The Booby Trapper

***All characters are over 18 and are fictional. Any resemblance to any real-life persons or situations is purely coincidental.

Author's Note: In case anyone recognizes this story, I had this story published here over a year ago but then took it down to make some edits.

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Brandi didn't realize what time it was when she left the office. She usually stayed later when everyone else left, but never this late. She was finishing up the last of her real estate listings online and answering emails from potential buyers when she got a text from her friend Rachel, who she hadn't seen in ages. She was asking Brandi if she was on her way and realized she was twenty minutes late to meet her. She made up an excuse for why she was late, closed her computer, and ran out the door.

She had no time to go home and change; she would have to go in her pantsuit and fix her hair and makeup in the cab ride to meet Rachel. She had fixed herself up as best she could just as the cab arrived at a wine bar; she usually meets Rachel and some of her other friends. In the lobby of the wine bar, there was a hanging mirror, and she checked herself once more to make sure she looked alright. Her makeup was good, and long blonde hair was not perfect but straight, and there were no stray hairs. The pink pantsuit she was wearing was business casual enough to go out in. When she first came to these places in her early twenties, she used to wear short dresses which showed off her perfect body, but now she was thirty, and it just wasn't her style anymore. She kind of missed how she used to dress; she never had to pay for a drink. But she was a professional woman now, so it wasn't proper.

She went inside and found her friend sitting on a stool at the bar. She was being hit on by some guy, and she politely declined his advances. Rachel already had a boyfriend, but that didn't mean men stopped hitting on her. Rachel was a cute brunette with an athletic body; she had a decent-sized bust, but her ass was her best feature. She was wearing a short blue dress with matching heels. The guy who was flirting walked away just as Brandi came up to her. They hugged and exchanged greetings before Brandi took a stool next to her. Brandi was about to order a drink, but Rachel already had one ready for her.

"It's been a while, hasn't it?" Rachel asked.

"A few months, I believe. What have you been up to?"

"The same old stuff," she replied. "Work, TV, gym, boyfriend stuff, blah, blah, blah."

"Well, at least you have a boyfriend," said Brandi, feeling envious.

With the way Brandi has been burning the midnight oil the last several months, she hasn't had much time for dating. In fact, she had missed at least three good booty calls from some ex-boyfriends which she would've accepted if she had just paid attention.

"How's the fabulous James doing, by the way?" Brandi asked.

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about," said Rachel. "I need to break up with him."

"What? Oh no, I thought things were going well for you guys."

Brandi never met James, but from what she had seen from Rachel's social media, she thought they were having a lot of fun together. She even looked up James's socials and saw he was a pediatrician who once competed in the Olympics for swimming and runs blood drives. Maybe there was more to what was going on between them since nobody shows what they're really like on social media.

"Things are good, but I'm just not into him anymore."

"Really?" Brandi asked, looking surprised. "From everything I've seen, he seems like such a good catch."

"If you want him, you can have him," Rachel told her.

"I just might," Brandi joked as she sipped her wine.

"No, I'm serious," said Rachel. "In fact, that's the main reason I asked you here; I want to set up a trap for him."

Brandi almost did a spit take with her wine but quickly stopped herself.

"Please don't tell me you're asking me what I think you're going to ask," said Brandi.

"It is what you're thinking. I need you to booby trap him for me."

Brandi rolled her eyes in annoyance before drinking more of her wine.

"Please stop using that term; I hate it," said Brandi.

"You came up with that term," said Rachel.

Rachel wanted out of her relationship with James, and her best friend Brandi was her only way out of it. There was nothing really wrong with James; he was, in all senses, a good catch. He was handsome, fit, treated her well, always got along with her friends, and had a well-paid job. The problem was that they had nothing in common. While she was a party girl who liked to go clubbing and getting wild on the dance floor, he enjoyed nice dinner outs and hanging out with friends in bars and never getting drunk. While she was into trashy TV shows, he enjoyed good TV dramas. While she liked to vacation in hotspots where she could jet ski, go out in sexy bikinis, and again party, he liked to go mountain climbing, visit ancient ruins, and do other things where he could expand his mind.

