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NEW WRITER! "SNOW DRIFT" by INKED FOX (47 Pages)
🕑 Added 2021-10-17 20:34:39 +0000 UTCSnow Drift!
Written by Inked Fox
Concept by Devin Dickie
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Snow Drift!
Written by Inked Fox
Concept by Devin Dickie
The Devil _____
The most troubling character out of all the major arcana in the tarot. The one you'd hope to never see turn up in a spread. 'The Devil' card warned of being seduced by the material and
represented someone living in bondage of their fear of being dominated. All of this, brought on by overindulging in luxury and excess.
I had hoped this wouldn't be the first card I pulled after asking my husband to cut and shuffle my tarot deck for me that morning. He knew I had always been a little quirky when it came to spiritual 'witchy' things—despite being such a socialite and party girl. Beyond my usual routine of being a bored, pampered housewife. I dabbled in divination and poked my nose into Wiccan rituals out of curiosity. I never delved too deeply into the practices, but something about the tarot cards was cathartic to me. It made me feel like I had just a little bit of insight into the world beyond my own, and though I wasn't included in some matters—I could still get an inkling of what was happening through divination with my cards.
However, I always took each reading with a grain of salt. It was all just for fun, anyway—and I enjoy reading fortunes. My friends all thought it was a neat party trick, and loved it when I'd show off my fortune telling skills at gatherings. Giving anyone who asked a reading for the year.
Sometime the cards were very hit and miss. But other times people were astounded by what the cards had to say. Even I had to admit—the readings I was getting lately were pretty spot on.
Especially the last one I did for my husband. I had been worried about Jessie. Things took a downturn in his career recently, yet he wouldn't talk to me about what was going on with him. He seemed so stressed lately. Were things that bad for him?
On instinct, I had him shuffle and cut my tarot deck for me. He protested at first, but I asked him to 'humor me.' Which he did before rushing off to work again. The first drawn card to greet me was 'The Devil.'
My heart sank, recalling what had happened to him a year prior. Jessie had been ousted for making one-sided deals with young men he had recruited into the UCLA. Most of them had come from underprivileged urban areas. He was accused of predatory contracting. Targeting and duping less educated recruits into parasitic contracts.
Eventually things caught up to him and he was exposed for signing on young athletes and squeezing them for every bit of profit. Proof had been brought forward demonstrating how he and his firm would maximized profits by cutting loose injured players or those who were on the cusp of aging out of the program. Then filling those vacant spots quickly with more ignorant fresh recruits.
Used and tossed away like batteries. Jessie drew young hopeful players into deals that were financial and physical pitfalls. Then helped the UCLA discard these players when they were done with
them—or when they made too much of a ruckus over the under handed dealings.
Jessie was unaware that I knew about this. I had heard it from a PI that I hired after becoming suspicious that he was cheating on me. Instead, I was given this information—which was just as heartbreaking.
Was my husband so hollow that he'd take the vitality of these hopeful recruits and use them as a means to his ends? Was I complicit in this whole thing? Perhaps I was—but as Jessie's wife, I loyally supported him and said nothing about it. I kept my mouth shut and let it play out. Now it seemed as if 'the devil' had swung back around to collect his pound of flesh. Jessie must have been doing damage control, or at the very least, playing catch up. I wondered if his higher-ups were breathing down his neck to produce results.
Still, even I knew it would be hard for him to hit his quota after losing face like that in the world of known college sports recruiters. No one would trust him after that. Especially with that last contract falling through so hard. A player named Ajani Jones had been signed on for about two million but instead only took home a quarter of that. He was cut loose after sustaining a career ending injury.
I was angry after hearing that. That was the last bit of info the PI left with me before I canceled the investigation. I didn't want to
hear anymore. I'm sure most of the money that poor kid made went to his hospital bills. Still, I said nothing and continued playing my role as the tipsy pampered wife. Day drinking and planning our Saturday night minglers, as if nothing was going on. Part of me wondered if I should just tell him I knew about it all. Maybe that would take some pressure off of Jessie—knowing that I knew, but I also considered the opposite. What if it only stressed him out more? Despite the in-control air he put on, I could see he was walking on eggshells. Perhaps pensive about working on getting his next victim signed on.
Eventually, I couldn't ignore or play along anymore—I needed the air between us cleared. I pulled him aside one night, after he returned home from work looking downtrodden. It turned out that I was right. His bosses were hassling him, but even then, he tried to be evasive as to why. That's when I told him I knew what had happened with his work, but I didn't say too much. Instead, I allowed him to fill in the blanks for me.
"How'd you hear about that?" Jessie glanced up at me from the mug of beer he had been nursing.
Tapping my manicured nails on the kitchen island top, I squared my gaze on him and made up a quick excuse. "We ladies love our gossip, and Heather's husband works in your firm..." "Louie—that asshat. Couldn't keep his mouth shut..." Jessie gruffed and took a long drink from his beer. I could tell he was
preparing to get a lot off his chest. "Look, sweetheart—I know you'll be mad about what I did, but I only wanted to give us the best. I wanted to give my beautiful wife the life she deserves..." He looked at me with sad, longing blue eyes.
I couldn't help but feel a little moved by his words. Then again, Jessie had always been a fetching man. His good looks always softened me up in the end. I let him try and explain himself. Though he spun his story in a way that made him look like the victim for trying to 'make the most of every deal' for 'us.' Still, I didn't buy it entirely and wanted to know exactly how he was getting his recruits to sign such shady deals.
"Easy enough most times. They send me to some real...ahem—rundown neighborhoods. Young guys there don't have a lot of opportunities to taste the finer side of life. So I show it to them..." Jessie explained how he'd wine and dine prospects. Promising them a brighter future, but also pointing out how it wasn't his fault their coaches worked them into the ground. Perhaps he thought me too sheltered to hear the nitty-gritty details of how they locked these hopeful recruits into their binding contracts and then made little leeway in accommodating their clients after they were signed on. Still, Jessie was the apparent 'specialist' in this field. Repeatedly scouting, bringing in and signing huge contracts with gifted basketball players.
