Wicked Ways: Pearl's Passion (Part 4 and last)

Opal kicked off her flat black pumps, released the clasp that held her hair back and ran her fingers through her loose curls. Today had been another day of breaking yet another woman’s heart. Her latest client, a young teacher, had believed until the last moment that her boyfriend was innocent. Only pictures of him actually fucking another woman had convinced her he was a cheat.

“I wonder if I did her a favor?” Opal groaned. Maybe she should have let the black-haired, Latin beauty live in her own fantasy world, where she believed the man in her life was good and wholesome and not a cheat. But Opal knew from experience that life had a way of shattering that type of gullible bliss. Hadn’t she herself experienced just such a betrayal by her fiancé? Ten minutes before her wedding, she’d caught him with the stripper from his bachelor party going at it. To make matters even worse, they’d been in the church at the time. She shook her head, refusing to waste another precious minute of her life thinking about Frank and his inability to keep his penis to himself.

Pearl and Ruby also had dealt with similar heartbreak. They all three knew first hand what happened when you were unprepared for the pain of discovering that your lover was unfaithful. They all three had agreed that it was important to enlighten and empower these women. That didn’t make it any easier to see their pain and hear their sobs. She collapsed onto her low, white sofa and tucked her feet under her. That didn’t change the fact that once they kicked the louses out of their lives they’d be left with a lot of long, lonely nights to pick up the pieces, while the louse went on to screw anything that walked.

She pulled open a small drawer on the bottom of the end table next to the couch and lifted the lid of a tiny red box with Chinese letters and a gold dragon engraved on the lid. An array of toys greeted her. This was what those women would be left with. Still it was better than nothing. A woman had to have some kind of relief.

She grabbed her favorite toy, the Clit Kisser. Shimmying out of her black, lace panties she pushed her skirt up over her hips and placed the soft jelly lips over her mound. If her sisters could see her now, they wouldn’t call her uptight. She giggled and flipped the switch. The lips vibrated against her pussy. She began to move it in small circles and the sensual tongue felt almost like a man licking and kissing her clit. She writhed under the sensation, pressure beginning to build between her legs. Her slit grew moist with anticipation. She reached over to the box and grabbed a huge, purple cock. A few punches on the button and she’d set it to rotate and vibrate at just the right speed. She slid it inside her slit, which was wet and ready and….ohgawd that felt so damn good…she gasped, nearing the edge of release. A loud banging filled her ears. She blinked. Someone was pounding on her door.

“Go away,” she ground out through her teeth, knowing they couldn’t hear her on the other side. No doubt it was a Girl Scout wanting to pedal those damn cookies that caused her to gain five pounds each and every year. She moved the clit stimulator over her pussy, but her groove was thrown off and whoever was pounding on the door wasn’t going away.

She threw her toys into the red box and slammed the lid closed. “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back.” She tossed the words over her shoulder as she stomped to the door and swung it open.

“What?” She glared at the handsome man on the other side of the door. Her gaze slid down his broad chest to where his jeans pulled tight across his crotch. Interesting. She wondered what exactly he had hidden in there.

“You’re in my parking space,” he growled, his dark brown eyes were almost black.

She lifted her head, forcing her glance away from his penis. “Excuse me?”

“Your foreign, piece of crap car is in my parking space again.”

“And you are?” Like she really cared who he was. He was just like every other man she’d ever met. He’d use her if she let him and then he’d cheat. They were all the same. She’d decided long ago that she would just stay on her own. There was no point in ever trying to get married. She didn’t need a man anyway. She could always find a sperm donor if she wanted a child. A husband wasn’t necessary.

“Nick Roberts. Are you going to move your car?” he asked.

“No. I’ve parked in that spot for the last five years. You must be confused.”

But what a glorious package of confusion. She licked her lower lip wondering what he’d think if she tugged him inside and fucked him.

“I am not confused. You are.”

“Excuse me?” Anger coursed through her. What a rude jerk. But still she wondered if he was well hung.

“I expect you to move your car by tomorrow at this time and stay out of my spot in the future.” He turned on his heel, walked next door and entered that apartment.

“So that’s my new neighbor.” She closed the door behind him, making her way back to the couch and her toys, but suddenly not as interested in them as she’d been. “He’s wrong about the parking spot, but I sure would like to get in his pants.”

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