The only thing keeping them together was the great sex between them. He was the best guy she has ever had sex with, including the three guys she has cheated on him with in the last year. She knew it was a mistake cheating on him, but she couldn't help herself; she wasn't into committed relationships, which made her relationship with James more of a problem. She had thought about just telling him that she had cheated on him, but she didn't want to look like the bad guy in the breakup, even though she clearly was being a bad person. She was aware of how selfish she was being, which did make her feel guilty.

"You're cheating on him?"

"I can't help myself," said Rachel. "I'm just not into monogamy like most people; I need a variety. I don't want to keep cheating on James, and I don't want to hurt his feelings either, so I thought maybe I could find another way."

"And you think I'm the best way?" Brandi asked.

"I can break up with him easily, and he would at least get laid by another sexy woman. It might help him to move on from me if he knows he can have other options."

"I'm not sure that will work," said Brandi.

"It always worked for you," Rachel said, smiling. "You were once the best at it, after all."

"Don't remind me."

"It's why they used to call you--"

"Please don't say it," Brandi begged.

"The booby trapper."

Brandi finished off her wine, then signaled the bartender she wanted another glass filled, and he got to her right away.

"I fucking hate that name," said Brandi. "So, why do you want to break up with him anyway?"

Rachel could think of only one way out of her situation, a method Brandi used to use a lot back in college but hasn't used since then. The method was simply called "the booby trap," in which she would seduce someone's boyfriend that they didn't want to be involved with anymore by sleeping with them, giving them just cause to break up with them. It was called the booby trap because of how Brandi would use her large 34DD breasts to lure the men. Once she sleeps with the guy, she would pretend to confess to his girlfriend out of guilt, or in some cases the guy himself feels guilty about cheating and confesses, then the girlfriend would use this as the perfect excuse to break up with the guy without herself looking like the villain in the breakup.

The idea started by accident with Brandi. She wasn't always the professional woman she is now; back in college she was a total party animal. There wasn't a nightclub, frat party, or social event that she didn't want to attend and have a good time. She used to dance all night and get drunk pretty regularly. Despite this lifestyle, she still somehow managed a 3.8 GPA.

Then one night, she drank too much and ended up seducing one of her sorority sister's boyfriends and slept with him. The boyfriend wanted to keep it a secret, but Brandi felt so guilty about it she confessed to it a couple of days later, and to her surprise, the sorority sister thanked her and gave her a big hug. Apparently, she had been wanting to break up with her boyfriend for some time, and Brandi handed her the perfect excuse to do so and not look like the bad guy in the situation. He was kind of a big man on campus, and it would've made her look bad if she broke up with him, but when he cheated on her with a friend of hers, nobody could blame her for dumping him. Afterwards, Brandi's friend was so grateful to her she got her a new cell phone to thank her. It was a very expensive phone too, which gave Brandi an idea for a new business venture.

When Brandi told Rachel what happened, they both thought it was a great way of how one could easily break up with a guy without any repercussions toward them. You blame the person who cheated, not the person who didn't want to be involved with a cheater. It was still a very deceitful way of breaking up with someone, but it was still a good plan.

That's when Brandi told Rachel of her idea in which she could do this as a kind of service for women on campus, if they pay her a fee. Rachel said it sounded like prostitution, but Brandi shrugged it off as only being on the line of prostitution. The men wouldn't be paying her for sex; in fact, they wouldn't even know she was paid to sleep with them; it was their girlfriends who would pay her for this service. Rachel still thought it was prostitution, but she continued to listen to her friend's crazy idea.

Brandi wanted to test if this idea could work; that's when Rachel told her she knew of a classmate of hers who wanted to break it off with her clingy boyfriend, who always made her feel bad whenever she tried to break up with him. If Brandi could seduce the guy and sleep with him, even he wouldn't blame her for breaking up with him when she found out. They went to Rachel's friend and told her what Brandi could do for her for the right price. Surprisingly, she got on board with the idea very quickly as she really wanted to get rid of her boyfriend. Rachel's friend was also from a wealthy family, so she was able to pay Brandi $1,000 to get the job done.

