Chloe woke up Monday morning with new energy and a goal to do what she wanted from now on. She went to work after getting dressed in her shopping spree outfit. She was wearing a new pencil skirt and a cute purple silk blouse. She had new Donna Karen nylons and new Jimmy Choo strappy black pumps. She had always wanted to own a pair of Jimmy Choo's. Of course, she knew she couldn't afford a second pair and probably shouldn't have bought the first. But she was going to pick out her own clothes without Jon's input for once. She even had on a new purple bra with matching lace panties. She had spent more on her outfit than possibly her entire wardrobe her whole life combined. She felt on top of the world for the first time in her life and thought to herself, Kendra is right; I really should live a little. She opened her phone and looked at an email Kendra sent her earlier that morning with their bucket list from 15 years ago. Well, she would get started on some of these. M

Chloe and Nicki went to the restaurant down the street from work. It was about a five-minute drive, so they left Nicki's car, and Chloe drove. They went over the book assignment, which Chloe had actually finished reading last night after her shopping spree. Nicki was impressed.   "I don't know what's going over there with you, but I like it!" He grinned at her, "you look sexier than ever, I mean, you've always been hot, but now it's almost like you found the confidence needed to go with it."   "Um, thanks," Chloe muttered, averting her eyes. She hadn't really thought about it. She was just doing what she wanted for once. She hadn't felt like this since before her mother died when she was young. After that, she was focused on helping out with the house and bills and taking care of her father, and then Jonathon came along. She's been sacrificing for everyone else since she was twelve.   "Sorry, I didn't mean to…" &

Chloe shoved off of Nicki and swung around, pulling at his tie to loosen it, and practically ripped his shirt off. He was backing her up as he devoured her mouth as though he'd been drowning and finally was able to surface. The backs of her knees hit the bed, and she was down with a small bounce. She had managed to get half his shirt off him. He was in a crouch over her and stood back up to undress completely. He even took off his socks, she noticed. Jon never took off his socks. It had always driven her crazy. He only took them off to shower. He hated to look at feet, even his own, and never took his socks off. When swimming, he wore those horrible pool shoes even at the beach. Chloe looked at Nicki's feet. They were nice. Not hideous or anything, not particularly beautiful feet, just feet, nice feet. She allowed her eyes to travel upward until she saw his cock spring lose as he slid his boxers down. It was straight as a board, pointing at her as though it knew exac

Nicki had open condoms all over the place. He was on condom number sixteen and had just got it on correctly when Veronica got to the door. She stood at the door, gaping, probably looking very much like Chloe had the other day in the reverse situation, but no one had seen her and wouldn't be able to tell her if that were true or not. Veronica began screaming bloody murder.   "You bitch! How could you! We're best friends! You fucking cunt!" She screamed and lunged forward trying to get at Chloe. Chloe began crab crawling up the bed and out of the way, completely naked and only slightly aware of that fact. She was more so alert to the crazy woman who somewhat resembled her best friend, Veronica, now coming at her. Jonathan came rushing into the room and looked around. Seeing Nicki and Chloe naked and used condoms everywhere, he immediately flung himself at Nicki.   "You son of a bitch" He growled while in mid-air over the naked stunned Nikki, w

"I woke up late, around elevenish, left the house to get a birthday gift. First, I stopped at Starbucks for a white chocolate mocha. Then the local florist to get daisies for my dad, then to see my dad, then to the grocery store, I needed milk. Then I got pulled over by fucking Pike for littering."   "Littering?" He interjected, his eyebrow going up again. This time, she could have sworn she saw him smirk. For some odd reason, the sight warmed her slightly.   "Er. Well, I sort of tossed an ice cream container out my passenger window in a mild fit of hysteria. I was eating too much and having a bad day."   "Hysteria, hmm? A bad day shopping?" Again he wore that quiet smirk.   "Well, yes, sort of. Mostly visiting my dad was a little distracting, I suppose."   "Ah. So Officer Pike," he said with a hint of mockery, "pulled you over then what? Did he cuff and book you?"