Victoria beat me to it.
"I'm Victoria." She nodded to me without looking. "I'm getting married to Darren."
I was mortified. She didn't even know my name.
"Darren who?"
"This guy, duh," she said and put her arm around me.
"You're his fiancé? Victoria? Victoria is your fiancé?"
Wendy looked deflated and defeated. I could see tears in her eyes.
"Wendy, it's not what you think..."
"Not what I think?" she yelled.
"Listen, just let me explain, you don't understand. I-"
"Oh, I understand, Daryl Daneski. I understand. I'm just this thing you can discard - again - and that's just fucking dandy with you, isn't it? You'll just run off and fuck this tart and then lie and tell me that you can't stop thinking about me?"
"No, Wendy, if you'd just-"
"Who are you calling a tart, you fat bitch?"
"What does she mean 'again?'"
"Fat? Listen, you whore, I've known Daryl - it's Daryl, not Darren, by the way, idiot - how can you be his fiancé if you don't even know his fucking name? I've known Daryl for half my life and you can't even get his name right? What the hell is this? Are you an actress?"
Oh, god, this can't be happening.
"Wendy, please, I'll talk to you later."
"No, tell me now."
"I can't."
"He can't. And you need to go." Evelyn pushed Wendy backwards, out of the bar and into the hall. They had some words and Wendy stomped off.
"What was that about? Are you already married? Because I'm cool with that. I'm just doing this because daddy told me he's going to cut off my allowance if I don't. Something about cleaning his money."
"I'm not marr- what? Cleaning his money? You mean money laundering?"
"I don't know." Her phone rang and she answered it. "Oh, hey, Porsche. Yeah, I can talk now." She turned away from me.
Seriously - what the fuck? Money laundering? What have you gotten us into, Evelyn?
Chapter 8
Wendy
Who the fuck does he think he is? He's fucking some bimbo and me at the same time? Is that who he thinks I am?
And she doesn't even know his name?
And why is the fucking FBI looking at emails from Evelyn... that's she's sending as him.
This was too much. And when things get hectic, like when my dad died and I had to deal with it, I buried myself in my work.
Good thing there was a lot of work to do. The phone app was slow, so I did some troubleshooting while I mumbled to myself. The server that ran the stage crashed to a blue screen and I sent Jeff to fix it - or tried to, that fat fucker just laughed at me and said he'd get to it after he finished one more level on Call of Honor.
I felt like I was living in a parallel dimension, one that hated me and had one duty - fuck Wendy, fuck her in her tight ass, and when she couldn't take any more, fuck her a few more times just so she knew she was good and fucked.
Fuck!
Seriously, life is out to screw me any way it can.
Then I found it. And email in plain text. From "[email protected]." But not from Daryl - from Evelyn?
"Deal is on. Terms as discussed. Upkeep and expenses, $200k/year. I will wash your money through several casinos."
Holy shit, she found a trophy wife for Daryl in exchange for laundering money. Who was this guy?
Lisa barged in, panting and sweating. "Uh, Wendy, I have something to tell you. I promoted Jeff. Now you work under him."
My jaw hit the floor. "What? You can't do that! I know he's your son-in-law, Lisa, but he's a fucking total clue bag!"
"Well, you pissed off the wrong person, Wendy." She paused to catch her breath. "How many times did I tell you that you're your own worst enemy? You run around here like you own the place and you think you're god's gift, Wendy. And you're good. Real good. I tell you all the time. But that's not enough if you're pissing off the wrong people."
"Evelyn," I whispered through clenched teeth.
"I can't say. But Jeff is the tech lead from now on. I'm sorry, it's out of my hands. But goddamnit, Wendy, why'd you have to do it?" She looked like she felt bad, like she tried to stand up for me but was overruled. And she never swears, so this was extra serious.
"That bitch hates me because I'm not good enough for Daryl."
"Who's Daryl?"
"Daryl Dinero."