"So then, how did you get in trouble?" I asked him.
Jessie backpedaled, "I didn't really get into trouble, dear. I just—ruffled some feathers with my methods, okay? It's nothing to worry your pretty redhead about..." Jessie assured me and then tried to shuffle off the topic altogether, but I wasn't ready to drop the subject there.
"Are you trying to sign someone new now?"
The question seemed to strike Jessie hard. He frowned and furrowed his handsome brow. "Yeah—the guy's name is Darnell Jones... This one is going to be a challenge..." He admitted.
The name sounded familiar. Then I recalled the recruit he had been ousted over. 'Ajani Jones.' I concluded that they were related, which meant this really was an impossible task for my husband. Still, I hadn't let on that I knew that much about his situation and continued to play it coyly.
"Why's that? Is another recruiter after him?"
"Yes and no—you see...I had dealings with his brother. They didn't go over too well, and now he's out of commission altogether." Jessie sighed and swiped a broad hand through his light brown tresses. He left out a few significant details about how his firm hired another PR firm to handle the fiasco after detailed were leaked to the public.
Again, Jessie seemed evasive—lying through omission rather than telling me the whole truth on how he swindled the young man and
cut him loose upon his injury. "So what? Can't you sign someone else?"
"My bosses want this one—if he turns me down... well, let's just say I have a lot riding on this." Jessie rubbed his neck as if trying to dissipate some of the tension gathering there.
I could tell things were serious, and his employers were probably considering tossing him out after the hit his reputation had taken. Still, I didn't know why Jessie just didn't up and leave his firm. It was evident he was starting to hate this job. The stress was getting to him, and I could see he was losing sleep over the guilt he felt towards some of the hopeful athletes he had signed on. Regardless of my speculating, Jessie was determined to keep his job and get this next client signed on. He told me very little about how he planned to do it—mentioning taking a business vacation just to get the job done. I hadn't a clue what he had in mind but would find out soon.
***
A few days after that conversation, Jessie told me he was going
away for a bit to 'set things up.' He still wouldn't tell me what he was doing precisely. That it was all going to be a 'surprise.' Boy was it—I didn't expect for him to send for me all the way from Aspen.
After a handful of days waiting for word, Jessie finally called and sent me plane tickets to come down to a ski resort he had reserved a cabin at. I was over the moon and thought maybe this was his way of making it up to me about all the secrecy and sneaking around.
At least, at first, that's what I assumed, but then he began treating me as he did before. He'd toss money at me and encourage me to visit the most popular bars and clubs around the mountain. Never one to turn down a party scene, I obliged him and made myself scarce, giving him the breathing room he needed to operate. Jessie could command a room when he wanted to. I knew he worked best when the shackles were off, and he was free to strut his stuff. Jessie was always one to carry himself with a confident, if not totally, prideful air. It was a trait I was sure he developed from having to throw his weight around. Often butting heads with other recruiters and executive big shots. Still, I could sense he was delicately holding his facade together.
This next client had him on pins and needles. I could tell as much as I watched my husband scurry to and fro. Making arrangements and ordering specialty foods and high-end clothing that was especially popular among urban youth. He was going to try to persuade, or better yet, 'seduce' this next prospective recruit as he had done with all the others.
Jessie intended to flash some expensive things in the recruit's face. Giving them a glimpse of what he could have. He'd promise them that much, and then get them to sign on the dotted line once their heads had been filled full of false hope.
It bothered me—I wished he wouldn't use such dirty tactics. He hadn't learned his lesson even though his conning had come to bite him in the ass once already. So I was curious to see how he thought this was going to play out. Was another would-be all-star basketballer about to be duped? Or was it my husband who was in for a surprise?
I spectated from the sidelines—listening in to Jessie's phone conversations while pretending to be surfing on my phone or chatting it up with some young woman I met at the bar a night before. I'd snoop and go through his files; checking out what props and 'bait' he was setting up for his target.
Covering my tracks, I always made sure to have an alibi. I was already known as a regular at a few of the clubs around the ski lodges. So it made my excuses even more believable if he ever came close to discovering my nosiness. I found Darnell's dossier on the desk in the study of the cabin we were renting. It detailed all of his stats—most of it was basketball jargon that I didn't quite grasp.
Though I was surprised to finally see a photo of this 'kid' Jessie was trying to sign. Freshly turned twenty, Darnell Jones was a tall,
well-built African American man with a strong jaw and a stern look. He stood at nearly seven feet tall and had a slender though highly toned physique. It was no wonder Jessie was looking to sign on such an agile-looking young man.
Still, it was a large order given the history between them. I wasn't sure Darnell would look past what had happened to his brother, Ajani, but my husband seemed hell-bent on throwing all he could at the young man just to get him to forget what had happened. As much as I wanted to advise against trying to pull the wool over Darnell's eyes this time. I couldn't get through to Jessie at all, who continued to try and quiet my protests by distracting me. Admittedly it was hard to ignore Jessie's 'bribes.'
I was kept in lavish isolation and given whatever my greedy little heart desired. Eventually, growing bored and tired of snooping and worrying over what my husband was up to. I began to throw myself more into partying and enjoying my time in Aspen before that other proverbial shoe dropped.
I knew this wasn't going to end well—but instead of maintaining my role as the bearer of bad news. I decided to step back and continue observing as life, itself, prepared to feed a bitter spoonful of karma into my husband's lying, conniving mouth.
The Star _____
Darnell Jones arrived on the peaks about a week later, and the whole mountain was abuzz with the young pro-athlete's arrival. Apparently, he had already turned a few heads during the last play-off his district had participated in. It was most likely the reason Jessie's firm had it out for him. Even some of the women I met there had heard of him.
