Simone: The Hired Mistress (2 page)

III

“So…”

“So…what?” Simone asked.

“Did you do it?”

“Listen, I can’t just rush this. I need time. Everything must be planned out,” Simone explained.

“I’m paying you to rush! And if you wait too late our deal is over and you can forget about the rest,”

“Calm the fuck down and let me do my job! You’re lucky I’m even doing it under these circumstances. I have yet to meet you, nor do I even know your name! Now, as I said, I…need…time. You are not my only client and you will not be my last, so I advise you to train your fucking attitude before I drop you and this job!” Simone snapped.

“Bitch, you don’t have time! I made a way for you to have that doctor job as a temp, not full fuckin’ time! I did the hard part, so do what you have to do! And if you ever think about threatening to drop me from your hoe ass scheme of a job you have going on, I WILL EXPOSE YOU! Am I clear?”

“Crystal.” Simone replied and ended the call.

***

A few days later, Jeremy and Staci had finally chosen a donor and returned to the fertility clinic. Simone had praised their choice before setting Staci the task of filling in the paperwork. Jeremy had a different job to accomplish.

He was ushered into a little room and told to bring his sample to the nurse's station when he was done. He was feeling very awkward. He'd been able to provide his sample from home because Staci had made it a bit more fun. He'd wanted to ask if Staci could come in with him, but a sign on the door made it very clear that no women were allowed into these rooms.

Simone sat in her office watching on a small screen as Jeremy looked around the room. She was simply dying to see what Jeremy’s love muscle looked like. In fact, her hand had already slipped into her moist panties.

Once she had herself in the perfect position, there was a knock on the door. She quickly adjusted herself, turned off the small screen, and sat straight up in the chair.

“Come in,” she called out.

“Hi, Simone, I’m so sorry to disturb you,” Staci apologized slowly entering the room and closing the door behind her.

“Well, what can I do for you?”

“Umm,” she pulled out a brown paper bag from her purse, “I want you to use this,” she said to Simone while handing her the bag,”

“And…what is this?” Simone asked as she took a peek into the bag,”

“It’s Jeremy’s sperm…from home,”

“Oh, we won’t need this. He’s giving us a sample that we can use,”

“No! I mean…this one is already done,” Staci said in a pleading tone.

Simone squinted her eyes and looked at her with a suspicious look, “What’s going on, Staci?”

“Nothing, I was just saving this sample in the freezer for good luck and I feel that this could be the sample that actually works. My pastor prayed on it and everything,”

Simone bust out laughing, “I’m sorry, that is just… you know what, ok. So let me have someone to tell your husband he can come out-”

“Oh, no,” Staci waved her hands dramatically, “Let him enjoy himself. He doesn’t…he mustn’t know about this. Okay?”

“Mmmhmm.” Simone replied with her right eyebrow raised and watched Staci leave the room.

She stuck the paper bag into a draw in her desk and continued her position as she turned back on the screen to watch Jeremy.

Jeremy's awkwardness was clear as he sat and started to rub his fly. It became evident that nothing was happening. She guessed that he was suffering from performance anxiety. Many men did. 

She watched as he inspected the shelves of pornographic material the clinic provided. The quality of the camera didn't prevent Simone from seeing the blush that spread across his face. Now he was faced with dozens of DVDs. Each one decorated with images of women, completely naked, some bent over to show their perfect asses, others with their legs spread, shaven pussies galore.

He picked one that featured a black woman on the cover, wearing white lacy underwear and slipped the disc into the player. The film started as Jeremy sat back down on the couch and put the plastic jar down beside him.

Simone smiled as Jeremy unzipped his fly and pulled out his rod. He was big, maybe nine inches if she had to guess, cut and thick. Jeremy kept looking at the TV and glancing away though he was clearly aroused as the red hair star lay on front yard, being fingered by her landlord. He began to tug on his penis with his whole hand.

Simone wondered who would cum first; the married man or the woman who was spying on him. It didn't matter. She couldn't wait to get him in the flesh.

The star was telling the guy just how much she wanted his dick, how she wanted him to fuck her in the ass. Jeremy had never heard such dirty talk or thought that he'd be so turned on by it, but he soon lost himself as the action unfolded. The guy was really giving the girl what she wanted and she was showing her appreciation very vocally. It enticed him to hear her moan and cry for more since his wife was so silent.

His eyes glued to screen, Jeremy began to jerk, slowly at first then increasing in speed, sometimes switching to using a thumb and forefinger to grip his swollen head and thrust a bit with his hips.
The stud in the film wanted to cum on the girl's big face. Jeremy imagined himself doing the same thing, so he closed his eyes, unable to hold back any longer. He was so caught up in the dirty fantasy that he only just remembered the little plastic jar in time.
 

A week later…

Jeremy had left work, but had not headed for home. This surprised Simone, who was stalking him to work out his life and interests. So far, that had consisted of work, friends and family. She'd figured he was the type of guy who was happy with this ordinary life.

This was new.

Intrigued, she pulled over as Jeremy made a right turn, pulling his car to the curb near to where a bunch of men stood on the sidewalk. 

They all welcomed him as he got out of the vehicle. Simone followed the group to a club called Obsessions. She didn't think that Jeremy would be the type of guy to venture in there, even with a group of men.

“Does your bitch know that her loving husband likes strip joints? Or did you tell her boring ass you were going to play poker with the boys?” Simone said out loud laughing to herself, “Well, maybe the sight of all those naked bitches gyrating round poles would make him horny, and if he get some liquor in his system, he’ll be more susceptible when I make my move.” She smiled.

Simone reached for her phone and made a quick call.

“What?”

“You are really starting to piss me off with this bitter ass attitude,” Simone responded.