"Oh, goodness, I didn't realize THAT was Mr. Dinero." She looked around even though we were alone in the server room. She was still struggling to catch her breath. "He's really cute!" She smiled and her double chin jiggled. I didn't have the heart to argue with her any more.
"It's okay, Lisa. You did what you had to do." I hugged her and she returned a tentative embrace. "Where's Jeff?"
"Behind the stage curtain, in the comms room. He said you sent him there to fix something?"
"Yeah, the system back there blue-screened." Holy fuck, that neck-bearded bastard actually did something I asked him to.
"Jeff, I need to talk to you." The little room behind the stage was only big enough for a few people, but it was really just a control room for the stage. It was all computerized.
I could see the system was back up, but I wasn't sure if it was running. I assumed it just needed a reboot. Like most stuff in IT, step 1 was "did you restart it?"
"No, I need to talk to you," he was nodding his head slowly and grinning. His teeth were gross. His beard was gross. He was just gross in every way you could think. And he looked at my tits when he talked to me again.
"Stop staring at my tits, asshole!" I was dead serious this time.
"Well well well, how the tables have turned," he grinned again but looked me in the eyes. He got out of his chair and stood in front of me like he was challenging me. Typical man, thinks he can intimidate a woman.
"You don't know how to run the show here. There's an email server issue, and I think the FBI is monitoring us."
The color drained from Jeff's face and he got shifty. "FBI?"
"Yeah, F-B-fucking-I. I don't need your shit right now, Jeff." I rolled my eyes at him.
"Wh- What are they monitoring? That stuff was just popups from legal sites, I swear." He started to sweat. More than usual.
"Fuck! Jeff, pull yourself together. There's something going on and I need to figure out what it is."
"You need to go wipe the proxy server while I wipe my emails. And the logs. You know how to do that, right?"
"Jeff, I'm not helping hide your kiddie porn or whatever nasty shit you're into."
"I'm not into kiddie porn. I may have-" he looked around and started to whisper - "messaged this person I thought was 32... she may have been unde--"
"Na na na, I don't want to hear it! Just shut up for a second, Jeff!"
"No, YOU shut up! You work for me, remember!" He poked me in the chest, thumped me right on the breastbone. He actually touched me. "You'll delete that stuff, and you'll do it now!" He got up in my face. God, he stank, but I wasn't going to back down to the creep.
"So help me, Jeff, if you fucking TOUCH me again," I swatted his hand away and sighed. "Your petty problems are nothing to me, you fat slob. The FBI is out to fry much bigger fish. We need to-"
"No! You're going to help me or you're fired." He pushed me back and I tripped and fell out of the room.
I don't know where he came from, but Daryl planted a solid right hook into Jeff's jaw before I even hit the ground.
"You're fired, you disgusting fuck. If I ever see you push Wendy - or anyone, for that matter - again, I'll make sure you spend the rest of your life eating and shitting through a tube."
Jeff scrambled back, holding his jaw, fear in his eyes. He managed to get up, fall, get up again and run out the back stage exit.
I looked up at Daryl. "Thanks for saving me, Daddy."
He laughed and extended a hand, I took it and tried to pull him down, but he was too strong. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Where'd you learn to fight l
ike that?"
"Boxing champ in the Academy. I was young and angry. Angry that I left the girl behind."
His words landed on me like a ton of bricks.
"But your fiancé thinks I'm fat."
"She's not my fiancé. Yet. And you're not fat, you're great just like this." He took my hand and pulled me close and stared into my eyes. His were deep, solid brown. I wanted to get lost in them, but he leaned in to me and my eyes closed. I met his lips softly, slid his hand down to my ass and squeezed it, then kissed me harder.
I groaned and pushed my coat off, and he pulled down my bra straps, unhooked the back and moved down to kissing my neck. My skin stood in goosebumps. I turned my head away, my chest heaving, and he sat in the chair. My breasts were in his face and he squeezed them both, then worked his tongue around my areola and then gave a gentle bite on my nipple.
"Ooh!" I said, smiled, and ran my fingers through his hair, hiked up my dress, and reached down inside my panties to rub my pussy.
