The Thirsty Housewife

How it all began:

I joined the Marines right out of high school, I always knew that was my calling. I proudly served my country for 20 years then retired to return home to a quiet life of peace and solitude.

Turns out, retirement isn't all it's cracked up to be... so a couple years ago, I decided to put all the skills I had learned in the military to good use -- I'm now a Private Investigator.

In this city, I'm one of the best PI's in the field. When the cops can't or won't help you out, and if you have the resources to pay my exorbitant fees, then I'm your Go-to-Girl.

I'm an old-fashioned gumshoe detective, one not afraid to break the rules to get what she needs. I'll devote my whole being to your case, there's almost nothing I won't do...

Introductions:

The bell over my door jingles when he enters my outer office. He's cordially greeted by my receptionist then they are in a deep, serious conversation. I can't make out exactly what they are saying but I understand the tone of it-- the man is definitely tearfully pleading; I can gather that much.

Emily enters my office with apologies for the intrusion. No, the man doesn't have an appointment... worse yet, he's here hoping I'll take his case pro-bono.

I roll my eyes, "why would I do that?"

Emily explains that he's at his wits' end but then happened to see the news the other night where they highlighted my latest success--I had found & rescued a missing child for a devastated family.

("Yes, a very wealthy couple who had paid me handsomely for my efforts!" I think to myself...)

There's a long awkward pause... I see something in Emily's eyes... I agree.

The sad-sack-of-a-man enters and sits...

Me: "So... what can I do for you?"

Sad-sack: "It's my wife... she's suddenly gone missing!"

Me: (I wait... he doesn't contribute anything further... so I finally rotate my finger in his direction-- "get on with this.")

Sad-sack: "Oh... right, I'm sorry. So we've been happily married for 30 years. Our kids are grown, two already raising families of their own, our youngest is in college."

Me: "And then... your wife... vanished?"

Sad-sack: "Exactly! She woke up early to fix my breakfast the way she always did, then we hugged as I was going out the door. She told me to have a nice day... that dinner would be waiting for me when I got home..."

Me: "And then... something went wrong?

Sad-sack: "That's exactly right! I came home to find the house completely empty. There were no signs as to what had happened, there was no note. But there was a pot of stew simmering on the stovetop."

Me: "What aren't you telling me?"

I study his face... he seems sincere... he does seem like he's facing a serious crisis.

Long pause... he doesn't know what to say.

Me: "Have you filed a missing person's report with the police?"

Sad-sack: "Of course I did, right away."

Me: "And... what did they think?"

Sad-sack: "They didn't find any signs of a struggle... so believed she had left by her own free will. Like maybe she had grown tired of me... and had taken off with a boyfriend!"

Me: "Please, calm down... I understand this is a stressful time but you need to be stronger than this. Tell me about your wife, is she... does she... look, is it possible she ran off to start a new life or something?"

Sad-sack: "Why would she do that? We've been married 30 years! We have kids!!"

I'm beginning to wish I never agreed to this. She's been his devoted what exactly? His maid who kept house & cooked his meals?

I'm not exactly a feminist, still...

I make a mental note to have a very stern conversation with Emily later... this is totally unacceptable!

He drops to his knees and begins to beg. I finally give in... not because my heart has suddenly grown exponentially in size like 'The Grinch who stole Christmas'... but because I'm nursing a serious hangover from last night.

I take down the pertinent information then pledge I'll stop by his house tomorrow to begin my investigation.

Sad-Sack Residence:

If ever there were such a thing as a 'humble abode' then this is certainly it. I ring the doorbell and wait.

He is pleased to see me and welcomes me inside. I look around then ask for a cup of coffee. He's not exactly sure... there's an old-fashioned percolator but he's not too sure how to use it.

I tell him to run to Starbucks or something for god's sake, I need caffeine! He apologizes then departs... I have the place to myself.

I rummage through her closet--these clothes are depressing. Then I open up her underwear/sock drawer... nothing dainty, hardly anything that could be called even remotely sexy.

I scour her bookcase... okay, she was definitely into those plain vanilla romance paperbacks... but, other than that, I'm not seeing anything too risqué.

I check her bedside table... then the shoe boxes in the closet; no vibrators or dildos. She could be living a double-life but I'm finding that harder and harder to believe.

His car pulls back in the drive, I meet him on the front porch. As we sip our coffees, I begin my interrogation.

Did she have life insurance? // No.

Has she been acting strange of late? // No.

Any unexplained phone calls? // No.

Has she been wearing new perfume? // No.

Friends she might have confided in? // No.

Did she have a cellphone? // Yes.

Do you have it or is it missing? // I have it.

He hands me the mobile but the phone is locked. I ask him for the code but he's not sure.

The phone is asking for six digits. I try their birthdays (his, hers, all of their kids) then their anniversary date (MMDDYY)--Nope.

I ask if I can borrow the device, I kinda know a guy who might be able to help. // Yes.

I scan the nearby houses... one has a doorbell security camera... I ask about the occupants.

I learn the house is owned by an old man, he lives alone, certainly isn't the nicest fellow.

I thank Sad-sack for the leads then promise to be in touch soon. He goes back inside as I head to my car. I apply some make-up, then remove my bra as I change from my button-up shirt into a skimpy halter top that will showcase my bountiful cleavage.

I runway-model my way across the street to the house with the security camera, all the while bopping up and down so my playful breasts (38DDs) bounce wonderfully in rhythm with my steps.

As I draw near, I can see the front door is already open for me. Yeah, I had a feeling he'd be watching my approach... probably spends hours every day keeping tabs on the comings and goings in the neighborhood.

To my surprise, instead of an old codger waiting for me... I'm greeted by an inner screen door. I hear chimes inside the house, surely the fancy security system alert is announcing my presence.

I hear a voice yell, "just a minute" then I see a figure inside the living room finishing up a set of push-ups. I hear him say 'seventy'...

He springs up and bounds to the door... I come face-to-face with... like a muscular Roman gladiator. He doesn't seem thrown in the least, simply says that he was expecting me but that, sadly, his grandpops had to fly out to visit his sister-- she's ill.

I must still look stunned as I enter the house because then he asks if I'm the nurse from the VNA or not.

Me: "No... sorry... I'm actually a private eye. Your neighbor lady went missing last Tuesday... so I was hoping to ask... if by any chance, your security camera picked up anything that might be useful."

Gladiator: "I already told the officers that visited from your department, our security system isn't working. I'm sorry but there's nothing I can do to help."

Me: "Didn't I just hear it chime?"

Gladiator: (thrown off guard) "Well, maybe that part works... but I don't have any videos or anything."

Me: "Listen, I'm not police, your neighbor hired me to help find his wife. I swear, this is just between you and me."

Gladiator: (long pause) "Yeah, well that's exactly what you would say if you were a police detective. (long pause) Look, I'm sorry I really am, but--"

Me: "I get it! Seriously, you don't want anyone up in your business--"

Gladiator: "What do you mean by that?"

