resume. A little background history and why you were interested in working at The Playhouse would’ve been fine,” Mercedes continued.
“I understand. Is it going to be a problem? I just…well…I have no experience in this type of thing at all. This isn’t like me at all. The truth is, I’m getting a divorce from my husband, and I want a fresh start. He would’ve never agreed to anything like this.” Olivia sat up straight in the chair, poised like she’d been trained in charm school. The interview was making her nervous.
Mercedes sat there, eyeing her. Olivia swore she could read her thoughts: Her short haircut is simple, but cute. Perfect for the corporate world. Not too much makeup, just a little to enhance her beauty. The outfit...something I’d have passed up in Nostrums. She willed her to say something, anything.
“Have you ever talked dirty to a man?”
“You mean, like phone sex?” Olivia blushed.
“That’s close to what it’s like. I mean, have you ever told a man what you wanted him to do to you, or what you wanted to do to him?”
“A little,” she said, using her hands to hide her smile.
“Come on now. You’ve never told a boyfriend you couldn’t wait for them to stick their still rod inside you?” Mercedes whispered.
Olivia refrained from glancing around to make sure none of the other Starbuck’s patrons overheard. “No. I wanted to, but I always let my husband take charge.”
“Well, honey, at The Playhouses you’ll have plenty of opportunity. I tell you what. I’ll look seriously into giving you a chance. In the meantime, you need to brush up on your skills. Read some books about turning your man on and seducing him. They’re plenty of books online with some good examples. As a matter of fact, go to a strip club and get a lap dance.”
Olivia’s mouth flew open. “A lap dance? I’m not gay.” She wasn’t too sure about letting some other woman feel her up.
Mercedes laughed. “Girl, please, you don’t have to be gay or bisexual to get a lap dance. It’ll help you learn your own body. Believe me, I had to come out of my shell too when I first got in this line of business.”
She nodded. “If you say so.” She wasn’t, but she wanted the job and was willing to try almost anything.
“I’ll call you in a few days, okay? I expect you to tell me what you learned.”
She got up from the table and left Olivia sitting there in awe. Mercedes was beautiful and so sure of herself, without being cocky. She told Olivia her real name was Emily, but Olivia loved the sound of Mercedes. Olivia hoped she could come up with something as good.
When she kicked “The Cheater” out, she got lonely. Olivia began playing around on the internet with some adult dating sites. What she saw shocked and intrigued her. People had no problem saying exactly what they wanted.
It took her a while to warm up with the whole thing. Most of those women had pictures with their body parts hanging out for the world to see. They were even on web camera, doing a lot of freaky things to each other. All Olivia wanted was someone to chat with. She found this one site and made up a profile. Shortly after, she had a few messages from some men. She decided to flirt a little bit to see if she could do it.
She sent quite a few messages back and forth to a several men. This one in particular, DaddyLongStroke, was fine. The muscles popping out his chest appeared to be chiseled on him. Heck yeah, she accepted his friend invite. That’s when she got a chance to see why he was called DaddyLongStroke. He had one humongous penis! Looking at it had made her mouth water—and she hated sucking on her husband’s.
They guy started off just trying to get to know her better. Then, after a few messages, he told her what he was going to do to her. She actually got wet from reading it. After a week of him having sex with her mind, she had to meet him. She knew she was technically still married, but that relationship