"Mm," he said.
I pulled my panties down, stepped out of them and straddled his leg. I wanted to mark him with my scent like a cat; I purred and mewed into his ear and bit down on his neck.
He reached around and squeezed my ass again, slid a finger inside me. I was hot and wet, ready for him. He licked my finger, put it back inside my pussy and rubbed my clit with his thumb, then pulled it back out and and put it to my mouth. I jerked my head forward and put his whole finger in my mouth and bit down lightly on his fingers and laughed, then looked at him with a sultry smile and sucked on his finger like I was sucking his cock.
"Daddy likes," I growled.
He pulled his finger out and ran it down my chin, neck, between my breasts, down to my belly button, then my pussy again. He spread me open with one hand while he circled my clit with his other hand. I ground my hips into his hands.
His cock was rock hard and trapped inside his pants. He leaned back to undo his pants but I took over, left them around his ankles, swung each leg around him, and lowered myself until his cock just touched my pussy. He looked up at me and I bit my lip, pushed down a little and lifted back up, smiled, and repeated that until the head of his cock was wet and ready to fill my cunt.
"I'm on the pill, and I want you to fill me up... Daddy." I pushed him deeper inside of me. "Fill me full of your cock, baby." I put my full weight on him and moaned. I tilted her hips back and forth, at the same time I slid back forward and backward on his cock. I closed my eyes and lost myself in it. So hard and so thick, he smelled great, he fucked me great; I had a passing thought that I was the perfect wife for him. Not that bimbo slut.
This was so wrong but so right. That thought pushed me closer.
I started to dig my fingers into his back. He reached down and rubbed my clit in small circles and I breathed harder, pushed harder into him.
"Yeah, just like that," I whispered. My eyebrows went up over closed eyes and I threw her head back. My body started to tremble and I pushed down on him, squeezed my vagina on his massive cock, shook, raised up just a little and pushed back down hard, squeezed again, and again, and finally caught my breath, smiled at him, and kissed him fully.
He pulled on my hips, forcing me down onto him. I was full of him and I loved it, I wanted it to last forever. Stay inside me forever, Daryl. Daddy. My huge breasts bounced in front of his face and he couldn't take it any more, he was so close. I slowed to a stop, pulsed my pussy up and down without moving. His eyes were closed, he was enjoying my little trick. A trick I never got to show him before.
I stroked his cock with my pussy and he breathed harder until he pulled my hips tight against him and emptied his load into me. I could feel the heat inside me, filling me up, claiming me as his. Thrust after thrust, I pulled harder onto him, wanting him as deep inside me as I could get.
Eat your heart out, Victoria.
Chapter 9
Daryl
After we got dressed, Wendy checked the problem that she had sent Jeff to fix, then I took her out to the conference to meet some people.
As soon as she saw us, Evelyn gave Wendy the evil eye.
You know what, fuck Evelyn.
I don't know what sort of deal Evelyn made, but it's off. I don't know what sort of 1950s romance novel Evelyn has been reading, but this isn't how things went nowadays. You don't just blindly marry someone and then fall in love. That's just not the world we live in.
I have to back out of the agreement with Evelyn. She'll be upset but she'll see it's for the best. And I'll have to ask her about this money laundering scheme - no illegal shit, that was a ground rule I laid out for myself from the beginning, and I wasn't about to turn around on that.
Later. Right now, I have to make some more rounds with these VIPs.
"Judge Chalmers, I'd like you to meet my good friend, Wendy."
He stood and extended his hand. "Nice to meet you, Wendy. You're a lovely lady." She blushed and returned a compliment.
"I didn't realize there were judges in their 20s!" She smiled and they shared a laugh.
Evelyn seriously fucked up. Wendy was where it was at.
"Daryl, you didn't tell me your fiancé was such a charmer!" He was absolutely glowing.
She glanced at me to see if I was going to correct him - nope, I wouldn't dare.
"Wendy, do I know you? Do you live around here?"
"Born and raised, just like Daryl."
"High school sweethearts?" He looked hopeful.