Brandi found the guy at a frat party the following weekend. She told the woman who hired her to stand him up, saying she had to study late. She introduced herself as a friend of his girlfriend, and they began chatting, and during that time he couldn't help looking at her tits. She came to the party wearing a very slutty dress which showed off plenty of her large breasts; she felt they were key to getting the guy. The method of using her breasts like this is why she started calling it a booby trap. It sounded ridiculous, but she liked the sound of it, and it worked like a charm.

Within an hour, she had him in the palm of her hands as she got him dancing and drinking with her all night. After she made out with him a little, she convinced him to take her back to his dorm room. There, she fucked him, gave him the best time of his life. The next day, the girlfriend confronted him about it, putting on a good show to show how upset she was that he cheated on her and broke it off with him. He felt so guilty for cheating on her, he never even tried to get her back.

Brandi earned her money, and soon, she started finding other women who were in need of her specific services. She decided she would only provide this service just for that particular situation and nothing more. She didn't want to start making up excuses to get paid to fuck men for other reasons; it was only to help women break up with men cleanly. Also, because of this specific niche in her business plan, it would limit how many men she would be sleeping with so she wouldn't become a full prostitute.

There weren't a lot of women who needed this special service, but during her time in college she met enough of them to keep her in business. She even continued this for a couple of years after college until she stopped. Rachel never got involved with this herself, but she did help Brandi find some clients and got a commission for it. Brandi estimated she had been paid for this service somewhere between thirty and forty times, never failing once. Because she was so successful at this side hustle of hers and how she used her best physical feature to ensnare her targets, she had become known to some people as 'the booby trapper.'

"It was a great service you provided," said Rachel.

"It was prostitution," Brandi replied.

"No, it wasn't. It was a service with a specific niche where--"

"Yes, remember all of that," said Brandi. "Those were just excuses I made up to cover up the fact that I was paid to have sex with men. No matter what reasons they were, or how it was done, it still made me a prostitute."

"Yeah, I never bought those excuses either," Rachel admitted "But you were having fun, so I went along with it for you."

"I admit, I did have fun doing all of that," Brandi said, smiling as she reminisced in her mind about a few of her favorite men she was paid to sleep with.

"Then have some fun now and come out of retirement one last time for me."

She thought about it for a moment. It was tempting to try one more time; she made good money and had fun having sex with all those men. But the main reason she stopped was that she had become a more professional woman; one of the top earners at the real estate firm she worked at. She didn't need to make that kind of money anymore, especially now that she was earning it legitimately.

"Sorry, Rachel, I'm going to have to say no," she told her. "Sure, it was fun, and I still have fond memories of it, but that's not me anymore."

"Please, you have to do this for me," Rachel pleaded. "We have nothing in common. It needs to end."

"Then break up with him."

"And look like the bad guy in this? I can't."

"You're already the bad guy in this," Brandi said sternly. "You're cheating on him, and you're trying to get someone to seduce him so you can break up with him."

"Fine, I admit it, I am the bad guy here," said Rachel. "But let me ask you this; when's the last time you had sex?"

The question stunned Brandi; she felt it was a low blow.

"That's not important," Brandi replied.

"That long, huh?" Rachel asked with a smug smile.

"Fine, I admit it, it's been a while," she said, then sipped her wine. "A year, actually."

"A year? Oh my god, I didn't think it was that long," Rachel asked, looking completely stunned. "Even if you stopped booby-trapping men, you're still hot; you should have several guys hitting you up for a booty call."

Brandi decided not to tell her about the few booty calls she had missed in the last year because she was working too hard.

"You should do this at least so you could get laid yourself," said Rachel. "You've seen pictures of James; you know how attractive he is, and I guarantee he's great in bed."

Thinking about how long it had been since she had sex was definitely making Brandi lean towards saying yes now. She knows James is hot from what she has seen on Rachel's social media, and if what she said about his sexual skills is true, she would have a good time. She already admitted to missing being the booby trapper, despite how much she was against going back to it.

Finally, she decided to go ahead, come out of retirement, and do this one-time job for her friend. After that, she would definitely retire, and no more of this special service, no matter who asks. There's just one detail she wanted to iron out with Rachel before she agrees.

"How much?" Brandi asked.

"Excuse me?"

"How much will you pay me for this?" Brandi asked. "And I'm not expecting the same amount I used to charge back in college. If you want the booby trapper to come out of retirement, you have to make it worth my while."