Me: "Look... I dunno... maybe you bought weed from a guy and he accidentally came to the front door. Maybe you're like sleeping with somebody's wife? Seriously, I don't care... trust me!"

Gladiator: "This feels like entrapment... look, I watch all those crime shows. I show you the videos then I'm being handcuffed and you are laughing at me."

Me: "May I close the front door? (he doesn't answer, so I kick it shut with my foot then before he has a chance to respond, I reach down with both hands and pull my halter top off in one swift motion)

Gladiator: "Damn, those are nice titties! Still, what does that prove?"

Me: "It proves I'm not a cop."

Gladiator: "Does it?"

He has a sharp legal mind--NOT! But he's definitely in my wheelhouse--'young, dumb, and full of cum.'

I tell him a vice cop might flirt and dress provocatively in hopes her mark will proposition her--yes, that's legal. But no way is she allowed to strip naked... and offer up her body in a real way.

He tilts his head, trying to get a bead on me.

I pull off my skirt... then toss him my panties. His eyes grow wide.

Me: "Are we doing this or not?"

Gladiator: "I swear... if this is some sort of trick, I'm lawyering up and you'll be sorry."

I tell him to shut the fuck up, I'm losing my patience, so he best get naked and sit in that chair.

He hesitates so I assure him I'll make all of the moves; he can just submit to me. Plus there's no money changing hands, I just want to see his security videos.

He's reached his breaking point, he obeys... I watch him undress and even whistle my approval. He is all smiles... and HARD... emphasis on that last point. His cock bounces up and down as he approaches; as he turns to sit, I give him a playful swat on his behind.

Gladiator:

I approach him the way an animal control officer would... this dog might be rabid. Which is to say, he might actually be the killer--new to the area, he would've seen her next door... maybe she even stopped over to bring him banana bread or something.

That's why I'm doing this my way. If I had asked, he might've settled for a blow job... but then I would've been distracted. Maybe distracted enough that he finally hits me on the head with a wrench or hammer.

Not while his cock was in my mouth... but after he had cum on my face or after he had pulled out after flooding my throat.

If I had agreed to missionary, then he might've pinned my knees back by my head then strangled me. He is clearly muscled and powerful.

No, this kid is dangerous. But so am I...

I mount up on top of him then shove my breasts in his face. He does not disappoint-- my nipples are soon hard and his eagerness is already making me wet. I reach behind and position his cock; I hold my breath then slide down a bit.

Damn! No, I'm never going to get tired of that sensation... I love when my tight pussy is forced to stretch to accommodate a lover.

I pull a comb from my hair; if he telegraphs evil intentions then I will not hesitate to neutralize him with a jab to the jugular.

I slowly slide the rest of the way down. He exhales hard then grabs my ass... he stares into my eyes. There's definitely a hunger there, but what are his appetites? Does he want to fuck... or murder me?

I can't let my guard down now... so I rachet up my speed. I'm bouncing up and down on this lap; his cock feels so good thrusting inside me.

He doesn't go off script, simply lets me have my way with him. His head swings back in glorious agony, I drop my comb to begin choking him with my hands.

He doesn't resist... just utters a guttural 'yes' which is all I need. I kick it into high gear, my pussy wants what my pussy wants.

His whole body begins to spasm, he clutches me like I'm his life preserver... I continue to ride, harder and faster. My hands are now in his hair, my tongue in his mouth, we erupt!

I'm not sure what our mutual orgasms were on the Richter scale... but I'm fairly certain even scientists in Japan had picked up our utterly intense explosions.

He asks if I'd like a beer. I pause... then agree, that'd be nice. He is out from under me and into the kitchen in a flash. Then he is soon headed my way with two frosty cans... he pops the tops and foam overflows everywhere.

He holds one to my mouth and I eagerly drink it in. I turn the tables and now am pouring beer all over his face. He is beyond happy and revels in the festivities.

I lower my guard...

We drink and we laugh... I finally tell him he was an amazing lover. He is beaming when he says 'just give him 20 minutes to recover.'

Me: "You are clearly... like a professional athlete."

Gladiator: "Close... I play rugby... Cal-Berkeley."

I remind him that he's half my age... he thinks I'm having apprehensions so promises to be gentle. I fix him with my gaze then say I'm at my sexual prime!

We gulp then throw our cans on the floor; his cock is ready for Round-2. Ding-Ding and now I'm on my back on the couch, he wants to seize the advantage between my legs. I could defend... I definitely know how... but instead I allow him inside... then wrap my ankles around his back.

His monster cock is being shoved inside of me; I wrap my arms around him so I can look into his eyes. There's no bloodlust that I can fathom... but there is sexual longing.

Then nothing matters except his huge, warm, pulsating member... invading my humble abode once again. If he did kill the housewife then at least she went out with a smile on her face!

I don't even try to calm him, not even when he's clearly using me as some sort of exercise apparatus. I'm finally forced to scream out 'Fuuuccckkkk!' as my orgasm hits.

He's still in the game, though, so he rolls me over... I use all the energy I have left to raise my ass up in tribute--he grabs me by my hips and savagely claims the rest of my whole being.

I arouse... where am I? He's holding me... then I remember this (un)fortunate turn of events. Maybe I'm lucky to be alive... nah, he's not the culprit, leastwise I'm pretty sure. He says to just give him 20 minutes to recover, I shake myself out of my stupor to ask if he's trying to set a personal record or something. He laughs... adorably.

I ask him to please hand me his phone so I can peruse the security footage. He is no longer concerned about being busted... so my eyes are soon glued to the screen.

I find the video... there's a car pulling up in front of the house next door... it's a taxicab.

I forward it to my phone... he says there's another... the cab had then swung around the cul de sac right in front of his house. He's pretty sure it'd be even more helpful. I have to admit he's got game... and okay, what's it gonna cost me.

Gladiator: "Have you ever been prone-boned?"

No idea what he's asking... but I say I'm up for anything. He leads me to the bedroom then tells me to lie on my stomach. He is soon completely covering me with his massive, muscular frame. I feel helpless... then he pulls my arms out to my sides and covers those with his own.

I instinctively recognize he's in totally control, I can barely squirm. Then his knees are pressing my legs together and his weight is holding me flush against the mattress... then his cock breaks through my defenses and he begins to pummel straight down. We are literally joined together at one juncture and it is beyond intense.

I begin to wonder about Rugby... is there a professional league? Doesn't matter... this kid has everything he needs to break into the porn industry. This I say with conviction; I wish I was watching this scene... from every angle. My face is pure delirium and... oh, I would turn up the volume just about now... because soon I am screaming out with every thrust.

It's a masterful performance... he sends me the second video.

Gladiator: "Well, that was incredible. Really sorry you have to leave... like in another 20 minutes, I'll be ready for another round."