When I told them that my husband was working on signing a deal with Mr. Jones, they couldn't wait to gush about him. The ladies swooned over how tall and handsome he was, and some of the girls even spread a rumor about him having a monstrous cock. That piqued my interest. Though I loved my husband, he wasn't blessed in that department. Jessie had a below-average penis—only four inches in length and thin as a pencil.
You could hardly call it a 'manhood.' Jessie was very insecure about it as well, so I never pressured him to have sex with me. Though he barely touched me as it was, with all of his obsessing over work. Therefore, upon hearing about Darnell's hugeness—I was highly intrigued and wanted to see him for myself in person.
Jessie had been very quiet about welcoming the young man to Aspen. He had greeted him and gave the recruit a warm welcome but did so in a way that it didn't leak to the public until after Darnell had somewhat settled in. Jessie took his time introducing even me. Being very hush hush about the whole thing, Jessie followed through with his plans discreetly. Spending more time away from me and entertaining Darnell. Lonely and endlessly intrigued, I finally asked him to invite the young man to dinner. Jessie was hesitant at first. I couldn't tell why. It wasn't like I would blow this deal for him, though I knew he was fearful of just that. I gave him the excuse that I was just simply bored and looking for new company to get to know. I also played to his manipulative nature, insisting that he would appear more personable to Mr. Jones by introducing his wife.
That suggestion appeared to reel Jessie in. He finally agreed and set up a fancy dinner at one of the more expensive restaurants on the mountain. The dress code was strict, but Jessie had a cleanly pressed suit sent over to Darnell to ensure he'd be dressed for the setting. Needless to say, I was looking forward to the meeting. He sounded impressive, and a part of me hoped he'd be bright enough to see through my husband's con.
When he finally arrived, I wasn't disappointed. Darnell strolled in dressed to the nines with the suit Jessie had sent him. He looked like he had been born in that suit and stepped into the restaurant
strutting as if he owned the place. I watched the young stud cross the room, led by a matre'd back to our private booth. Darnell was even more comely in person with tightly woven cornrows in his hair and a neatly trimmed goatee. His eyes were a pale green—which stood out strikingly against the tone of his russet skin.
"Evening, Mr. Smith—," He spoke smoothly, addressing my husband and shaking his hand as Jessie rose out of his seat to greet him.
"Ah, Darnell! Glad you could make it—this is my wife. Rachel—," Jessie gestured in my direction, and I rose to greet Darnell as his attention trailed over to me.
"—Such a beautiful wife. Lovely to meet you, ma'am." Darnell greeted me kindly.
I could tell by the slight twang in his voice that Darnell was southern. His manners pointed out as much too. He only took a seat after I had shaken his hand and lowered myself back into mine.
"Likewise, Mr. Jones—I've heard nothing but great things about you!" I chimed back.
All in all, Darnell seemed like a reasonable young man. However, as the conversation and drinks carried on, I could see Darnell's stern, more irritable side peek out when Jessie began to bring up his contract again.
"Now, Darnell—I think the offer that's been set forward is more than generous, you should—," Jessie tried to put the matter forward gently at first but paused the moment Darnell peered up at him from his plate. A scowl cutting deeply into the young man's expression.
"Excuse me? Generous?" Darnell spoke with indignance.
I assumed he was still angry over the raw deal Jessie had given his brother. I watched in quiet attention, understanding Darnell's ire and Jessie's urgency to get him signed on. My darker lush green eyes flickered between my handsome husband and his comely recruit.
Admittedly a bit of heat rose to my cheeks, watching the stalemate form between the two. Jessie was never one to admit his faults and would stubbornly cover them with false bravado and machismo. However, when confronted with a real threat—he cowed before Darnell's intense glare.
"W-well...um ahem." Jessie tried to double down, clearing his throat as if he were about to put his foot down. "I really think you should accept this offer; it's the best you're going to get at your age, Darnell—,"
Still playing the silent observer, I watched Jessie's demeanor shift uncomfortably as he tried to maintain an air of total calm.
"It's 'Mr. Jones'—pay me the proper respect, Mr. Smith." Darnell sat back, squaring his broad shoulders and politely wiping his
mouth. His rigid posture gave off an air of aggression that had Jessie almost shrinking in his seat. Evidently, they had had even tenser negotiations before this night, and I was only here as a buffer. "—and secondly, the offer you put forward is sh—..."
Darnell was about to cuss but glanced in my direction before correcting himself. "—it's garbage. I want a guarantee that I will receive over ninety percent of my contract's profit, plus a bonus for hospital bills that went unpaid of my brother's injury..." Darnell stated firmly.
"That's a lot to ask Dar—Mr. Jones. Especially in regards to your brother." Jessie sounded more deflated now. The authority waning in his voice in the face of this recruit's high demands and inflexibility.
"—Doesn't matter. I know what my skills are worth, and if your client doesn't want them, I'll go somewhere else." Darnell retorted curtly as he tugged the napkin from his lap and dropped it onto the table. "Seems like you ain't good enough to get me what I want—stop wasting my time..."
"Now, see here!" Jessie never took kindly to being called incompetent and lashed out, slamming his hand on the table and shooting out of his chair. He loomed angrily over Darnell, who remained seated calmly.
It caused some stir in the dining room, and many heads began to turn our way. I felt somewhat humiliated for Jessie's outburst, but
the smooth-talking young man handled himself with a cold air of dominance. Darnell rose from his seat, smirking slightly at Jessie. Who suddenly remembered how much Darnell dwarfed him as he stood at his full height, staring down at Jessie.
"I suggest you calm yourself, Mr. Smith. I don't take public embarrassment lightly. Don't think just because I was raised in the south—that I won't handle you like we back in the city..." Darnell spoke in a low menacing tone.
I could hear his knuckles popping as he clenched his fists—readying himself to square up with my husband in case he tried anything. Jessie, however, was thoroughly neutralized. He sank back down into his seat—his face half pale from realizing how close he had come to getting the beating of his life.