Rachel was happy because this meant Brandi was going to help her. She already planned to pay her for her service; no reason to do this for free. She was just waiting for the right time to bring up payment.

"Ten grand," said Rachel.

Brandi's jaw dropped as she was completely shocked by Rachel's offer. She used to charge her clients a thousand dollars and was expecting Rachel to say about two thousand, and from there Brandi would try to negotiate for something a little more. But she did not expect Rachel to offer her that much money just to fuck a guy.

"Are you serious?" Brandi asked.

"I know you do well in real estate, but you should've joined me on Wall Street," said Rachel. "I can afford it, and I'm sure it would be worth the money."

"Ok, I accept," Brandi said happily. "But I have one condition; I don't want you to be mean to James when you break up with him. I've seen so many women I've done this for make the man they set up feel bad about cheating on them just so they could play a bigger victim role. There were a few guys who probably deserved it, but I knew most of them didn't'. I always felt bad about that, so I don't want you to do this to James."

"Don't worry, I do feel a little guilty doing this, so afterwards, I'll break up with him nicely.

They toasted to the return of the boob trapper and began hatching their plan.

THREE DAYS LATER

Brandi and Rachel were back at the wine bar, only this time Brandi was more dressed up for the night she was planning to have. Rachel told James to meet her here to have a drink with her and Brandi, whom he had never met before, before heading out to a nightclub she wanted to check out. James wasn't much of a nightclub kind of person, but he agreed this time because he wanted to meet one of Rachel's old college friends. But Rachel would be gone by the time James had arrived. She would send texts telling them that she couldn't make it tonight and that he should go to the club with Brandi without her.

"Are you sure this would work? Would he even be into me?" Brandi asked.

"Are you serious?" Rachel asked. "You're a hot blonde with big tits wearing a slutty dress. I'm sure there have been gay guys who would want to fuck you."

Brandi wanted to brag that she actually had a few gay guys who wanted to fuck her, but she resisted.

They were at an end of the wine bar where they could see the entrance. As soon as they saw James, that's when Rachel snuck away and started typing the texts he wanted to send him on her phone.

James came in wearing a stylish button-down shirt and trousers, ready to go clubbing with his girlfriend and her best friend. Brandi got a good look at him; he was tall, muscular, and his face looked like a cross between Jon Hamm and Ryan Gosling. She had no idea why Rachel would give up on a sexy guy like him, but she thought it was her loss. It has been over a year since she had sex, and if Rachel was ready to give him up, she was more than ready to have her shot at him, even if it's just for one night.

Brandi was wearing a tight, short white dress which showed off plenty of cleavage on top. Since she had gotten to the bar dressed like that, she had already gotten two free drinks. Despite how she already looked, she still hiked up her dress an extra inch and fluffed up her tits a little to show more cleavage.

James came to the area where Brandi was looking around for her and Rachel.

"Hey there, handsome," she said to him.

James looked at her and had a big smile after he got a good look at the woman who was speaking to him.

"Hello," he said nervously. "I'm sorry, I'm waiting for someone."

"You're James, right?" Brandi asked, which got his attention. "I'm Brandi, Rachel's friend."

"Oh, I'm sorry, it's great to meet you."

He put up his hand to shake hers, but she ignored that and hugged him. She gave him an extra hard hug to push her tits against him, getting him slightly aroused and giving him a good idea of what her body feels like against his.

She pulled back from the hug and got a good look at him.

"Damn, you are looking good tonight," she said, continuing her friendly flirtation.

"Thanks, so do you," he replied.

"I love that shirt," she said and put her hand on his chest. "I love the feel of this fabric."

"Yes. Um. It feels good," he said nervously.

What she was doing so far were simple methods most women use to get a man's attention, but she was doing it a little more to make sure he was very focused on him. The compliments and simple touching always worked when meeting a man. Brandi was confident that pretty soon, she would have James forgetting about Rachel.

"Have you heard from Rachel?"

"She didn't text you?" she asked. "She suddenly had to leave, an emergency with some client of hers and had to run back to her office to deal with it. Apparently, it's a big client whose worth millions so she had to give him her full attention."

"No, I didn't get a text; I just got here--" That's when James got a notification on his phone that he was receiving a text.