Me: "Oh, I'm not going anywhere just yet. The thing is... gangster-style is my favorite... but unless I run into like a firefighter during an investigation... not many guys can pull that off."

Ten minutes later, I'm being hoisted up and pressed into the corner of the room. His arms are up under my knees and I'm being rolled into a defenseless ball... then the hammering begins. Yeah, the things I do for my clients... but it's so worth it.

I begin to lose any semblance of composure; I flail my arms trying to hold onto something. Not necessary... there's no way he is letting me fall... not until he's had his way with me. I feel like a rag doll being tossed all about. I latch onto his neck.

He carries me into the bathroom... checks out all the angles... then when he is sure I can see everything in the mirror, he begins to really fuck me. With every thrust my feet bounce reflexively. I also notice his ass clenches with each ram.

It's a small room... the acoustics were meant for times such as this. The notes produced by our wanton desires mingle and dance around us in surround-sound.

The Security Footage:

I'm finally back in my apartment... he didn't break his personal record but he surely broke mine--I had been fucked silly seven times in a row... in a mere 3 hours!

But it was worth it, I have the surveillance video. The problem was, the movie was on the grainy side... hard to make out much more than that it had been a taxi.

I call Sad-Sack, he confirms she didn't have a driver's license. "But she never had to leave the house, so it wasn't a problem."

I phone my computer expert, he's my go-to guy for all things technological... He promises to swing by my place tomorrow evening, no worries at all.

Next, I phone Emily... we need to have an oral counseling session. She happily agrees that tomorrow morning works for her...

Emily:

She's just about the prettiest 'girl next door' you've ever seen in your life. Seriously, from the time she moved in the homes in her cul-de-sac significantly increased in value.

A typical showing: 'Wife' is wondering about the carpets and the outdated wallpaper in the kitchen... 'Husband' is also concerned then looks out a small accent window into the next yard. Emily is sunbathing...

Husband: "This place is perfect!"

Wife: "Yeah, but it needs so much work... plus the asking-price is a lot of money."

Husband: "We'll easily be able to fix whatever needs fixing after we move in..."

Wife; "Okay... I mean, if you're sure."

Husband: "I've never been more sure of anything in my life!"

I'm not exaggerating... she can barely use a computer and I'm paying her 100K a year.

Why? Well, I get to be her boss... and she loves being bossed around.

She also makes all kinds of mistakes, which means I have to teach her so many lessons. Like today... which explains why I'm so positively giddy when I get out of my car.

I enter the office and Emily immediately pops up to hand me a coffee. I take a sip while my eyes walk all over her body.

Her jeans are so tight they look like they were literally painted on... her white blouse is see-through... to show off her perfect tits.

Me: "Lock the door, turn that sign to 'closed' then meet me in my office."

Her: "You got it, boss!"

I glance at her ass as she runs to the door, not even gonna try to lie to you, dear reader.

Me: "So I've called you here today... to address a very serious issue.

Her: "I know... and I'm sorry, won't happen again... I promise."

Me: "So... please elaborate further. What did you do... and what's the remediation?"

Her: (pause) "I can't... what did I do?"

Me: "You're adorable."

Her: "Thanks."

Me: "So... are we running a business... or a charity here?

Her: "A business!"

Me: "Right... so, a business needs to make what exactly?

Her: "Money!"

Me: "Right again. But, yet, just the other day you somehow convinced me to take on a client who can't afford to pay us."

Her: "How did I do that?"

Me: "Because... well, you know why."

Her: "Say it... say it for me... please..."

Me: "Because... because I love you..."

Emily begins to jump up and down then hops up on my desk and scoots toward me.

Her: "Still, I did make a major mistake, so I need to pay the price... or I won't learn."

A U. S. Marine can disassemble a M16 in under 10 seconds. Which is how long it takes me to pull Emily's pants down to her knees so I can face-dive inside between her legs.

She's as juicy as a Georgia peach; that's no exaggeration. I'm the luckiest woman in the world...

No matter how hard I've tried... to just take my time and tease her... I can't... she goes right to my head... and I lose my self-control.

It's a sensory overload thing, I know that. The sight of her dressed the way she was, the sound of her voice, the way it felt when I had to tug on her jeans... and now, the scent of her lovely natural perfume and the taste of her honey nectar.

I fuck her with my tongue until she begs for release then move up to lick her clit. Then I move fingers inside her to find her g-spot.

She adorably responds by grabbing my head and begging me not to stop... I couldn't stop even if I wanted to, that she already knows too well... so that's why I said 'adorably.'

When she finally hits her tipping point... I don't stop... not until she's orgasmed twice.

Later that night:

While we sip our whiskey, he sharpens several of the video images. The first is a capture of the trunk as the cab had exited. We still can't make it out but then he applies filters until "Cab 517" comes to life.

Next, he selects an image of the driver. He's a Latino... maybe like 40ish... but he has a tattoo of a teardrop on his face. From my experience that means one of two things: it's either in memory of his beloved mom... or it means he's killed some motherfucker.

He makes me several color prints of each then also forwards the files to my phone.

I run to the nearby printer to fetch the photos. There's an emblem on the door-- it's Bingo Cabs!

This is a valuable lead so I long to show him my appreciation. But he's a man on a mission, wants to get back to his diagnostic lab so he can begin cracking the phone. A life hangs in the balance and time is of the essence.

I Hop into a Taxi Cab:

All I need to do is patiently hang out at the airport... there's a long line of cabs... my eyes spot his face, then confirm the number on the trunk (517). I open the door then jump inside.

He wants to know 'where to?' so I just tell him to head into the city... I'm a tourist wanting to see everything.

He doesn't make small talk, instead turns on his radio to listen to... classical music?

I eagerly watch out the window and gush every now and then, "I can't believe it!"

He parks near center square then flips up his meter so I can see how much I owe.

I hand him twice what I owe... along with a picture of my missing dame.

Me: "I don't want to make any trouble for you... seriously... I'm just looking for this woman. I'm not police... just a friend of the family..."

Him: "Maybe you are... and maybe you aren't."

Yep, here we go again. I'm telling you, if I had a nickel for every time this happened...

Me: "Papi, I really need your help here."

Him: "Oh, so now we are like friends or something?"

Me: "We could be... look, I know you picked her up at her house... I just need to know where you took her. That's it."

Him: "Maybe I don't remember..."

Yep, here we go again. I'm telling you, if I had a dime for every time this happened...

Me: "Well... maybe if you found us a nice quiet spot... I could help you remember?"

He ponders for a minute... then whirls around to size me up and look me in the eye.

Him: "So, you scratch my back then I'll scratch yours?"

Me: "I think you're picking up what I put down... yep, absolutely."

Him: "Won't be for me, though... I have my darling, Rosa, at home..."

