1. Lara's Larceny


    Date: 6/13/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: Lupus, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    The fetid odour of uneaten pizza lingers in the stale,silent air as the sun slinks slowly over the skyline. The room turns dark for all except the defiant, flicking television in the corner. I swipe a fingertip across my phone, bathing my desk in pale light. ‘No messages. 9 o’clock. ’ My fingers drum irritably on the armrest. It’s maddening, yet I can’t stop the relentless torture eating slowly into my brain. At last I leap to my restless feet, pacing the room. Religiously, I check my phone every three laps of the three-piece, mumbling angrily to myself more and more. ‘C’mon, Lara, you’re taking the piss, now…! This is the third time this week!” Eventually, I snatch up the phone and punch ‘call’, still unable to stop my pacing. The endless ringing in my ears is as torturous as the drumming. I can feel the tension in my jaw, desperate to grind my teeth together. My whole body shakes with a rage I can’t explain. ‘ Why does this bother me so much…? For fuck’s sake, answer the fucking phone, Lara!’ I can almost scream. My foot lashes out petulantly – and painfully - at the sofa. I curse just as the ringing stops. Click. “Hello.” The voice that greets me is male – deep and resonant. His tone immediately halts the impetuous outburst I had prepared. With only one word, he sounds assured - answering my wife’s phone as though it were his own. ‘Who the…’ “Hello? Who is this?” I cringe. My voice suddenly sounds high and whining – impotent. “Where is Lara?” “You must be Darren.” He ...
    enunciates his words, slowly and clearly. “That’s me, yes, Lara’s husband. This is Lara’s phone, yes? Where is she?” My impatience redoubling, my grip on the phone returns. “You can call me Mr. Fairbanks. I have other names, but I would prefer Mr. Fairbanks.” ‘This one rushes nothing, does he?’ “Please, call me Mr. Lions. You’re Lara’s-“ “I’m Lara’s employer at Fairbanks and Sons, Darren. She’s worked here for a few years now, I believe.” ‘Is he playing games, now? ‘Darren’? He cut me off…!’ “Okay, so where-“ His steady stream of consciousness continues, regardless. “Lara is still here, in the office. She is busy working late – she has a…” Finally, he pauses for a second and we’re both silent. I hear a quiet sound in the background, but I can’t identify it. ‘ Is that a fish tank…? It sounds gurgling.’ “Sorry, Darren, I meant to say…” My teeth grit and I can’t help myself. “Mr. Lions.” It feels good to cut across him and silence that arrogant tone. We seem to sit in solemn, posturing silence for a moment. “Excuse me?” He sounds challenging, rather than courteous. Stupidly, I feel the need to swallow before replying, like a disciplined schoolboy. “Mr. Lions. My name is Mr. Lions.” “I see.” Fairbanks pauses before continuing. “As I was saying, Darren, Lara is very busy at the minute. She has a full load to work on. It could take some time.” My teeth grate and my eyes twitch slightly, fluttering as I hold back the angry expletive I want to unleash upon this pumped-up prick. “Can I ...
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