Though I didn't show it, I was highly amused—it was rare I got to see my haughty husband knocked down so many pegs. Sipping my glass of wine, I continued to act coy about the whole thing. Even averting my eyes as Jessie settled back into his chair. Darnell was utterly done with this evening and turned to politely say his farewell to me.
"It was a pleasure, Mrs. Smith. I apologize for the outburst—I won't disturb your evening further."
The way Darnell spoke was surprisingly educated for someone who had been put through public school among the urban squalor
he lived in. "Please! Call me Rachel—and the pleasure was all mine. Stay safe out there, sweetheart!"
I sent Darnell off with a cheery smile—much to my husband's chagrin. Despite Jessie's irritation with the young man, I found Darnell endlessly intriguing and was disappointed to see him go. I was sure my husband was going to lose out on this one. Darnell was too sharp to fall into the trap Jessie had set for him, and I could tell from the look on Jessie's face. He had come to the same conclusion.
***
I was scheduled to take a plane back home the following morning.
I was sure Jessie thought that by introducing his prospective client to me, he'd humanize himself. Thus helping to lubricate negotiations a bit. It only seemed to backfire for him, ending in embarrassment.
Now, I could tell Jessie was stressing over losing this opportunity and ashamed at being intimidated in front of me. I said nothing to him at first and just played my role as a supportive, loving wife.
I encouraged him, though I didn't overly dote or coddle him further. I knew that would only make him feel more belittled in the long run. Instead, I planned to make a graceful exit and leave Jessie there to try and salvage his negotiation with Mr. Darnell
Jones. As I was on my way out the door, heading for the airport. I gave Jessie some final words of encouragement.
"You can still convince him, honey—maybe, you can try and entice him with something he really wants but can't get anywhere else, you know?" It was an innocent suggestion, one I didn't think he'd take so far out of context. I'd only discover the lengths he'd go to close this deal and get this contract signed until much later.
Once at the airport, an announcement went out about a flash blizzard developing around the mountain. A massive snowstorm was picking up, and soon enough, the entire mountain was to be engulfed. The winds and icy gales were too much for any airplane to handle, and thus every flight had been grounded.
All guests were instructed the hunker down in their cabins or rooms until the storm blew over. Somewhat nervous over the violent change in weather, I headed back to the cabin to find my husband and Darnell there. Darnell was sitting on the couch looking perturbed, while my husband had an apologetic look on his face as he ushered me inside.
"Damn—I was hoping you had made it out of here safely..." Jessie dusted the snowflakes from my coat as I undid the buttons and sighed through my scarves.
"Not a chance—it's a nightmare out there...Hello again, Mr. Jones!" I shivered slightly but still managed to greet the young man sitting on the couch.
"Hello, Rachel—just Darnell is fine. I was planning on leaving today—but my flight was canceled too." Darnell sucked his teeth and sighed.
I sensed his annoyance and wondered if my husband had put his foot into his mouth again.
"What's wrong?" I asked sympathetically.
"Tch—I checked out of my hotel room, and now they ain't letting me check back in. They won't take any new reservations either, so now I gotta look for a place to stay..." Darnell grumbled as he reclined into the couch with a look of defeat.
"Oh! That's no problem! You can stay here—," I said without hesitation. I could hear the flabbergast in my husband's voice as he scrambled to speak up.
"H-honey??" Jessie called, trying to get my attention.
I held a finger up in Darnell's direction. "One moment..." Dragging Jessie to the study in the other room, I shut the door behind us and pinned Jessie with a sly look. "This is your chance—mother nature has given you an opening. Think about it! If he stays here, and you accommodate him and keep him happy—you might get another shot at pleading your case for him to sign with you, get it? Besides, I won't allow you to just toss that poor young man out into a snowstorm..." I whispered in hushed urgency at my husband, hoping he'd grasp the idea.
"I wouldn't do that! But... to have him stay here? With us? Are you sure about this?" Jessie began to protest.
"Where else are you going to put him? You heard what he said. The hotel is not taking any new reservations, and I'm sure all of the lodges are filled up. Plus, there's a spare bedroom we don't even use. It'll be fine, and it'll give you a chance to grow closer to him and find common ground..." I insisted.
Having already been intimidated by the basketball player once, Jessie didn't seem too keen on wanting to have another go at reasoning with someone who could easily pummel him and had shown a willingness to. Even so, Jessie didn't want to look like he had lost total control of the situation in front of me again, either. So he decided to go with the idea on a trial basis.
***
Darnell was grateful for the offer, at first declining over putting us out—but after some persistence, the young athlete finally relented and decided to take us up on the offer. The storm was getting worse by the hour, and soon enough, there really were no options left for him. We gave him the guest room.
My husband and I had instructed him to make himself comfortable. The blizzard was expected to last a week at the very least, so we'd be shut in for a long time together. Luckily the
cabin's pantry was prepacked with enough food stock to last a month. We'd be fine as long as we didn't go stir-crazy. That would be a feat in itself with no wifi and no signal strong enough to watch television.
Therefore, Darnell, Jessie, and I found different ways to keep ourselves busy during those long days and nights. I would keep to myself mostly—either reading a book or my tarot cards. While Jessie followed Darnell around like his shadow. Now I admit I had insisted he try to get to know Darnell better. That way, he could pick the kid's brain and get to know what the guy actually wanted. Unfortunately, Jessie had taken that suggestion a little too on the nose and was constantly hovering around Darnell. Like a fly on the wall, I sat back and watched my husband make an ass of himself as he awkwardly made conversation with Darnell. However, his tone was overly patronizing, and it was apparent he was going to attempt to bring up the deal again.
Two days in isolation, and Jessie was already driving Darnell up the wall. Finally fed up watching this clumsy back and forth between them, I granted the young athlete some reprieve. A little light sabotage on the master bedroom's toilet, and Jessie had his hands full for the next hour fixing the plumbing. Giving Darnell some breathing room.