Okay, this has definitely just gotten more complicated. If I had a quarter for every time this happened... then I'd have a quarter.

Me: "Okay? So, what are you thinking?"

Turns out the driver was in a pinch and had to go to the local loan shark.

Me: "How much do you owe him?"

Him: "I borrowed... 1,000 dollars... but now I owe him interest too... so double that."

Me: "And you think he'll accept... what exactly? I kinda need to know..."

Him: "Oh, he's gonna want his money. But I think there's a way we can get it for him... if you're serious about helping me out."

Me: "Just be honest with me. That woman... you do remember where you took her that day?"

Him: "Oh yeah, because I remember thinking it didn't make much sense because she seemed so prim & proper."

Me: "Okay, what's your plan?"

The cabdriver tells me he had picked up a businessman from the airport earlier and during the ride to the hotel, the guy had asked about hiring an "escort" for the evening.

Him: "He even gave me his card... you know, cuz I told him I pick up Pros from time-to-time."

Me: "And you think he's willing to pay that kinda money for a romp?"

Him: "So, here's the thing. This guy... he tells me that he's looking specifically for like a Dominatrix-type. Looking at you, I think you could pull that off..."

I pull out my mobile then dial the guy's number. Turns out he doesn't have a 'date' lined up yet... he's still very interested in tonight at his place... could I send him some selfies real quick?

I text him a half dozen: a close-up of my red lips, the back of my hand, a down-blouse, an up-skirt, the sole of my foot, then my 10 pretty manicured toes all together.

He asks my price; I say $750 an hour but there's a 3-hour minimum--Done!!!

I tell Papi that we are a GO so he best find me the nicest adult store in the area. He knows just the place...

I spend an hour and buy up literally everything I see in the BDSM section of the store. I'm not exactly sure what this guy will be into... he might not even know himself.

Then, shortly thereafter, we are walking into just about the poshest hotel in the city--yeah, clearly this guy can afford me.

We don't stop at the front desk; instead, we head straight to the elevators... and he walks slightly behind me, like a bodyguard would.

The CEO:

He is exactly what I expected: tall, athletic, tanned, dark hair, and a killer smile.

His room is also what I expected: The well-appointed Presidential Suite.

Papi carries my bags into the living room for me while CEO greets me with air kisses, as if I were a foreign dignitary. That's definitely a nice touch, something I could get used to.

CEO then screams out, "Juan, my good man! I can't thank you enough"... then he hands my driver an open envelope.

Juan looks inside, quickly counts the money, nods then seals the envelope and puts it on the small table near the door.

Juan (to him): "I am sure you will have a most enjoyable evening, Sir."

Juan (to me): "I'll be back in 3 hours but will hang at the bar until you call me."

As Juan turns to depart, the CEO shakes his hand and stealthily slides him (what looks to be) a hundred-dollar bill. Damn, this guy is a real class act...

I walk into the living room then sit on the large, (comfortable!) leather couch. The CEO tentatively approaches, he's wearing an awfully expensive suit but goes to kneel down in front of me.

I smile then pat the cushion next to me so he understands he is to sit.

Me: "So, I can see you're anxious to begin... which is nice but first, let's get to know each other a bit."

Him: "I'm really sorry... I just thought--"

Me: "No worries... but here's the thing you need to understand. I am not a call-girl, this is not a 'let's get right down to business' sort of relationship. I... am... a... Dominatrix."

Him: "Right, right... and I am ready to worship at your feet!"

Me: "You are too cute... but seriously, trust me on this, we need to get acquainted."

Him: "As you wish... of course."

Me: "That's an awfully nice bar, and I'm seeing some awfully nice labels. Why don't you run and fetch me a drink?"

Him: "Sure, sure. What would you like?"

Me: "Take a guess... oh, and you may begin to call me... 'Mistress.'"

Him: "Yes... ahh... Mistress. (pause) So, maybe a nice bottle of wine?"

Me: "See, this is why we need to spend this time together... so we get to know each other's tastes. I'm a whiskey-kinda-gal."

He smiles then runs to the bar... he scans the shelves then grabs a top-shelf bottle. He runs back to show me his selection, does it meet with my approval?

I suddenly feel faint, that's a 15-year-old Pappy Van Winkle (costs several thousand dollars... if you can even find a bottle).

Me: "Nice. Oh, and neat for me."

He turns to run back to the bar but I tell him from here on out... he should ask my permission when he takes his leave. I ask if his secretary would just walk out on him any time she pleased?

Him: "Sorry, Mistress. This is... I am really new to all this. May I take my leave?"

Me: (I tilt my head to study his face, then nod my head 'yes.')

Him: "Thank you, Mistress..."

I smile inwardly, he's a fast-learner. I smile outwardly when he returns to hand me my generous glass of pure liquid sunshine.

Then he goes to kneel so I have to remind him to please, sit next to me. He does then I ask where his drink is? He wasn't sure he was supposed to pour himself one. I hand him my glass then tell him to sit tight.

I stand then walk to the bar to pour myself a magical Pappy. There are 2 reasons for this, first I'm making sure my drink hadn't been spiked with anything (he's a Fortune-500 man, so that's highly unlikely... still a girl can't take chances). And, secondly, he needs to see that our relationship is a complex one.

Me: "Let us toast to new beginnings."

He agrees and we clink our glasses together and take our first sip. Holy Moly! Yeah, I could get used to this...

Me: "So, you're new to this scene... what are your... desires... and why now?"

He takes a gulp of the whiskey then admits he read an article recently. Turns out that lots of top executives were finding out that being a 'submissive' was therapeutic.

CEO: "Guys like us need to be fully in charge all the time, plus we are always making critical decisions, which is a whole lot of pressure."

Me: "I actually read that same article. So then you have an idea of how big this playground is... all the games we can play?"

CEO: "Right... but how do we know?"

Me: "That's where you trust me. Think of me like a lawyer or an accountant. I'm the professional and you are seeking my services. And you are paying handsomely."

CEO: "That makes sense."

I take another sip then just stare at him.

CEO: "Mistress! Makes sense, Mistress."

I smile. He is clearly pleased...

We spend the rest of the hour enjoying our elixir while I continue to probe.

A Critical Decision

I lead him into the bedroom by pulling his tie like a leash. I tell him to get undressed. He hesitates then removes his suit. I tell him all of it, "get completely naked." He obeys.

Me: "You're in great shape. Seriously, look in the mirror there. It's no wonder you command respect in the boardroom... and I'm sure the bedroom."

He looks at himself in the mirror then thanks his Mistress for the compliment.

Me: "Still... you wouldn't consider yourself a work of art, would you?"

He admits that, no, he's not a work of art. I tell him to watch me then I slowly undress until I am fully nude.

He is gob-smacked and his big cock rises immediately to attention. He's not sure what's going on... only that he wants to worship... so he kneels down.

Him: "I am not worthy, Mistress."