The texts basically verified Brandi's story about having to leave on a work emergency. She also added to please keep Brandi company and go with her to the club.

"Well, so much for that," he said. "I guess we should call it an early night."

"Oh no, please stay," she said, pouting. "I was looking forward to tonight. It's bad enough Rachel ran out on us; please don't leave me here alone."

"Well, Rachel did ask me to keep you company. So, I can stay for a couple of drinks."

James signaled the bartender and ordered a couple of drinks for them. They sat at the bar for a while drinking their wine and telling funny stories. James tried to bring up Rachel a few times, but Brandi casually found a way to change the subject. She needed him to focus on her, not on his girlfriend.

The only time Brandi brought up Rachel herself was to tell a story about a guy she hooked up with to make her look slutty. She also told him some mean stories about her in which she mistreated some people back in college. It was a good way to make him subconsciously peel away any good thoughts he had of her. The more she was able to remove some of his emotional connection to Rachel, the more she was able to get him to focus on her instead. After booby trapping enough men, she knew how to gently manipulate them to get them to cheat on their girlfriends even when they are not the type.

After they were done with their drinks, Brandi suggested they go to the club Rachel wanted to take them to.

"I don't know, clubs aren't really my thing," he said. "I was only going to go because of Rachel."

"Oh, please don't let me go alone," she said with puppy dog eyes. She also moved in a little closer to get him to look at her tits again. She caught him looking several times already.

"Ok, why not?" he said.

He paid the tab and got them an Uber to the club. In the car, Brandi made some subtle flirtations with James, again not overly doing it as to not scare him off. He might end up thinking he couldn't cheat on Rachel, and she wanted to slowly get the idea into his mind. She was also shocked at how easy it was getting back into the game of seducing a guy. She used to have fun booby-trapping men; it was nice to try it one more time.

Rachel already had them on the guest list at the club, so they didn't have to wait in line like so many other people. It was a typical club with a dance floor, a couple of bars, and some VIP areas. Rachel also set them up with a booth in the VIP area and complimentary champagne. James popped open the bottle and poured them both a glass. Now he was having fun, just as Brandi hoped.

"What should we toast to?" She asked.

"How about to Rachel?" James responded.

"No, she ditched us; let's toast to you and us having fun tonight."

James agreed it was a good toast; they clinked their glasses together and drank up. Then Brandi made him pour another drink for them and drank it up as well. After some time flirting and making sure James got a good look at her tits, she made him take her on the dance floor. It has been a while, but Brandi worked the dance floor as if she were a professional. She showed off some moves to make sure James was concentrating on her body and even grinded on him a little. She could tell that James was having a good time, showing off his own moves on the dance floor. A couple of women tried to cut in and dance with him, but she managed to push her away to keep James all to herself.

They went to the bar for a couple more drinks and hit the dance floor again. Chilled out at the VIP area with another drink and hit the dance floor again. Then later, they had to separate to go to the bathroom, but then they went back to dancing. Despite the reason she was out with him tonight, Brandi was having a great time with James. Besides being a great dancer, he was great company. When they weren't drinking and dancing, they were having great conversations. She even stopped overly flirting with him, just to talk to him. He was heavily concentrated on looking at her tits, but she couldn't blame him for since that was she wanted him to do.

Near the end of the night, they decided to finally head home. They got an Uber, and they decided to first go to James's place, since his place was closer. During the ride, she went back to overly flirting with him, even cozying up to his body. When they got to his place, she had to come up with a clever plan to make sure she went up to his apartment instead of continuing the ride to her place next.

"May I use your bathroom?" she asked him. Not the cleverest plan, but it's one that always works.

He said it was no problem and ended the Uber ride there. They entered his apartment, and that's when Brandi made her move. She grabbed him and kissed him hard on the mouth; he didn't resist as she was afraid, he might and instead held her close as they made out in the hallway of his apartment. They started to make their way to the bedroom, taking off pieces of their clothing. Just before they got to the bed, they were stripped down to their underwear, and that's when James stopped everything.

"Wait, hold a moment," he called out and held her back. "We can't do this."

"Why not?" She asked.

"I can't cheat on Rachel," he answered. "She and I don't have the best relationship, but that doesn't mean I should cheat on her."

