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"Oh, a little dirt didn't hurt anybody," Stan said as he moved forward again.
Again I moved out of reach.
"What is wrong with you?" Stan shouted.
This time I had moved, so I was directly in front of my office. I quickly turned around and turned on the light. "I just wanted you to see your throne room," I retorted.
I had taken still frames from most of the videos and cameras then printed them out and plastered them all over the walls. "It is all for you," I said as Stan walked in.
He turned around to look at me the shock on his face told it all. He was speechless. "What?" I said looking at him. "You had so much to say in all your camera shows," I said walking behind him. "I was cold and a prude, dumb and poor."
"I..." Stan began to say. He was still staring at the thousands of pictures I had hung up.
"What?" I said looking at him. "Sorry?" I laughed.
"What happened to the big proud man, that said he would never stop, never say he is sorry even if he got caught?"
"How?" Stan asked.
"I am not stupid," I replied. Throwing a key at Stan's feet. "For your dropbox. I got a copy made after I found out."
Stan looked down at the key. Then his eyes went wide.
"Yes," I nodded. "I got your passwords to your many sights, also your books of names."
Stan slumped into Alice's chair. "What are you going to do?"
"It's not what I am going to do, but what I have done," I said smiling. I clicked on the monitor. There he was sitting in the chair on camera. "Your fans are watching, all of them."
Stan stood up. "No!" he shouted.
"That's right. You have been streaming live, since you walked in the door," I smiled.
"You see that you fucking losers," I shouted at the camera. "I also sent the password and username to many other social sites and news companies."
The number of people watching began to drop fast. "The light is on, look at the roaches run!" I shouted.
"Fine!" Stan shouted. "You got me," he smiled. "I have been fucking women for years!"
"And men," I added.
"So, what?" Stan shrugged. "Divorce me, then what? You think you can provide for the kids and yourself on your salary? What about your mother and her expensive home care? Jack's medication as well as his home supplies, his psychiatrist visits? You going to pay for all that on your salary?"
I nodded. I knew Stan was going to bring all of that up. I had no plans for everything. "I will make it work, I have to, for myself and my kids," I smiled. "What about you?"
"I will be fine," he laughed as he walked out of the room.
"Oh yeah?" I followed close behind him. "It was amazing that when I looked through most of those sickening videos, I noticed someone I knew," I said as he stopped dead in his tracks. "Amelia?"
His face turned around quickly. "Your boss now knows you screwed his wife," I laughed.
Stan stood still fury raged across his face. Then his phone rang. "I just sent the video and the link to him," I said holding up my phone that was hiding behind me.
"Have a good life Stan," I said as I walked past him and out of the house.
- COMMENTS
mybikecruisesover 5 years agoI see your point and build up!! You are working on a little tougher rawer version of the life changes that happened in: Taking one for the Team; with Brad in Meeting the Bosses Wife. The outside story is definitely darker and the female lead is going to really need some build up from someone.
I am a little concerned about the snitch, who ratted the husband out. It came almost too quickly after the talk about Alice being manly!?!? The pics pointing out him with men, makes me wonder about Alice?
Shadowforce you are a great writer, and if those nitwits that made those derogatory statement about you, they have never read any of your other stories. Are you going to add to the 2 stories I referenced
Shadowforce1over 5 years agoAuthorThank you for the great comments. As for being a man hater. I am a male. I don't hate males at all. I have never written a lesbian story, never will never planned on writing an "EVIL" character. I simply heard of a story like this a few months ago and decided to write an erotic version of it. That's it, no hidden agenda, no "OMG SJW!" hidden conspiracy, it happened in real life. And still happens, a co-worker of mine left his wife for no reason other than he didn't like the sex with her anymore, it happens. Stop with the OMG he/she is a man/woman hater crap.
To the other comments. I was actually thinking of making her just walk out, without the big hoopla of making him lose his job. But after writing it this way I thought she as a character could develop later on in the series.
Greyheaded1over 5 years agoStory was really simplistic and the anonymous email revelation was a lazy plot device.
Title includes “Ch 1”. Cannot see how this goes to Ch 2 or more. Maybe in Lesbian or BDSM. I don’t think Shadowforce1 likes men and I suspect any further chapters will involve rage and torture of husband and other men. Hope this only happens in stories and not in your real life.
Alice was only barely likeable character. If ch 2 then suspect Alice and wife will have the satisfying sex that men cannot provide and they will find their inner lesbian.
I am certain husbands like this exist and websites like this exist so this is not so far out there as a plot. The author failed to explain why husband is so evil. I think author believes all men are evil so no explanation is needed. Just like app rattle snakes bite.
I think a husband character so focused on his identity through sexual performance would give his wife his best sex when she is available.
The wife should not stay with the husband but should examine why husband had such a poor view of her. He was having trists all along then the marital sex degraded. Why?
Whackdoodleover 5 years agoSo he could pay exhoribitant child support and alimony. Now, everyone loses.