"Sort of. We had a love affair the summer after high school, but before he went to the Academy."
"Beautiful. I love stories where high school sweethearts get married. Looks very good. Wins a lot of voters. And it's just nice that people still do that."
"Thanks, Judge Chalmers. I always knew that Daryl and I would end up together."
I looked at her and squeezed her hand. She meant it. She's the real deal.
I took her around to meet several more people - the assemblymen, the other State Senators, and the Congressmen. We even had a U.S. Senator make an appearance, and Wendy charmed the pants off of her.
I just had to stand back and let her do her thing. She was a fucking natural.
My first thought was that I couldn't believe it, but I actually COULD believe it. She was always a natural.
After I paraded her around, I took Wendy to the kitchen. I'd had my personal favorite chefs from my casinos come before me to train the cooks for the conference, and for general cooking skills in the restaurant. I planned to open a restaurant in this little town that was able to get a Michelin star. Only they didn't quite know it. Yet.
My favorite chef, Pierre, was an affable, older man with an amazing palate.
"Pierre, the lady would like something to eat. A donut, I believe, was denied you this morning?" She blushed and nodded.
"I was driving and eating and I dropped my donut. I never did get breakfast. I'm actually starving."
"Mon cherie, you must eat! Please, allow me to make beignets for you."
"Oh, like at Disney?"
"Oui, only the best for mademoiselle."
Pierre had a batch in process, and we ate hot beignets out of the fryer. I burned my tongue and she soothed it with little kisses.
I was smitten. I was falling for Wendy all over again. This time, I wasn't going to ruin it with blind ambition.
We moved on to the elevator and rode it up and down at least 10 times. There was making out in front of the guests, in front of the VIPs making their way to their rooms before dinner, and it was all fun and games until Evelyn was there when the elevator opened.
She looked scared.
"Can I talk to you? I need to talk to you." She'd lost that giddy schoolgirl look she had when she was introducing me to to Victoria.
"Can it wait? I've talked to everyone you wanted me to schmooze with. It's going great, Eve, can't you take a night off?"
"It's NOT going great, Daryl. You don't understand."
"Did you demote Wendy, Evelyn?"
"I can explain. Please, just come with me. I need to talk to you. NOW."
"Okay." I leaned in close to Wendy and handed her a room key card. "Meet me in an hour?" She kissed my neck and glared at Evelyn, got off the elevator, and turned to look at me checking out her ass as she walked away.
"What in the ever-loving fuck is your problem, Eve?" I wasn't that serious with Evelyn very often. Only one other time, in fact. And that wasn't even this serious.
"You don't get it. I worked very hard to find you the perfect wife, Daryl. Victoria is perfect for you."
"She's a fucking Vegas airhead, Eve. I mean, is that what you think I like? A fucking big-titted ditz?"
"You don't understand, Daryl." She looked scared again.
"You keep saying that, and you're right, I don't understand what your problem is. What's your beef with Wendy? She's not little miss perfect body? She doesn't have connections?"
"You have to go forward with Victoria. I can't explain more than that."
"Have you been using my email here, Eve? I... saw some strange messages."
"What sort of strange messages? I didn't send any strange messages. Are you sure they weren't yours? I don't know what you're talking about."
She was a hard ass, but she wasn't shifty. She was being shifty now. About Victoria, and now about these emails.
"Did you fire Wendy?"
"I had a talk with her supervisor, and she was already considering demoting her, yes. It wasn't my call."
I could smell the bullshit a mile away.
"I don't get you, Eve. You tell me I need a woman. I need the perfect wife. I find someone I like and you try - repeatedly - to get her out of the picture so I'll get with this brain-dead bimbo, and you know I don't want that. And what was she talking about, an allowance plus expenses? I didn't agree to that."
"I can't tell you, Daryl," she looked down and shook her head. When she looked up, she had tears in her eyes.
I couldn't believe it, the woman of steel had tears in her eyes.
"What the hell is going on, Eve? What did Victoria mean about money laundering?"
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