Dinner with Jack
Hi everyone,
I had some requests for a follow-up post to Ann and Peter, the Oedipus client and the prostitute that I posted October 2007. There were some readers who found the original 'Whore' story a bit rough for them and for that, I apologize. I never mean to offend people but writing dark stories is quite interesting for me. If you want to re-read the post that started it, then please click HERE.
For those that can deal with the rest of it...I plan to tease out the characters one by one. Let me know what you think. These stories aren't as graphic as 'Whore"
xx Smack
After she heard Peter leave the Hotel, Ann had picked up her shoes and left, closing the door behind her. She threw the shoes and her bulging handbag onto the leather seat of her vintage BMW. She loved to drive barefoot as it reminded her of the carefree country lifestyle she remembered as a child. She opened the sun roof and felt the wind pick up her hair. The moon beams had cast a hue of ashen blue on the interior of the car.
While navigating the traffic, she checked her phone. Jack had text her more than once wanting to catch up for dinner. Lucky Peter had left promptly, she thought. She had time to get home and shower and meet him for late night supper. She put her foot down taking advantage of the empty streets and swung the car into her drive-way less than 15 minutes later.
Jiggling with her keys, she was greeted by her cat, Max, who was weaving in and out of her ankles in an attempt to coax dinner from her. She mentally scolded herself for leaving the cat out before her regular appointment with Peter.
Max' incessant mewing was silenced with a fresh batch of rabbit she'd picked up the previous day from the markets. She gave him a quick rub behind the ears and headed across her apartment.
After lighting a scented candle in the bathroom, she stepped into the shower and the impact of the sharp streams of water brought peace. As she worked up a lather with her honey and oatmeal body scrub, she felt the pain of Peter's life wash away from her skin. Checking her body, she was relieved to see that no visible stain had been left by his harsh slaps. She didn't mind the role-playing of his obviously demented mother but she did not approve of him damaging the merchandise. Other people paid for the product and she had to maintain the quality of her body.
She started to daydream about Jack, her new admiring friend from the hiking club. She was enjoying his good company whether he was tossing coriander pesto through pasta or taking her hand to guide her through the long-hikes they enjoyed together.
She had resisted his physical advances until now reluctant to invest her personal space until she was sure he was worth it. Turns out he was proving his worth day to day. Her lips curled into a small smile as the water streamed over her long hair.
I had some requests for a follow-up post to Ann and Peter, the Oedipus client and the prostitute that I posted October 2007. There were some readers who found the original 'Whore' story a bit rough for them and for that, I apologize. I never mean to offend people but writing dark stories is quite interesting for me. If you want to re-read the post that started it, then please click HERE.
For those that can deal with the rest of it...I plan to tease out the characters one by one. Let me know what you think. These stories aren't as graphic as 'Whore"
xx Smack
After she heard Peter leave the Hotel, Ann had picked up her shoes and left, closing the door behind her. She threw the shoes and her bulging handbag onto the leather seat of her vintage BMW. She loved to drive barefoot as it reminded her of the carefree country lifestyle she remembered as a child. She opened the sun roof and felt the wind pick up her hair. The moon beams had cast a hue of ashen blue on the interior of the car.
While navigating the traffic, she checked her phone. Jack had text her more than once wanting to catch up for dinner. Lucky Peter had left promptly, she thought. She had time to get home and shower and meet him for late night supper. She put her foot down taking advantage of the empty streets and swung the car into her drive-way less than 15 minutes later.
Jiggling with her keys, she was greeted by her cat, Max, who was weaving in and out of her ankles in an attempt to coax dinner from her. She mentally scolded herself for leaving the cat out before her regular appointment with Peter.
Max' incessant mewing was silenced with a fresh batch of rabbit she'd picked up the previous day from the markets. She gave him a quick rub behind the ears and headed across her apartment.
After lighting a scented candle in the bathroom, she stepped into the shower and the impact of the sharp streams of water brought peace. As she worked up a lather with her honey and oatmeal body scrub, she felt the pain of Peter's life wash away from her skin. Checking her body, she was relieved to see that no visible stain had been left by his harsh slaps. She didn't mind the role-playing of his obviously demented mother but she did not approve of him damaging the merchandise. Other people paid for the product and she had to maintain the quality of her body.
She started to daydream about Jack, her new admiring friend from the hiking club. She was enjoying his good company whether he was tossing coriander pesto through pasta or taking her hand to guide her through the long-hikes they enjoyed together.
She had resisted his physical advances until now reluctant to invest her personal space until she was sure he was worth it. Turns out he was proving his worth day to day. Her lips curled into a small smile as the water streamed over her long hair.
8 Comments:
Now if Ann was a smart little sex worker she would not wear perfume and only use mens deodorant so that silly Peters wife would not have to know what he had been up to....
Enjoying both sides of this tale :)
YEEEEHAAWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That fair old get ma pecker a bursting!
I had a few dates almost as romantic mahself.
Now you don't tell me that Dwayne's Diner on the corner of 13th and 7th isn't the place to take a REAL lady!
I can't wait to see where you take this!!! Very exciting.
Are you going to work Max into the action soon, Old McDonald...
Maybe need a peloop?
.......but maybe there's a twist in the tale?
Just catching up with this storyline...enjoying it. Laughing at josh's comment, though; if Ann used men's deodorant, wouldn't that add another layer to this role-playing? And wouldn't the wife wonder why he smelled like Old Spice to the 10th power? Hmmm...
Awe come on Cynic with flair, don't all men use old spice on the old fella?
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