Darnell trudged through the kitchen as I sat next to the counter with a spread of cards before me. Darnell was obviously bored and
tired of being cooped up but still greeted me politely, although half-heartedly. "Hey, Miss Rachel..."
"Hey, Darnell—what's up, hun? You look a bit down..." I asked him but kept my eyes trained on the illustrated cards spread across the smooth countertop in a Celtic cross.
"It's nothin', Miss Rachel..." Darnell tugged the fridge open and stared inside. I could tell he was just eating out of boredom rather than hunger.
"You keep eatin' like that, and you'll lose that trim waist, young man. Now, why don't you sit down and tell me what's up."
He did so if only to oblige my motherly tone. "I just want to get up outta here already..." Darnell admitted.
"Is it Jessie? He's a bit of a pest, huh..." I asked him, acting as if I hadn't made the suggestion that had resulted in Jessie's pestering. "He won't take no for an answer.. no offense, Miss Rachel—but your husband's a snake. That's all I'm gonna say cause I ain't the type to dog people out behind they back—but I have no intention of signing with him..." Darnell explained as plainly as he could.
"I get it—but I also think you two can come to some kind of agreement that works for you both." I patted his arm softly. "My husband may seem like a real hard-nosed type, and don't get me wrong, he can be stubborn—but if he can't get you the money you want, maybe he can provide you with something else you need. If
you give him some other ideas, I'm sure he'll do his best to make it happen for you."
I tried to put him at ease while also casting my husband in a better light. In my mind, I was sure they could come to an agreement if they approached this with some out-of-the-box thinking. Maybe they just needed to be inspired to think differently about it. "Here..." I gathered up the cards on the table and shuffled them into a neat deck, then slid them over to Darnell.
"What's this? I ain't into all that witchcraft and voodoo-type stuff..." Darnell looked down at the stack of cards skeptically.
"It's not witchcraft—think of it like cracking open a fortune cookie at a Chinese restaurant. The cards are just those little slips of paper with those cryptic messages on them. Except the cards are easier to understand." I smiled warmly at him.
Darnell tipped his head and still looked a little hesitant. "I'm not gonna get cursed, am I?"
"Haha! Not at all—it's just telling your fortune. It's harmless, I promise." I shrugged a bit and glanced back at him. "—humor me."
The young athlete did so—quietly cutting and then drawing a card from the deck. He handed it to me, and I turned it over for him; revealing 'The Star.'
"The star?" He glanced up at me quizzically.
"That's a good one!" I chimed and held the card out for him to see it closer. The drawing was very abstract—awash in a litany of colors that outlined the shape of a woman staring up at a dazzling multi-pointed star. "This card represents inspiration, renewed faith, and a hopeful outlook. You probably have a sense of feeling blessed—like everything in the universe will fall in your favor." "Really?" Darnell smiled, pleased with that reading.
"However, beware the reverse—," I pointed out and flipped the card upside down to demonstrate. "Reversed, this card points to missed opportunities and disappointment.." I winked as if hinting at what the card was trying to tell him.
"That so—," I watched as the young man stroked his chin appraisingly. It was like he was trying to see if I had tricked him somehow and influenced that card to show up on top. However, after being unable to discern how I had accomplished that. Darnell rose from his seat, chuckling softly.
"You've given me quite a bit to think about, Miss Rachel... let's see how this week plays out..." The young man strode out of the kitchen with his hands in his pockets and a more positive tone to his words.
The High Priestess _____
After our talk, things seemed to quiet down between Darnell and Jessie. Jessie appeared less overzealous in his pursuit of Darnell's attention, and Darnell looked pleased as punch. In fact, the young man adopted a new, more relaxed air. He became comfortable
enough with us both that in time he began referring to me as just 'Rachel.' While frequently referring to my husband as 'Little Man.' I didn't think much of it because, in truth, Jessie was a small man compared to Darnell's larger, leaner frame. They even seemed to pal around quite a bit. Though I noted Jessie's apparent reluctance to receive Darnell's familiar claps on the shoulder. I attributed it to Jessie's natural uprightness. He wasn't used to getting this close to his clients, and with time, I was sure he'd relax into the role of being Darnell's friend.
By the fourth day, I started to have a nagging feeling. Something was off between them. They'd frequently disappear off together and reappear again after some time. With Jessie looking pensive again. Meanwhile, Darnell maintained a sly smile on his face whenever Jessie entered the room. I wondered if they had reached some kind of agreement but never brought it up, assuming that the two men just needed time to hash the details out.
I tried to put the odd behavior out of my mind, but I began noticing that some of my clothing was missing. Specifically my underwear and nightgowns. Again, I was generous—I gave the benefit of the doubt, and suspected I had misplaced them.
Then out of nowhere, the missing garments would turn up again, but not where I had put them before. Other than their transposition, nothing seemed off about them. Every article of
clothing smelled freshly laundered and was clean—but why the sudden disappearance?
That nagging feeling finally set in to the point where I couldn't ignore it, and on instinct, I drew a card from my tarot deck. I wondered if the cards could give me insight into what was eluding me. To my surprise, the card that came up was 'The High Priestess.'
This tarot, in particular, warned of things being more than they appeared. I ultimately knew I had to listen to my gut feeling. Something was going on right under my nose—I had a mind to investigate, but I didn't want to let Darnell nor Jessie in on my suspicions.
So I acted as I usually did. I read my books, shuffled my cards, and drank a glass of wine in the evening before hitting the hay. Though this time, I only feigned going to sleep. Darnell and Jessie were known night owls by now, and I had suspected that they were using this to their advantage—but to do what? I had to find out.
Creeping out of my room carefully, I discovered the cabin eerily vacant. No one seemed to be around until I noticed light pouring out from under the door to the study. I could hear the muffled voices of Darnell and Jessie speaking back and forth. This was the most I had heard them converse before, and knowing that, I
wondered what they were discussing now. Was Jessie finally getting through to Darnell? Would he finally close the deal?