Me: "No, you are not... but you soon will be. It's time... time for a shower."

I tell him to sit on the sink, then when the water is nice & warm, I step inside. I leave the door open so he can watch me... gain a full appreciation of my body.

Me: "Keep your hands firmly planted by your sides, no touching yourself!"

Him: "Of course, Mistress. Your wish is my command... ahhh... Mistress."

I lather up my hands, he holds his breath, then I turn to face him as I begin to soap up my beautiful breasts... then my stomach.

He doesn't dare move... in fear that I might then disappear like a mirage. I turn around so he gets a glimpse of my butt then he has a sideview of my dainty foot on the shower bench as I clean my leg.

I now wash my other leg... his eyes remain glued... I'm not sure he has even blinked!

Me: "I need a favor... would you be so kinds as to wash my back?"

He leaps off the sink to run to me, I hand him a luffa and the bodywash. He eagerly wets the sponge then applies some gel, before gently running it over my back.

I coo so he knows how enjoyable this feels... I can feel his hot breath on my neck... so I finally tell him that while he's at it, he may as well scrub my butt.

It takes scarce a milli-second before he's rubbing the soothing luffa over my pink behind. I wonder why?

You should know, dear reader, that at this point I'm still giving him a choice. If he were now to totally lose all self-control (a distinct possibility) then I'll let him fuck me right here in the bathroom... and again in the bedroom or wherever he wants.

'The customer is always right,' as they say...

Otherwise, I'll know he's serious about wanting to be dominated... then it's game-on. Not speaking metaphorically... it's gonna, literally, be game time!

When he's done cleaning, I hand him the shower wand so he can begin the rinsing. I slowly turn, so he can spray water all over my glistening body. The soap melts away... but his obedience doesn't.

I finally turn the water off then tell him to fetch a towel so he can dry me off. He's back in a flash... carefully patting me all over.

I lead him back into the bedroom then move a chair so it faces the large changing mirror. I instruct him to sit...

Me: "So... honest opinion... what do you think about... my feminine body?"

Him: "Mistress, you are a work of art! I totally get it, thank you... thank you for showing me the distinct difference between beautiful you... and... just me."

Me: "I appreciate your compliment. Trust me, though, you can also become a work of art... in fact, that's what I want most of all."

Him: "I don't know what you mean, exactly, but I long to serve you, Mistress."

Me: "There's an adorable you underneath your rugged exterior."

He blushes...

Me: "I think we should shave your legs."

He doesn't argue the point so I take that as a 'yes' and so that's exactly what we do. I shave one then watch as he shaves the other. His cock is rock-hard the entire time. Next we shave his chest and armpits.

I explain that he is about to undergo a complete transformation but there is one thing we need to take care of first. He willingly agrees.

Me: "These next steps are super important. I'm going to train you this time, that way in the future you'll be ready for me as soon as I walk in your door."

Him: "Thank you, Mistress."

Me: "When we are together... your pleasure... is all about seeing to my needs."

I tell him to lie on the cold marble bathroom floor; he obeys. I walk out... pour myself a second whiskey then take a long sip. A guy who runs a company is used to dictating how people spend their time-- time is money. This next 15 minutes is crucial. If he hollers for me, or worst yet comes looking for me, then we are DONE.

The Pappy goes down so smooth... and the warmth is soon spreading to my extremities. I think about the housewife... maybe her motivations were not so different from the CEO's. She had just not been as careful as she should've been.

I walk back into the bathroom. I put my glass and a bag on the sink. I pull out an anal stimulator. I tell him before he can become the woman I need him to be... we're gonna have to deal with the fact that, libido-wise, he's still a man. I nod at his cock... it's been straining for release since we started. He understands...

Me: "Listen, this is called milking. I'm going to help you this time but in the future, that's on you... so please, pay attention."

I apply some lube then slowly slide the vibrator into his ass. It's in deep, I move it around until he bucks. I tell him to hold the base, keep it pressed against his prostate, and don't stop until I say so. He understands.

Me: "Oh, and you have my permission to enjoy this... as a man. But then it's going to be like flipping a switch... and you're all-woman and your pussy belongs to me."

Him: "Thank you, mistress... thank you."

I sit on the sink, take another sip. Some women might think this guy is pathetic, not me-- he is bravely acknowledging there is this whole other aspect to his personality. No need to be embarrassed, best to embrace & enjoy.

Most folks never engage in introspection... they are too concerned about frivolities & trivialities. They don't notice that life is passing them by.

Me: "You are going to be the prettiest cheerleader. And I will be your Quarterback boyfriend. We won't be able to keep our hands off of each other. Oh, and we are going to FUCK each other silly."

Him: "Yes, mistress, yes!"

Then much to his amazement, a stream of semen begins flowing down all over his stomach. He can't quite comprehend what's happening because he's not having an actual orgasm but yet there's a torrent of warm, sticky cum.

I take another sip before kneeling down to grab his balls. I begin to softly squeeze... I tell him this is all part of the process. He seems alarmed by what's happening but gives me a brave nod.

I fill up a small cup. I hit a button for high intensity...30 seconds pass maybe before his cock is lurching and spewing all over the place. He seems like he might pass out; I place my hand over his to keep the stimulator in place. He continues to pump wildly even after there's nothing left. Still, I give it another minute.

All is quiet. I pull out a box then explain the importance of enemas. His pussy needs to be nice & clean for me. He understands. "After that, take a nice hot shower then meet me back in the bedroom."

I can see anticipation plastered on his face when he finally emerges. We sit in front of the mirror together and I show him how to apply makeup. I help him don a wig and now he has long blonde hair. I allow him to choose his color of lipstick.

I tell him he's just about the prettiest girl I've ever seen; he blushes but can't take his eyes off his reflection.

Me: "Put on your cheerleading panties."

He does... I hand him his short skirt... then help secure it around his hips. I tell him to twirl, he does enthusiastically, then I confide that her boyfriend, the football QB, will be thrilled.

I bring over his padded-bra and mini-crop top. His excitement is palpable.

Me: "Oh, now you need to put these girly pink socks on... and these tennis shoes."

He happily obeys. "Okay, and now we are flipping that switch."

I tell her to look in the mirror... she admires her perky boobs, her ripped midriff, her smooth legs. She even blows herself a kiss.

Homecoming Game

I hand her flashy pom-poms, pick up a bag then head back into the bathroom. When I finally emerge, I'm wearing a helmet and a football uniform...

She instinctively knows to jump all around and wave her pom-poms as I approach.

QB: "Babe, I couldn't have won that game without you. You were my inspiration."

Head Cheerleader: "I was rooting so hard for you... and I couldn't be happier!"

QB: "And now it's time to celebrate. Senior year... homecoming... let's drive out to the lake."

Head Cheerleader: "Whatever you want!"

I take my helmet off then lead her over to the bed before simply saying we are now at the lake... all alone.