"Are you sure about that? We're already here; we might as well give it a try."

She began kissing him again, but he pushed her away.

"I'm sorry, I just can't."

"Do you love Rachel?" she asked.

He had to think about it for a moment. "Maybe, I don't know. I like her a lot, but I'm not sure if I'm in love with her."

Brandi knew she was close to closing the deal. He wasn't entirely sure if he loved Rachel enough to stay faithful to her so he just needed a little incentive. That's when Brandi took off her bra and threw it to the ground. James took one look at her tits and was practically in a hypnotic state. It was the final act of the booby trap on the rare occasion when a man she's seducing has second thoughts about cheating on their girlfriends, usually right before they sleep together. She gets naked for them, and they're back in the game. When all else fails, the tits will prevail.

"If you don't love her, then it's not a big deal to fool around on her," Brandi said with a sexy smile.

"Oh, fuck it, why not?"

James grabbed her and threw her on the bed. They took off the last pieces of their clothing as they fondled each other. They kissed heavily as James was grabbing at Brandi's tits, and she was grabbing his large erect dick and stroking it. He got right on top of her, and she opened her legs wide for him. Then without any hesitation he shoved his dick right into her pussy. James left in there for a moment; he wanted to enjoy the feeling of her warm, tight pussy around his dick. Brandi felt a great sense of satisfaction to finally have a dick put inside her after not having sex for so long.

James started fucking her slowly with Brandi holding him close to her body, letting out moans every time he pushed himself into her body. She begged him to go faster, and he complied with her request, picking up his speed. His large dick was hurting her, but in a good way that she loved.

After he started to slow down a bit, that's when Brandi made James get off of her and onto his back. She then grabbed his dick and shoved it into her mouth. Her lips were sealed perfectly around his shaft as she bobbed her head up and down, making light sucking noises as she did it. She was worried that she was going to be out of practice giving a blowjob because it had been so long since she had done it, but she was surprised at how well she was still good at sucking dick. James was impressed by her oral skills; he could never get Rachel to go down on him. The regular sex was always good between them, but she never wanted to suck his dick, which became so aggravating. So, he was relieved to finally get a beautiful woman taking his dick into her mouth.

When she was done with the blowjob, she repositioned herself on top of him and guided his dick back into her body and began riding him. His hands were firmly placed on her hips as she began bouncing around on his dick. He just laid back, watching as this amazingly beautiful woman enjoyed herself as she rode him, her hair flying wildly and her tits gently jiggling around. Brandi missed this so much; she missed letting her true wild self out. She began to go faster, moaning louder, James slapping her ass a few times while telling her what a good slut she was, and she loved it.

"OH YESSS!!!" She screamed as an orgasm surged through her.

The orgasm made her stop for a moment, giving James the opportunity to get her on her back again. He pinned her hands by her side as he began pounding her pussy with his cock at her as hard and fast as he could with her screaming obscenities. She said things he never thought he'd hear a woman say, even during sex.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck my whore cunt with your cock!" she screamed.

"You really love being treated like a whore, don't you?"

"Yes, I love it!" She replied. "I am a whore! I'm a paid whore! Fuck me for all the money I'm worth."

For a moment, Brandi regretted talking like that because she was worried, she was going to slip up and the truth about her would be revealed. But James didn't react to what she said, so she felt she was in the clear and resumed enjoying herself. James did think what she said was unusual, but he just assumed she was saying these things as some kind of game to make things a little kinkier between them, so he went along with it. He called her a good whore and worth every dollar she got paid and was loving it.

"OH YESS!! FUUUCCKKK!!!" She screamed as another orgasm went through her.

After a while, he couldn't hold off much longer and got that feeling all men get in their groins which lets them know they were going to explode. He tried to hold it off as much as he could; he wanted to have as much time with Brandi as he was able to get. He managed to hold off a few more minutes until, with one final thrust into the pussy, he shot his cum right into her and was finished. It was in that moment they both realized he wasn't wearing a condom, but neither one of them seemed to care about that.

James got off of Brandi and lay down next to her.

"You were amazing," she told him.

"Thank you," he replied. "You were amazing also."

