the clinic.
Staci, meanwhile, was getting on fabulously with Simone. She returned from the clinic one day and she spoke of nothing else. Simone had even gotten her enrolled in some pregnancy yoga class, held twice a week, saying a hobby would be good for her.
Jeremy couldn't stop her and silently hoped that as Staci and Simone became friendly, the doctor would be less inclined to try and steal her husband.
***
Two months later, they got the news that they were hoping for.
“I'm pregnant!” Staci cried as she hugged Jeremy who'd been waiting for her outside the bathroom.
“Are you sure?” He asked, so hoping it was true.
“I took two,” She said, waving both tests in front of him.
He pulled her into his arms and spun her round in the air.
“I'm gonna be a dad!” He shouted, jubilant with tears welling up in his eyes. “How does it feel?” He asked as he put her down gently and sheepishly touched her stomach.
“It feels like a baby is in there. Staci sighed, scared, but ecstatic at the same time.
Jeremy hugged her again, holding her for a long time.
“I guess we should call Simone before we tell anyone,” his wife suggested.
Jeremy winced at the mention of Simone, but Staci was too joyous to notice. Jeremy felt a knot of confusion in his belly. Still, he couldn't help feeling a little grateful to the woman. She'd made all this possible. They were going to be a family thanks to her.
***
A few days later, Simone confirmed that Staci had been successfully impregnated. They went and visited Diane and James, Staci's parents, who truthfully haven’t been so happy to hear the news. Although they were excited for their daughter and becoming grandparents, they were not too fund of Jeremy.
Next up, they told Jeremy's mother, Cathy, who burst into tears. She'd insisted on calling Karyn and Josh, Jeremy's brother and sister, straight away, telling them they had to come over.
That important family gathering lasted nearly to midnight.
“It’s going to feel so beautiful to take your fucking life away.” The mystery woman said out loud to herself and drove away from Jeremy’s mother’s house.
VIII
Jeremy watched as Staci decided where the crib was going to go. They were in the process of converting the spare room into the baby's nursery. The sun was pouring in through the open window and they were listening to the radio playing old school R&B. Jeremy couldn't imagine feeling any happier than this.
He looked up to see Staci gazing at his body. After years of marriage Jeremy could always tell when Staci wanted it. His mind immediately turned to sex.
He walked over to Staci, the sun and the breeze feeling good on his back. He reached out to caress one of her pale arms.
“No, Jeremy...we can't fuck with baby,” Staci murmured as he lowered his mouth to her neck.
“Where the fuck you get that from?” He added as his hand slipped under her top to cop a feel, “You know you want to,”
“This baby is so...delicate. I don't… want… to... fuck you,” She protested, a little stronger than she'd intended. It made him feel like he was forcing her, “Simone said it’ll be best if we didn’t.”
Jeremy jerked his hand away at the mention of Simone's name. For weeks, he hadn't even thought about her and yet here she was interfering with their lives.
He suddenly recalled her words that day in the office. He turned back to the wall, silently resenting the way he was being made to feel like some pervert, harassing Staci, when all he wanted was to make love to his wife.
That night, when Staci yawned and said she was going to bed, Jeremy told her he had to finish up some work on the computer and that she should go up without him.
He got on the computer, pulled up the porn site he’d been discreetly using, and pleased himself.
***
The next morning, Jeremy had abandoned his policy of avoidance and gone to see Simone Haynes.
He confronted her in her office.
“Did you convince my wife not to fuck me?” He growled.
Simone gave him a bored look.
“Jeremy, I felt it my duty as a doctor to advise her that any 'lovemaking',” She said with a scornful look, “that you or she may initiate may be harmful to the baby,” She continued, spreading her hands.
Jeremy glared at her. She sounded so infuriatingly calm and reasonable.
“As a doctor?” He scoffed, “You told her that as part of your sick plan. Do you think that I'll just jump into bed with you because I'm not getting any at home?”
Simone smiled, “I see you’ve been spending more time online lately. Do you like looking at all that porn? All those porn stars pussies, Jeremy? Their fat asses and deep throats?” She inquired, “Do you even think about Staci’s stale, boring ass, storage hole anymore?”
Jeremy's jaw clenched. He wanted to know how s
he knew about his porn love making, but was too caught off guard with the blunt truth that came from her mouth. He could feel his face warming. How often did he think about Staci anymore? Hardly ever.
“Does it satisfy you to beat that thick meat off to porn, Jeremy? Wouldn't a nice warm pussy feel so much better?” She asked as her hand slipped to the crotch of her pants.
He gulped, “You're a psychopath!”
“Actually, I'm a sociopath, baby. Now, if you aren't going to get down on your knees and eat my sweet pussy, I do have patients waiting...”
Jeremy couldn't think of anything to say. Simone stood up, walked to the door and held it open for him. Jeremy walked through it, numbly. Nothing in his life had prepared him for a situation like this. He'd been raised to respect women, to honor them. He had no idea to handle one who made it so clear that she was out for sex. A slut. He wanted to hurt her, for how she made him feel.
***
That evening…
Jeremy sat in the bar next to his brother.
“Been a while since we did this,” Josh posited.
Jeremy nodded, taking a gulp of beer.
“So what's up?” Josh urged.
“When Rebecca was pregnant, did you still...you know?”
“What, have sex? Oh yeah, Rebecca was as horny as hell most of the time, at least until towards the end. Then she thought she was ugly and didn't want to so much,” Josh chuckled.
“What's it like now? I mean...how often?”
“Like rabbits,” Josh looked at his older brother, “Staci stopped giving up the puss, huh?”
“Hell yeah...”
“She’s probably scared. I know what it took for ya’ll to get pregnant, so just give her some time,”
“Thanks. I needed to hear that,”