My curiosity always got the better of me, so I snooped closer and sat by the foot of the door. Peering in through the keyhole. From there, I could see Darnell and Jessie seated around the small coffee table at the center of the room. They were on opposite sides, exchanging a tense gaze.
"Isn't there something else I can do for you...this—this is just... It's too much..." I heard Jessie say.
Evident abashment was in his expression, but over what? I listened more closely.
"If you don't want to do this. That's fine—I'll walk..." Darnell folded his arms over his broad chest and sank back into the cushion of the sofa.
Darnell had no shirt on, showing off his healthy pecs. His long legs spread wide and draped in a pair of joggers that clung tightly to his healthy thighs. His large square feet were bare and dug into the shag rug.
"No—no! I can do it—it's just..." Jessie tried to backtrack before losing him again.
"You want to ask your wife, then? If not you, I'll take her instead..." Darnell unfolded his arms, resting them along the backrest of the couch. He looked as if he were entirely in control of this conversation, and he knew it.
Jessie knew it, too—his posture shrank under Darnell's intense gaze. I was endlessly curious about what request had been made. Especially after being mentioned.
"N-no...I don't want Rachel to find out about this..." Jessie muttered, his hands began wringing nervously.
"Then? You don't want me to walk—and you don't want Rachel to know...then what are you going to do about it, little man??" There was a twisted bit of amusement in Darnell's tone as he smirked.
I could see Darnell's large hand trail down from the back of the sofa and then tug the front of his sweat pants down—hauling out the length of his huge cock. I was awe-stricken. The rumors had been confirmed.
Even from this distance, I could tell Darnell was hung like a mule with a cock nearly more than a foot long and half as wide around. My mouth hung open in shock at the sight of his girthy one-eyed monster comfortably slung across his lap.
Darnell's lightly colored eyes lingered on Jessie expectantly. His generous umber lips cracked into a bright smug smile. "How much do you want this contract, Mr. Smith...? Or should I call you 'Jessica?' Yeah—a pretty boy like you looks like a 'Jessica'..." "Come on—do you really have to call me that...Sex is one thing...but this—is degrading..." Jessie whined.
My mind squealed to a halt. What was happening??? The clues started to fall into place. However, my brain refused to put the whole picture together.
"I don't fuck men—I fuck ladies...and you ain't goin' tell me you're any sort of man when you got that limp-ass needle between your legs." Darnell scoffed as he palmed the length of his dick and glared at Jessie.
Jessie stammered—most likely unsure what to say. "I—you... can't —,"
"Can't what? Talk to you like that? And what are you going to do about it?" Darnell leaned forward and rubbed his hands together as if making a final offer. "Look—I can go down the hall and offer this dee to your wife... I'm sure she's starved for a proper dickin'." "How dare—!" Jessie shouted and trembled angrily.
I could tell he was losing his cool but trying to calm himself. If a fight broke out, it was obvious Jessie would be at a disadvantage. I considered calling the police if things got out of hand, but we were still smack dab in the middle of a blizzard. A patrol wouldn't make it out here in time. Instead, I held my breath and kept watching them. I still couldn't believe what I was hearing.
In the end Jessie stayed put on the sofa, and Darnell smiled smugly once more. The expression on his face was darkly amused as he regarded Jessie. "You talk a big game, little man—but the fact remains...you a punk-ass little bitch. I ain't about to just up
and let you off the hook for how you fucked over my brother...—it's your turn...." Darnell leaned back on the couch again, revealing his half-erect cock. "Now—get to suckin'..."
Pure shock settled in. Was this the agreement they had come to?! There was no way my husband would agree to this. I found myself stunned again as Jessie wordlessly rose off the couch, and I finally got a glimpse of what he was wearing.
He had squeezed on one of my nightgowns. A blush-colored baby doll nightie. Beneath that, he was wearing the matching panties that came with the set. The silk of the garment clung to his ass and hips. Cupping at his groin. His small penis barely filled out the front of it. His modest scrotum lightly fluffing up the crotch of the satin panty. J
essie paused for a moment, hugging himself as if totally abashed over his appearance. Then after a moment of silent regret, he began taking small steps around the table toward Darnell.
"That's it, sweet thing—bring me that ass..." Darnell hummed and began palming the root of his cock—stroking it from base to tip as Jessie drew closer.
I could see my husband's eyes glued to the end of Darnell's hardening length. My heart pounded in my chest—was he really going through with this? I should have been angry, but more so, I was overcome with curiosity.
I had never seen anything like this before. Not even in my wildest dreams could I imagine such a scenario unfolding. Jessie dropped to his knees— and I drew up onto mine. Peering more intently through the keyhole. I wanted a better look but could only see so much from the tiny peephole.
From where I sat, I could see the back of my husband's head and Darnell's smiling face as the pale slenderer man settled down between his knees.
"That's it... don't be shy now..." Darnell hummed hungrily.
I tried to picture my husband's face and what he was doing, but I could only hear the wetness of his mouth as he parted his lips and began tentatively tasting the end of Darnell's huge cock.
"Don't that dick taste good?" Darnell growled in a husky tone and reached down to grab a handful of Jessie's light brown hair in his fist.
Enrapt by the sight, I watched on as the robust athlete guided my husband's head down onto his length with purpose. Jessie's lanky form twisted and contorted a bit. Fighting back a fit of retching as his head was compelled down the girthy hose of the dark youth's sex. Jessie's hand slid over Darnell's russet form. Glidng over his bare chest and hips. Clutching at the young athlete as if trying to pull his head away—however, Darnell was easily stronger and held Jessie in place as the more petite male squirmed.
"Mmm—Don't worry, let big daddy open that throat up..." I couldn't fight the wave of arousal that swept over me as I watched Darnell.