They both fell asleep holding each other. Several hours later, James woke up from the sun shining through the window hitting his face. Brandi was sleeping on his chest, both of them still naked from last night. He couldn't help yawning and stretching a little, and those movements then woke up Brandi, who did the same. They were both a little groggy from the night before and began talking about what they should have for breakfast.

"I'm glad the two of you had so much fun together," a voice called out from the bedroom door.

They were both startled to see Rachel standing there, looking at them. Even though Brandi knew that she was going to be hooking up with James tonight, she was still surprised to see her standing there. Usually, the plan called for them to wait a day after the sex has happened before the woman confronts the guy. But Brandi never called or texted Rachel when it was over as she was supposed to, so she came to see for herself what had happened. She was surprised to see Brandi and James being so cozy together in bed when she was supposed to just have sex with him and then leave.

James covered their naked bodies up with a blanket as he began his apologies, the usual stuff that a man would say when he gets caught cheating. Brandi, in order to play along, said whatever she thought she should say to play a woman who just betrayed her best friend in order to sell the ruse.

"Save it, both of you," said Rachel, and they both went quiet. "James, it's ok, I was thinking of breaking up with you anyway; you just made this easier for me."

"Ok, that's good, I guess," he responded with a look of confusion on his face. He couldn't help thinking there was something that wasn't right about the whole situation; it was going way too easy for him.

"And as for you, babe," she looked at Brandi. "We're cool. I'm glad you had fun. You've been working too hard lately; you seem to have forgotten how to enjoy yourself."

"Thank you," Brandi replied.

Brandi felt Rachel was right; she had been working too much lately. It was all about work for her these days, and she rarely went out to enjoy herself. She was still a young woman; she should be out there enjoying herself. She wondered if Rachel used the idea of making her the booby trapper again as a way to get her to have some fun again, while at the same time using this to break up with James. Next time she talked with Rachel alone, she had to remember to thank her for this.

"So, James, I hope we could still be friends," said Rachel. "We may see each other now and again in some circles since we know many of the same people, so there's no reason not to be civil with each other."

"Yes, that sounds great," he replied, still bewildered that he was getting off so easily here.

"Wonderful," said Rachel. "So, I'll leave you two alone now. James, let's text later to schedule when to pick up our own things from each other's places."

It was just as Rachel promised she would do; since she was setting James up, the least she could do was not make him feel bad about cheating on her. Rachel left the bedroom and out the front door of the apartment, leaving Brandi and James alone together. They had breakfast and talked about what happened. He then asked her out to dinner, but she declined. She didn't feel right about being paid to sleep with him so Rachel could freely break up with him. Plus, she was still going to accept the money Rachel would send her later on; there was no way she was going to give up ten grand. She felt it wouldn't be right to date him after accepting that money.

But that didn't stop her from fucking James for the next several months. She wasn't going to date him, but she was definitely going to keep him as a fuck buddy as long as they both wanted to. Rachel knew about it and couldn't blame Brandi for wanting more sex from him.

THREE MONTHS LATER

Brandi met up with Rachel at the wine bar exactly on time. Months ago, she learned to stop working so much and start enjoying her life again, which Rachel was happy to see. Rachel even knew about how she and James were fuck buddies. She was a little jealous because she missed the sex with James but was glad for them both having some fun together.

One of Rachel's friends, Gina, was there. After they exchanged greetings, they all ordered something to drink.

"So, you're the infamous booby trapper," said Gina.

"Dammit, Rachel; what the hell?" Brandi said angrily.

"I'm sorry, but please hear her out before you get mad," said Rachel.

Gina told Brandi about how she wanted to break it off with her fiancé for a while now. She had been cheating on him and knew it would cause her a problem with her family and friends if this ever came out. She knew she was doing wrong, but she was a big name in the public relations industry and was worried this may affect her career. When she told Rachel about this, that's when she told her about Brandi. They figured if she could get her fiancé to cheat on her, then they could mutually end their engagement without a problem. She even promised to end the relationship with her fiancé nicely, just like Rachel said how Brandi preferred.

Brandi initially said no and stated how she doesn't do that anymore. Gina then offered her twenty grand to booby trap her fiancé. The money was too good to pass up, so she happily accepted. Rachel was also happy since she was getting a commission for setting Brandi up with a new client.