She sits on the edge, clearly nervous. I tell her that this is going to be special...

I pull down the comforter and the blanket then tell her to kneel on the white sheets facing me. I kiss her passionately... I greedily suck her tongue into my mouth so she knows who's in charge.

I pull back... to see intense longing in her eyes. I pull down my football pants... to reveal my fully erect cock (actually, a fairly nice size strap-on, her eyes grow wide...)

I don't need to say anything, I don't need to make any demands... she takes my cock in her mouth and begins to eagerly suck.

QB: "I love the way your mouth feels. Take me as deep as you can.

She obeys and begins to bob her head, taking me deeper and deeper each time. She is beyond cock-drunk... I give her free rein a little longer then I pull out and tell her to stick our her tongue.

She does... and she knows to make eye contact. I smile at her, say she always knows how to make me melt. I put the tip of my cock on her tongue, I reach down and begin squeezing my balls. Takes several times but soon my cock is spitting the CEO's cum into her mouth.

Another critical moment... and she passes with flying colors. Her mouth stays open until it's clear I've busted my nut completely... then she rolls it around her tongue a bit while I watch in fascination. Then she swallows...

QB: "Babe, I want to make love to you."

She nervously lies back onto the bed; I reach up and slowly pull off her panties.

I tell her how beautiful she is and I beg her to look into my eyes...

She obeys... then I push the head of my lubricated cock into her warm, wet pussy.

Him: "Yellow!"

Good to see he's remembered the safe words I shared with him earlier. I pause... while smiling at him as needed encouragement.

Head Cheerleader: "I love you! I want to give my virginity to you and nobody else. Just, please, be gentle..."

QB: "I love you, babe... you complete me... you're my whole world"

I add lube to my hand then begin to stretch her out with my fingers. I should've done that at the start but truth be told, she's like a bitch in heat and all I can think about is taking her.

I'm patient... he finally says "Green" -- I slowly push my cock the whole way in to the hilt. I pause... she sheds several tears... I tell her not to cry... it's gonna be glorious. She bravely nods... then I pump a couple times so she can feel my urgency.

QB: "Do you want this as much as I do?"

Head Cheerleader: "God, yes... please..."

I tell her to wrap her legs around my back and lock her feet together. She does and now I can see the longing in her eyes.

I begin slow & gentle until I know her pain has turned to pleasure then I shift gears all the way up to fast & hard. Her head is thrown back in ecstasy and she is moaning.

Head Cheerleader: "I... I... love you!"

I pull her shirt up and begin to suck on her nipple while continuing to plow her. Her hands are in my hair pulling me closer-- I bite down and suck hard. Oh, I am leaving my mark that's for damn-sure!

There is no resistance; clearly she is mine to use & abuse as I see fit.

I tell her to roll over because doggy-style is my favorite. She obeys...

I break protocol to explain that what's about to happen will be entirely real. I'm not going to be faking anything... he won't feel it but there's a vibrating base that will be sending intense sensations directly to my pussy. So, yeah... again... all about me -- but he'll be playing a pivotal role.

I add more lube... push my bulbous head inside... then I turn on the device.

QB: "Babe, like I'm trying to take it easy but you've overloaded my senses... I'm sorry but things are about to get rough."

Head Cheerleader: "I'm yours completely... Fuck my brains out!"

I slap her hard on the ass, she grimaces, I slap her again before roughly gripping her by the hips. I press myself fully inside of her, she screams out "oh, god." I withdraw and marvel at how her asshole is still gaping wide-open. Eventually it begins to close-- nope, not on my watch. I ram myself back inside her with such force that concussive shock waves radiate throughout her body.

She gets the message... her body moves into an arch: head buried in the pillow... ass lifted up as tribute. I stand up, place my feet next to his knees, reintroduce my veiny friend, then begin to pile drive. She really needs to be more careful about her demands in the future... because I don't play.

Good thing we are in the penthouse, floor to ourselves... because I am soon panting & grunting, she is soon moaning & shrieking, the bed is creaking, and there are hard, wet smacking sounds reverberating around the room.

She reaches her arms back. Could mean "please stop" but could also mean "I totally surrender." He knows the words... I go with the latter meaning. I bend her arms then place them wrist-over-wrist onto her lower back.

She is now completely at my mercy-- I pound a couple times then wait for the reaction.

Head Cheerleader: "Yes! Yes!"

Those words echo and push me over my breaking point. It's like I've been running a race and I've rounded the last turn... there's just 100 meters to go. I morph into the beast she craves, the jolts being sent to my pussy with every thrust turn her into the most important thing in my life right now.

My hamstrings are burning, I fight through the pain and savagely begin to claim what is rightfully mine-- my orgasm hits with all the force of a hurricane. I collapse on top of her... I hold her tight while continuing to say "I love you" over and over.

I look into his smiling, tear-stained face. He tells me that was incredibly mind-blowing. I have to agree... then I say we must get together again soon. "Do I want to spend the night? He'll pay my full hourly even when we are sleeping." I tell him he's beyond precious and though I can't stay tonight... next time he comes to town we'll have a pajama party.

He is all smiles... I kiss him on the lips.

Juan / Papi

By the time I'm dressed, he is lightly tapping at the door. I answer then hand him the sealed envelope.

Me: "I've kept my end of the bargain. This is for you."

Him: "But that's all the money... I only need the two thousand. Please, keep the rest."

Me: "No, pay off your debt... then buy your sweet Rosa something special. But you do have to drive me home... and tell me where you took my missing person."

I give him my address then we drive in silence, he doesn't know what to say.

Me: "Papi, I'm fine. Really... that guy was a perfect gentleman. Plus, he asked to see me again... so I'll get paid, don't worry."

Him: "I just kinda feel bad... using you like that. Please, believe, I'm not that guy..."

Me: "Juan... sincerely, you have a heart of gold, I don't have any doubts whatsoever."

Juan: "I took her to 'The Watering Hole.'"

The Watering Hole

It's dark and gloomy. There's a pool table but no dart board (wtf?). The barkeep doesn't bother greeting me, though the place is entirely deserted.

I take a seat then drum my fingers on the counter. He gets my message and finally meanders over. "What'll it be, miss?"

Me: "Rotgut in a dirty glass."

Him: "You're funny."

Me: "I know."

(long period of silence)

Me: "How about a vodka martini? Oh, and I like it really dirty..."

That, at least, brings a smirk to his face. He shuffles off to find a shaker... apparently not something they need much at this place.

He throws in ice cubes then has to ask me if I want sweet or dry vermouth. I tell him just lots of vodka and lots of olive brine.

Me: "I want it to taste like ocean water."

He doesn't even know how to respond. He willingly obeys, though.

Him: "Here's your... ahh... ocean martini."

I smile at him then take a small sip... it's god- awful like I figured. Still, I'll be needing this.

Me: "Perfect!"