The robust young man got a better hold on Jessie's head. Holding it firmly as he bucked his hips up. The sweet smooth undulation of Darnell's muscular body left me in a daze of lust. He began at a slow, torturous ride—pushing the length of his cock in and pulling it out from between Jessie's lips. My husband grunted and groaned at first, but then those sounds melted around the heated rod of Darnell's thick member. Becoming moans and mewls that I had never heard my husband make before.
My body reacted of its own accord. I was bewildered and drawn in all at once. I wanted to see more and leaned closer to the keyhole to try and get a better look, or at the very least, hear things more clearly. However, I misjudged the sturdiness of the door's latch.
It gave way under my weight and swung open, dropping me forward right into the room. I hit the floor abruptly—my verdant gaze shot up from the ground over to the pair on the couch. All three of us stared at each other in shock—totally speechless. Until finally, Jessie began panicking.
"This is what it looks like! I swear!" He pleaded as if throwing himself on my mercy would absolve him. How could it not be what it looked like? I had been watching long enough to know what they were doing.
"Don't lie, Jessie—I saw the whole thing..." The spell cast over me seemed to dissipate, and I grew somewhat angry at my husband's actions.
"Well—cat's out of the bag now... why stop?" Darnell stroked his cock and winked in my direction as if trying to entice me over.
My words halted in my throat as I looked over at the statuesque stud sitting on the couch. His sweat pants drawn down and that girthy hose standing erect in his lap. My knees grew weak now that I got a better look. My eyes flickered between Jessie and Darnell. Jessie was on his knees, still pleading. His mouth was wet and sloppy from having his face fucked.
Admittedly my heart was still pounding in my chest, full of vitriol—but my loins had grown wet from watching them. I wanted to be angry, but more than that—I wanted to be included. Seeing both an opportunity to indulge myself and punish my husband—a dirty idea came to mind.
"You're right, Darnell—cat's out of the bag, so why stop now...?" I mused and strode over to Darnell. I was wearing something similar to Jessie. A simple baby-doll nightgown and matching panties in a light teal shade. "I think you deserve a bit of punishment for how sneaky you've been, Jess...So you're gonna sit there and watch me ride this huge cock..."
I blushed at the words that had come from my own mouth, and before I knew it, I was climbing into Darnell's lap. The horny
young man hummed and growled as his hands came to grope at me. Touching my body and exploring all the feminine curves.
My eyes stayed trained on Jessie. Who sat watching from the floor as Darnell fondled my breasts and squeezed my hips appraisingly. Jessie looked about as helpless as a puppy dog. His big blues eyes taking in the sight of me spread apart in Darnell's lap. I licked my lips at my husband's defeated expression.
Teasing the trench of my mound with the slickened end of Darnell's girth. I pulled my panties aside, and pushed the healthy rod in. I was already soaked which allowed his cock to easily slip inside. A soft yelp escaped at the sudden feeling of being so full. Sinking down slowly, I relished in the sensation of my channel reshaping around Darnell's pulsing heated rod.
"Mmmh! Wow..." I sighed, bobbing up and down on Darnell's length.
His large hands held my hips steady—guiding me down his length and then pushing me back up as I reared back. The feeling was incredible. My eyes rolled in my head each time I sank down flush into the athlete's lap. I nearly forgot my husband was even sitting there. I rode until my breath grew heavy, then locked eyes with my deceitful spouse—mewling. "So this is what a REAL cock feels like...Mmh! Your tiny prick doesn't even compare..."
My hips rolled on instinct as I threw myself back harder on Darnell. All the while, my eyes remained fixed to Jessie's face. He
was blushing from head to toe. I thought he'd be mad, but instead, he appeared to be trapped inside his own growing lust.
His blue eyes trailed over our interlocked bodies—jealously gazing at the entrance of my filled slit. Watching closely as Darnell thrust into me at a languid pace that had my head spinning with delight.
Jessie couldn't contain himself at the sight—his hands went to his loins. Petting and stroking the thin, meager length of his hardening prick. He looked so desperate for release.
"Damn, little man—...your wife is a goddamn dime piece..." Darnell moaned, taking hold of my thighs and hoisting me up higher to get a better angle. One of his hands released me, only to pet at the coarse hair of my mound. "—A true redhead to boot. Aren't you lucky..."
I felt Darnell's lips and teeth graze my shoulder as he nibbled and then kissed the pale skin there. His long, agile fingers worked themselves into the puffy lips of my vulva. Pushing them aside and petting me there at my center. Pinching and pulling the nub of my clitoris until it was thoroughly flushed.
Enticed by the sight, I spotted Jessie licking his lips and crawling closer from the corner of my eye. Jessie was utterly lost in the heat of the moment. The shame in his expression had fled. Replaced with one of pure arousal and obedience.
Jessie leaned in and I felt my husband's lips against my sex. The sudden sensation sent a jolt through my system—causing my head to whip back as both Darnell and Jessie indulged in my body.
I squeezed my eyes closed with my head hung back and mouth agape. Moaning into the open air as I was plunged into and lapped at. Jessie's hot breath wafted against the burning flesh of my thighs and mound. I could feel him dragging his tongue from the apex of my clitoris down over my occupied hole and further down till his mouth was over Darnell's pumping organ.
"Mmmh! That's a good girl—you like the taste of your wife's pussy off my dick. Don't you 'Jessica'?" Darnell growled as his pace grew faster and more demanding.
I jiggled in his lap. Clutching onto his bulging muscles and holding on to dear life as his pace grew in to passionate rutting. My mind was a complete fog—awash in pure erotic euphoria at the tantalizing friction offered by my husband's slick tongue and Darnell's rock-hard cock.
The coil at my core tightened more and more with each thrust and lick. Soon enough, I felt that overwhelming geyser welling up within. I was so close to cumming—my eyes had begun to go cross at the nearness of my arrival.
