Chapter one: Her master plan

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‎"Trisha!" I screamed into the phone.

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‎"guess guess guess  what!"

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‎"Im just coming from the phone store, it had a fault and that's absolutely the reason why I'm calling this late." I said in between breaths smiling from ear to ear.

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‎" Easy darling easy....you sound so excited, what's the miracle? " she asked, with equal enthusiasm.

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‎"aaahh....I need you to see for yourself!!" I said, switching to facetime.

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‎"No... absolute fucking way" her eyes widened as we switched to the  facetime, with my fingers shoving into her screen.

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‎"Are those diamonds?... Wait wait wait...who proposed?" She bombarded.

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‎"what do you mean who proposed.

‎. Don't be silly girl, everyone knows Carl is the only one who ever rocks my boat."

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‎"yeah and everyone knows you never let him rock your pussy." she cackled.

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‎"yeah whatever. He never complained though." I rolled my eyes saying.

‎"I just wanted you to know we have a wedding to plan."

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‎"yes we do sis. and when was this proposal exactly?"

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‎"as early as dawn. Matter of fact. I woke up to it right before he left for work."

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‎"Before work??..Wow, who knew Carl could be so intentional??" she purred her voice.

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‎"you know what?, Im totally bored right now, how about we celebrate at my house, sounds good doesn't it?" she asked

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‎"of course!" I smiled deeply.

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‎"I'll be waiting." and with that, she hung up the phone.

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‎Excitedly, I picked up my purse and my phone,

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‎There was a super cute photo of Carl and me sitting just at the centre table, it had fallen to the floor so I picked it up,

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‎"I love you Carl. I love you." i said, kissing the frame , replaced it back to it's position and hurriedly made way for my car.

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‎Just then a call came in.

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‎"Hello Becky, what's the update ?"

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‎She sighed.

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‎"We have still not found the perfect face and physical requirements the organizers are seeking for, and," she sighed in deeply once again.

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‎" what's it Becky?" I asked, pinching the ridge of my nose in impending frustration

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‎"the models are not willing to renew their contracts which will be ending in the next two weeks. And we need new recruits. Urgently."

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‎Oh shit.

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‎My head jammed with the idea of folding up my business as I drove,

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‎Then I made a sharp bend, leading to Trisha's house.

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‎Trisha., the dots connected.

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‎"You know what. I've got the perfect plan" I suddenly lit up as an idea popped into my head.

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‎"Trisha. My sister, she's a big shot stylist and she works closely with models." I said tapping excitedly on the steering wheel,

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‎"Don't worry Becky, we won't be folding up anytime soon I promise you. we'll talk later." I kissed into the phone and hung up.

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‎Trishas house was super glassy, but even when everyone else had a problem with it, she never did.

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‎And her room, it was right in the open for all to see.

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‎"Trish, don't you think you need some blinders?" I said horrifically as I stepped out from the car.

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‎Then I walked towards the entrance.

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‎The door was slightly ajar, and there were scattered pieces of clothing all over the floor.

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‎"ohh" my mouth formed into an 'O' at the sudden realization.

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‎A man's piece of clothing, a man's briefs, a female thong which obviously belonged to Trisha.

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‎And of course, a subtle sound of intense pleasure.

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‎"uhhhhmmmm, " she moaned softly.

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‎"I know you like it,"" a male voice inaudibly said. Followed by a loud spank In the ass.

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‎Trisha cried out loud but, I assume it was rather a cry of joy, from everything I've learned about sex.

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‎A chuckle nearly escaped my lips, but I immediately flung my hand to cover it up.

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‎Then the strokes became louder, and her moans grew deeper.

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‎My feet felt planted deep in the root, unable to move,

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‎Was it as good as they say ?

‎The curiosity burned me.

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‎All I could think about at the moment was Carl, and our wedding night.

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‎My hands cupped my boobs and they felt warm and soft against it,

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‎And it trailed slowly down to my navel, giving it a light rub and slowly again,

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‎Now,

‎Down to my vhole.

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‎My breath caught sharply as my tiny finger slid along the opening, spreading them slightly apart to feel the moistness.

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‎This was something I'd never done before , how could something feel so wrong yet so right.

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‎"fuck ...me ..harder.. please...." Trisha continued to moan in pleasure.

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‎Her sounds, igniting the fire in me,

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‎I continued to plunge the finger into me, deeper and deeper, feeling the wetness coat all over.

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‎But I needed more.

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‎And this wasn't more.

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‎I needed to feel exactly what Trisha was feeling, to cry and wail in ecstasy.

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‎I slipped my finger out and brought it to my face.

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‎My ring shone brightly on my ring finger and my heart burned for carl all the more.

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‎My memory filled with the large size of his dick the day his towel had accidentally fallen across the room.

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‎It would fill me up completely. I blushed quietly.

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‎But on the bright side. We were already engaged. And what did that mean?

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‎It meant, we were already married. I squealed internally.

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‎"fuck you taste so good babe..." Trisha's sultry voice cracked with all the sloppiness.

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‎I quietly retreated my footsteps and went back into the living room.

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‎Do I wait or??

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‎I asked  myself, picking up the clothing on the floor and placing them on the sofa neatly.

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‎I sank into the chair and pulled out my phone.

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‎I bit my lip gently, anxiety quietly building up inside of me as I typed in a  risky text.

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‎Carl was always a big supporter of my celibacy journey and I couldn't wait to surprise him with the 'cookie' tonight.

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‎"hey husband. I've got a special treat for you tonight." it read, with a whole lot of feisty stickers.

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‎"ahh... doesn't it sound a bit too desperate?" I said to myself, 

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‎"oh vicky..," I gasped sending it.

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‎"I better call him." I said anxiously, my cheeks turning a bright shade of red.

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‎But as it began to ring,

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‎A phone began to buzz just beside me, tucked into the sofa.

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‎"Trish, your phone...."

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‎"wait..what?" I asked, my head suddenly feeling light.

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‎Then the buzz turned into a ringtone I memorized and scripted on the back of my palms.

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‎Carls ringtone.

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‎"naahh...there's no way..It can't be." I chuckled with disbelief.

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‎I placed my hand on my forehead trying to shove away the evidence.

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‎Then I redialed it.

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‎"who the fuck could that be?" he said, his footsteps echoing in my heart louder than his voice till it finally came to a fullstop.

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‎I rose up with the phone in my hand.

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‎Slowly I turned to face him.

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‎Completely butt naked.

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‎My heart shattered.

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‎Words could barely form in my mouth as my mind raced through a million thought.

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‎"I promise you Vicky...it's not. What you think." He said, going down on his knees.

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‎"oh trust me darling. It is."  said Trisha, coming out right behind him.