He nods then pushes a bowl of stale peanuts in front of me. I say 'thanks' then pull a picture out of my pocket. Has he seen this woman before?

His eyes telegraph 'yes' but he just stares at it before saying he's not exactly sure...

I ask him to look at the picture again... so he can be absolutely certain. He does... 'yeah, okay, she was in here... last week I think."

Me: "Did she meet up with anybody?"

Him: "Yeah... she did. Two guys..."

Me: "Two guys?"

Him: "Yeah... but now I'm having trouble recollecting who they were exactly. Sorry but I have this medical condition..."

Me: "Medical condition?"

Him: "Yeah, if I go too long without busting my nut... well, my blue balls cloud my thinking capacity."

Yep, I saw that coming. I down the rest of my salt-brine concoction in one gulp then walk around behind the bar.

I fall to my knees as he pulls his pants down. From my experience, a barkeep's cum will be in keeping with his establishment. Now, mind you, I've yet to do any serious analysis but still... I kinda have a knack.

Makes me wonder... if the place is hoping, then it's bound to be a young man... so could be just that... or maybe because he drinks pineapple juice throughout his day.

In any event, this place is old and stale... thus the reason I ordered the drink like I did. I need this information and might need him again, so I want to bring my 'A' game.

I now enthusiastically suck his limp dick into my mouth... and work my magic until he's as hard as he can possibly get. Then I begin to make my whore-sounds... I don't have all day to wait!

Him: "That's right, bitch, choke on my big ole sausage! Suck it like you mean it, slut!"

Internally, I roll my eyes... but for him, right now, I take him in deep then forcibly gag so he can see his cock is too much for me. I'm like a regular girl... not a professional... I couldn't begin to handle his manhood.

Him: "That's right, princess, this time you've bitten off more than you can chew!"

Seems like a strange thing to say... but I let him have it. This is all about how he feels.

Me: "Who were the two strange men?"

Him: "Put your hands behind your back!"

I obey... he brings his cock back to my face... I keep my lips closed so he has to force his way into my mouth. His hands are gripping my head as he forces me to bob against him.

I start up again with my pretending--my eyes are wincing, my body is telegraphing that I want to escape, my throat gags each time he enters. He finally hits the tipping point. He forces me to swallow all of his spunk then I collapse, breathless, on the floor. "Kane & Able -- the 2 guys--all I got."

Back Home:

Soon as I walk in the door, I sense danger. Somebody is here. I reach into the small of my back and pull out my snub-nosed.38 caliber revolver. Then I hear the sizzle and smell the aroma. I put my gun in the desk before walking into the kitchen.

He's busy at the stove, doesn't even turn to look at me... just says "phone is on the table there."

I rush over... there's a text exchange, her & another woman:

Housewife: "I really feel like I need to do this. Call it a midlife crisis, I dunno."

Friend: "I get it... really... but you need to be extremely careful."

Housewife: "I've played it safe my whole life... at this rate, I'll shrivel up and die. Look, this is a serious website... 'gigolos for hire.'"

Friend: "Okay... I guess... YOLO!"

Housewife: "What?"

Friend: "You Only Live Once!"

Housewife: "That's the spirit. So, I'm doing this tomorrow... Frank works late. Any last advice?"

Friend: "Leave your cellphone at home... and pay with cash. You don't want any trails."

Housewife: "Oh, I hadn't thought of that. Thanks. Anything else?"

Friend: "I would be sure to meet in a public place..."

Housewife: (a huge thumbs-up)

He plates our food-- a pasta carbonara with salad & breadsticks on the side. I tell him it all looks delicious; he pours us each a glass of white wine. I raise my glass in gratitude, he grins then raises his own. I toast to our friendship.

After our first sip, he tells me he checked her browser history and she had definitely spent time on the 'gigolos for hire' website several times recently.

After dessert & coffee, we get down to business. I register then head to the chatrooms looking for a good time. K&A immediately catches my attention. I need them to come to me, though.

Doesn't take long; they are very smooth... who knows how many women they have seduced and/or abducted. I chat for maybe 10 minutes then say I have to go.

I hug my tech guru; he heads out. I climb the stairs to my bedroom and change into an old school uniform. I wait... there's a tapping at my window. I look out into my backyard and it's him... tossing pebbles. I raise the window then climb down into his arms.

Me: "My parents are asleep... we need to be quiet."

He understands and nods... then leads me to his Mustang. We crawl in the back and are soon deep-kissing... then I'm riding his leg... just like so many years ago when he took me to the prom. We grow older, things change... but some memories we never forget.

His hands are under my shirt and squeezing my tits... I reach down to find his hardness.

Me: "I want you!"

He wants me as well... but we both pledged a vow during Sunday School. As I unbutton, unzip, and wiggle down his jeans... he literally grips my thin t-shirt, thrusts his thumbs inside... and rips it wide open.

He begins to lick my tits all over, paying special attention to my cleavage. I pull down his underwear... see his aroused member... then I push my tits together. He drizzles saliva all over me... then his manhood is like Godzilla and I try to hold the gates but no matter how much I squeeze, his monster bashes its way through my defenses. My eyes, even now...20 years later... grow wide at the sight of his arousal.

He is thrusting... I raise my head then open my mouth... instant reward-- he explodes and shoots out ropes of cum that glaze my face.

My Muscle:

He's former-Special Forces... and my go-to guy when things are about to go down.

I tell him everything and he is soon agreeing with my conclusion... dunno why... but sex traffickers are now snatching up plain vanilla housewives.

What are they doing with them? Where are they sending them? Neither of us know why but it's clear we need to act FAST.

Me: "These guys are real evildoers. I'll need you to cover my back."

Rambo: "Captain, my captain, just give me my orders."

I consider our options... not many... then simply say, "Fortune favors the brave!"

I open my laptop then navigate to the gigolo website... K&A are active... I confess I've never done this before... I'm a married woman with kids... still, a woman has needs.

K&A soon responds... they understand my plight and work with women like me all the time. "They will rock my world!"

I tell them they seem nice... but I have concerns. I've seen shows on the tv...

They laugh then convince me I'm being paranoid... but we can meet in a public place.

Me: "Okay... that sounds totally the right way to do this. Where & When are we going to meet up? Oh, and how much?"

K&A: "Not gonna lie, we aren't cheap... but you'll see we are worth it. Bring 200 dollars to 'The Watering Hole'... tomorrow morning 10:00am. Work for you?"

Me: "Ahhh... I guess... I mean, I'm looking forwarding to meeting you guys... and I haven't really treated myself to anything recently... so have the cash on hand."

They sign off, believing tomorrow is a GO. It is... but not what they're thinking. My muscle says he'll call a couple of his military buddies-- "they're my brothers and they can be (ABSOLUTELY!) trusted."

I nod and thank him.

