1. Penny's Worth - Chapter 6


    Date: 4/9/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: KrystalClear, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    Too Much Further I rode the glass elevator up to Quinn’s condo. No, it was Miriam’s place. She was emphatic about being called that when we talked on the phone. We hadn’t seen each other since the sendoff party and her bloodshot eyes from when we woke up that morning, were my most recent memory of her. She greeted me warmly once the door opened. She looked different. Her hair was longer and looser. She gained a little weight, but looked healthy. The perpetual dieting to stay in demand wasn’t necessary any more. She looked happy. “I’m sorry I haven’t been getting together with you at the beach. It’s just that I had to walk away from everything for a while. I couldn’t handle the temptations.” I understood. Most women have a difficult giving up the trade, especially at our end of it. The money, the attention, the excitement; it is all addictive. I looked around her living space. Most of the sleek trendy furnishings and art pieces were gone. The room was mostly filled with brown cardboard packing boxes. “I’ve sold the place. I made a ton of money off the sale. Ryan and I bought a two-story ranch in the suburbs. Can you believe it? I’m looking at buying a Jeep next weekend.” “So, the two of you are happy? There is light at the end of the tunnel?” She looked ecstatic; almost glowing. “It’s a fucking rainbow. I never thought I’d feel this way about someone else. And I haven’t forgotten; it was you that changed the course of my life.” She grabbed my hand and squeezed. “I want ...
    you to be my maid of honor.” I hugged her. We were still friends. It’s what I needed most right now. “Is Ryan here now?” “He’s at the ER. He had to cover a day shift.” “I hate to press the issue, but I need to talk to Quinn. I need her guidance.” She hesitated at first, as if she wanted to blot all evidence of Quinn’s existence from her past. We both knew that was impossible. At last, she came around. I told her about my existence in the Presidential suite as the courtesan of Nicaraguan defense minister Emile Suárez. “He’s the man on the news.” Her eyes seemed to grow with admiration. “The one buying all those Predators to fight the terrorists in his country. He was interviewed just last week at a local defense company talking about how Nicaragua was the final line of safety before those animals infiltrated the US.” “He’s doing way more than that.” I began to explain my own business arrangement with him. The seduction and spying on business associates. The briefcases filled with currency arriving at all hours, from what I’d gather were US government sources. “It’s all corrupt. It’s all smoke and mirrors. Suárez has people convinced terror attacks from his nation are imminent. They’re just peasants fighting for land rights.” “How do you know that? General Suárez has been a great supporter in protecting this country.” “It’s all a scam to get our government to finance the fighting down there. He’s told me those are the same people they called communists in the 1960s and drug ...
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