“I’m sorry…Yes, Simone,” the woman replied sarcastically,

“Tonight is the night. Just keeping you updated,”

“Just don’t forget the evidence,”

“I never do.” Simone ended the call with those final words.

Simone turned on the radio and climbed into the back seat. Quickly she undressed and changed her clothes. Tonight, emboldened by her interpretation of his behavior, she decided she was going to make her first move.

Turns out Simone didn't have to wait long. Jeremy exited the joint after twenty minutes. She had to think quickly. He was walking towards the parking lot. She scrambled out through the passenger door, hoping that the Yukon parked next to her blocked her from his view. She grabbed her purse and snuck to the sidewalk before she straightened up.

“Doctor Haynes?!” Jeremy exclaimed, “What are you doing round here?”

“I was at a late meeting a block over. I thought I could get a cab over here,” She lied, “You mind if I ask you the same question?” She replied, a little out of breath, moving her head to indicate the club Jeremy had just left.

“I didn't know it was a strip club, honestly,” He said holding up his hands with a little laugh, “I'm a happily married man, so I made my excuses and left,”

He looked at the doctor. She was dressed up in a classy little black dress, the split at the side granting him a flash of black suspender belt. She wore her hair long, tracing her backline. She had a gold choker around her neck and nothing over her shoulders.

“Why don't you let me drive you home?” He asked as he pulled off his jacket and offered it to her, “My car is just over there,”

“Thank you,” she replied, giving him a grateful smile, “You're a knight in shining armor.”

“Well, here we are,” Jeremy said, pulling to the curb.

“Do you want to join me? Let me get you something to eat for rescuing me tonight,”

“I don't know...” Jeremy answered. It felt strange to be invited into the home of someone he barely knew. Besides he'd done the gentlemanly thing...there was no need to thank him for it.

“Is Staci expecting you home?”

“Oh...not 'til later but...” For a second it occurred that she might be coming on to him, but he dismissed it. Simone knew he was married.

He felt bad for even thinking it, “I don't want to be a bother...” He added.

“Oh come on... I insist. Besides, you can pick up some books I promised to lend Staci,” Simone wheedled.

Jeremy felt rude for being so reluctant. He smiled and turned off the ignition and followed her up the stairs.

“You have a nice place,” Jeremy called out.

‘
It aint mine.’
She thought to herself, but played along, “Thank you. I like it.” she yelled back from the kitchen.

He looked around the very simple apartment, other than the beautiful paintings on the wall.

“Kind of plain for a doctor,” he said.

“I’m just here until they finish with my house. My roof caved in so I got this place to hold me over,” she lied, “Here,” she said, handing him a glass of red wine that matched the one in her own.

“I thought we were going to eat something?”

“One won't hurt,” She whispered mischievously in his ear as she steered him to the seats.

He took a sip of the liquid.

“This is good,”

“My husband imported it from France,” She said, keeping the lies coming...it worked though. Jeremy relaxed visibly at the mention of the fictional husband
.

“I didn't know you were married,” He explained, glancing down at her left hand and the lack of a ring on her finger.

“Well, ex-husband. We're divorced,” And now she had his sympathy. This was going well.

She looked at him, assessing him. Would he make a move? She doubted it would even occur to him, but if she was careful she could guide him through it.

“I like the art. Especially that one,” He stated, pointing to one that was bursting with color. He felt he had to make a bit of small talk though he didn't really like the abstract stuff.

Simone lied to him about who painted each picture, where she'd bought it and what each one meant to her. She amazed him with stories of how she had travelled all over the world. Jeremy became genuinely interested. His own life seemed small compared to hers.

She fetched him a second glass of wine and he didn't even protest. Simone swiveled on the cushion so her bare back was towards Jeremy.

“Can you help me with this?” She asked, pointing to the choker on her neck.

Jeremy turned to oblige. He could smell her Dior perfume as he shifted closer to reach up to the clasp. His hip bumped against the small of her back. One of the thin straps of Simone's dress slipped down off her shoulder. Without thinking, Jeremy moved it back into place, his fingertips brushing over her chocolate skin.

He glanced down at her back. Suddenly it struck him that he was attracted to her and here he was in her apartment, just the two of them.

“I think I need to get going,” He muttered as he handed her the piece of jewelry.

Simone turned to face him with a smile playing across her face.

“You've think it’s safe for you to drive? You did just have a couple glasses of wine,” She reasoned, “Maybe you should stay here tonight?”

“Simone...” He started to say, but Simone put a finger to his lips.

“Shush...” She whispered, rubbing her body up against his arm and taking his hand. She guided it to her thigh.

Jeremy glanced down as their joined hands began to push up the hem of her dress. Her free hand snuck past the buttons of his shirt to massage his chest. He swallowed hard. There was no doubt what this woman wanted, but he was unsure what to do.

“The bedroom is right through there,”

He extracted his hand from hers and pushed her away gently, “I'll...umm... call a cab and come back for my car... tomorrow.” He spluttered and ran away.

Simone was in full shock. No one has ever resisted her before. To her, this was no longer a job. She took it personal…

“He didn’t take the bait,” she said into the phone once she called her client.

“Well what the fuck were you trying to feed him?”

“Nice joke, bitch,” Simone responded.

“How hard is it to get a man to cheat on his wife? I thought you do this for a living,”

“Don’t ever question what I do! If you feel that this that simple, your ass could have done it yourself right?” Simone waited for an answer,” exactly! Now bitch, let me do me,”

“You are very unprofessional,”

“And you are very opinionated. Honestly, I think he’s a good dude. He’s not going to cheat on her, so let’s call it quits. She has a good guy,” Simone said knowing that she wanted to fuck him more now that he rejected her.

“NO! Try harder! Force him! Become obsessed! Turn into his worst nightmare and once it’s complete, I’ll pay you double,”

Before she could respond, she ended the call.