Operation Bambi:

An hour before we are to meet, members of my team move in and neutralize the bartender. He's then stuffed into a van... and one of my guys assumes his role.

There is no foot-traffic (how does this place stay financially afloot?)... then K&A arrive to sit at their table. They notice the new bartender, which gives them pause.

K: "Who are you?"

My guy: "Clint... the owner's nephew... regular guy called in sick... so, you know how it is."

K: "I got you."

My guy: "Y'all want anything to drink?"

K: (taken off guard): "Ahhh, we'd both like a beer."

My guy dutifully pours two pints of lager then runs them over to the table. They tell him he probably has other stuff to do... like in the kitchen... because business is about to go down. He says he forgot... his uncle did tell him that... he'll be outta sight & mind.

My guy retreats to the kitchen... then reaches into his bag to pull out a sawed-off shotgun.

The guys calmly drink their beer as they surveil the front door. I walk in... wearing a dress that says I'm here for Bible study.

They wave at me... I don't look around to see the bar is empty... just smile and take a seat at their table.

They are both eyeing me up and down... then ask if I'm sure I want to do this.

Me: "I think so... but I... I reserve the right to change my mind."

A: "You won't want to do that, darling."

Me: "I don't think so either... but if I do... I know you gentlemen will understand--no hard feelings. Plus, I'll pay you up front so you get paid either way. (I slide them the money)

They both smile at me... then at each other... 'Little Red Riding Hood' is about to meet up with the 'Big, Bad Wolf!"

K&A explain their place is actually here, right above this establishment.

They lead me upstairs... I'm sandwiched between them. The door opens and we are soon inside a very modest apartment.

Me: "The truth is... I got married right out of high school... I've never been with another man. But... now... all these years later, I... I imagine what might've been..."

K&A assure me that I've done the right thing. They tell me to take off my clothes... I hesitate... then I slowly undress... but I keep one arm over my breasts and the other down to cover myself the best I can.

Their video cameras are streaming... they have a fish on the line... there are so many potential buyers watching. (Not really, my team is blocking their transmissions... but they don't know that.)

K: "You're beautiful, no reason to hide that body of yours."

A: "Yeah, hands on your hips already!"

I give out a shy giggle... then move my hands to my hips--they can't believe how fucking hot this housewife is, they are making bank!

Then my guys bust in to say, "Surprise!"

When "A" wakes he finds himself in a dimly-lit warehouse securely tied to a chair. Off in the distance to his right he can see another figure tied to a chair. He can't make out too much but he knows that must be "K."

I step out of the shadows to confront "A" with the photograph.

Me: "I know you guys kidnapped her so don't try lying. Where is she?"

A: (very nervous) "I don't know what you're talking about... there must be some misunderstanding or some... something..."

(Dear reader, what is about to take place is pure Hollywood special effects. That's not "K" in the other chair... it's one of my guys. The voice is real though, we recorded that earlier during K's interrogation. But "K" wouldn't budge so here we are...)

I reach behind my back and pull out my pistol... it has a silencer on it. "A" begins to protest... "wait, wait!"

K: "Fuck you, bitch! Do you know who you are dealing with? You best release us now while we can still forgive you... and everyone you care about!"

I leave "A" to calmly walk over to the fake-"K"... my pistol at my side.

Me: "Oh, so you've finally woken up. Now look at this picture and tell me where she is, I'm not playing."

K: "We're not snitching... cuz snitches get stitches! (then) What the fuck are you going to do anyway? Call the cops? Go ahead!"

"A" can clearly see me raise my pistol and point it at (who he thinks is) "K."

Me: "I'm not normally this charitable, but I'm going to give you... one... last... chance."

K: "You're a dead woman, do you hear me? A dead woman!"

And now, just as we've been practicing, I fire three "bullets" -- two to the heart, one to the forehead... and "K" slumps "dead"...

I take my foot then push the chair over so "K" lands on the floor. (Truth is, it's hard to play dead... and we can't have "A" somehow sensing that "K" is still alive)

I calmly turn and slowly walk back to "A." As I approach, I see he's already pissed himself.

I point my pistol to his head...

Me: "Where, the fuck, is she?"

A: "We sold her... that's what we do! Nothing personal... it's a business... please, for the love of god, can't you see?"

Me: "I'm beginning to see... your brains splattered all over that wall behind you."

A: "She's being held down at the pier, her and a couple others."

Me: "Keep talking..."

A: "Once... once we get a nice batch then we load them all into a special shipping container and send them overseas."

Me: "What's the name of this yacht?"

A: "Please, I'll tell you... just... just don't kill me. Okay? I mean, you'll want me alive to testify... and I will."

Me: "Deal, you have my word."

A: "Pieces of Eight... Pieces of Eight."

Rescue Operation (abbreviated version):

The guys on the yacht are already expecting a delivery / My escort knows the password (compliments of "A") so we are welcomed aboard / They are soon preoccupied with stripping me of my clothes and arguing over who gets to tap me first / My frogmen swim up and board the boat; they pull Uzi machine guns out of a waterproof bag then take up positions.

Our enemies also have guns spread out in the cabin; timing will be crucial to prevent an all-out firefight / I cry and try to bargain my way out of this predicament / They begin to paw me; one guy pushes his thumb into my mouth and tells me to suck / The second guy slaps me on the ass hard enough to leave a red welt / the third guy is still waving around an automatic shotgun.

They reach a decision-- this HOT housewife definitely needs to be triple-teamed / One guy undresses and lays down on the floor / My arms are roughly pulled behind my back then I'm marched over and pushed down on top of him / I beg for them to stop but soon I've been taken balls-deep / Second guy moves to stand in front of me; he pulls his cock out, slaps me in the face a couple of times with it, and then forcibly shoves it inside my mouth.

(Yep, everything is progressing exactly as we'd planned. I just need that third guy to get more involved.)

I'm pulled forward / guy on the ground grabs my ass cheeks then pulls them apart; I gasp in pain / Third guy puts his gun down and approaches from the rear; he explains there is no lube / His tongue is soon licking and thrusting inside my asshole / My team easily enters and makes the arrests without firing a single shot.

I would've been number 6, turns out, which means we rescue 5 housewives in total.

We turn everybody over to the police / later, on the news, there's a report about the takedown and the fact that the sex-trafficking ring had been completely unraveled.

I drive my housewife back to her family for a tearful reunion.

Emily:

I freely share my body... though I've never shared my heart before, not once. That's how you get hurt...

But I'm ready to take that chance now. I've just booked us passage on a monthlong, luxury cruise of the French Riviera.

When I tell her she throws her arms around my neck then jumps up to wrap her legs around my waist.

Our eyes also now locked together, I say it... but with conviction. "Emily, I FUCKING LOVE YOU..." She smiles then kisses me. I press her to the wall so I can hold her like this as long as I physically can.

She whispers in my ear, says she always knew we were soulmates-- I completely melt...