My undoing came at the sight of my husband as I cracked my eyes open and peered down at him in aroused fascination. His beautiful face was drenched from cheek to cheek—chin dripping
with a mix of saliva and sexual nectar. Jessie's tongue danced and flicked between the folds of my trench. Then down and over the exposed portion of Darnell's bulging length. Sucking, kissing and licking at Darnell's generous rod.
Trembling and drowning in pleasure, I finally couldn't hold back any longer. A sudden rush hit me hard. The whole of my being tensed and pulsed as I came harder than I ever had.
"Ooooooh!" My own voice echoed in my ears at the sudden release.
All the strength waned from my body as I slumped back on Darnell. He sighed into my ear, pleased with himself, and helped me shuffle off of him back onto the couch. Jessie lingered on the floor in a daze—his hands shyly cupping his own arousal. Darnell was still hard and raring to go, however. His sizable palm wrapped about the slickened length of his cock and stroked it impatiently.
"Ready, Jessica—hop on up here, princess..." Darnell patted his lap and stared hard at Jessie.
Sputtering, Jessie looked between Darnell and me with a dumbfounded look on his place. "but you just...you just f-fucked my w-wife!"
"That I did...but only cause she wanted it. You and I had a deal...and I'm still hard." Darnell uttered sternly as he reclined
into the couch comfortably. He gave the impression that he had all night to wait and wouldn't let Jessie go that easily.
"R-Rachel??" Jessie looked in my direction as if pleading for me to speak on his behalf.
"Ah-ah-ah... I may have been the one to suggest that you do your best to keep him happy— but this was your idea... and a deal is a deal..." My hand found its way on to the broad plateau of Darnell's thigh—petting it encouragingly. Twisted fascination had taken hold of me, and I wanted to see how far Jessie would go if coaxed. Would he put up a fight? Would he get angry and storm out? Or— Jessie bowed his head, wincing in shame as he rose off the ground.
"Hahaha—that's the spirit." Darnell chuckled as he took up Jessie's ankle and yanked it out from underneath him.
Taken by surprise, Jessie toppled onto his back and was dragged forward. Darnell easily hoisted the slenderer male's lower half up. Perching Jessie's lower back between his knees while folding the brunette's legs back.
Upside down and doubled over—the entirety of Jessie's undercarriage lay exposed in a deep crevice that ran from the base of his scrotum to his anus.
"Let's give Miss Rachel a good show—," Darnell hooked his long fingers into the straps of the pink panties Jessie had been wearing
and peeled them away. As skinny as Jessie was, his anus was instantly exposed in this position.
I marveled at the tight pink pucker of my husband's back entrance. "Oooh—yeah...this is a nice angle." I cooed, tentatively pressing my finger into the tight seal of Jessie's hole.
His whole body shuddered, and a slight whimper escaped him. "You're so cute—Jess..." I purred at my apprehensive husband.
He said nothing and continued to chew on his lips. Eyes averted in abashment as he clutched his knees to his chest. Darnell began rubbing himself against the puckered opening of Jessie's anus, and I grew aroused watching—wanting to see more.
Impatiently, my hand cupped, tugged, and pulled at Jessie's erect pecker. Stroking him into a state of overstimulated relaxation. Darnell used this to his advantage—equalizing the pressure of his veiny erection against the tightness of Jessie's rosebud. Then slowly but surely, he worked the bulbous end of it into Jessie's cavity.
"Ooough! Fffuuuu—," Jessie cringed and tensed as he was penetrated for the first time.
My massaging of his sex became more intense as I continued stroking the short length of Jessie's tiny prick. All the while, Darnell pushed himself in further—grunting at the fantastic tightness of Jessie's unused anus.
"Remember to breathe—'Jessica'..." I mewled at Jessie with sinful mischievousness in my tone. I watched the tense expression on his face melt. Now, there was an unmistakable mix of pleasure and pain in his eyes as he looked at me.
Eyes remained trained to me as Jessie did his best to steady his breathing—allowing an unintentional moan to escape as Darnell submerged himself up to the hilt. My own body trembled and stirred at the sight of Darnell's massive cock fully embedded up to the base in my petite husband's hole. Jessie moaned again as Darnell slowly dragged himself out and pushed back in—prodding something deeply pleasing within him.
Totally amused and enrapt by my spouse's expression, I continued rewarding him with affectionate masturbation. A warm feeling set in as I observed Jessie's shy attempts at covering the pleasured look on his face with his hands. Still, my eyes caught the blush forming at the edges of his cheeks.
All the while, Darnell continued to indulge himself. The agile athlete's stamina was impressive as he picked up speed, soon enough battering Jessie's entrance and ruining the tight seal with impassioned abuse. Jessie's body tensed at the powerful rocking—whimpering, and yelping with each firm buck of Darnell's hips.
Even with the apparent discomfort, Jessie's sex was as hard as it could be. Back arching, Jessie grit his teeth allowing Darnell to rut
into him at a dangerous pace. I couldn't contain my sultry smile as I pet down Darnell's sweaty sculpted torso—feeling for myself the power and firmness behind each thrust. He was close now; I could sense it. The rippled abs of his torso tensed and relaxed in a quickening rhythm until finally.
"Agh! Mmmmmhh!!" Darnell bit his lip and reared back. Thrusting into Jessie one last time—sinking the full girth of his cock in.
Sighing in voyeuristic delight, my eyes drank in the sight. That thick veiny umber log twitching and throbbing as it pumped gouts of semen into Jessie's abused hole.
"Ah! Ah! Ooooh—," Jessie yelped and mewled.
The sensation of having a large cock pumping semen into him was too much. His tiny wiener shuddered in my hand. Then shot out a web of cum. The white substance flew between my fingers and landed on his own face.
I hummed and giggled—stroking Jessie faster and coaxing out several more strands of semen that shot out over his nose and lips. Droplets of Jessie's own cum dangled from the end of his nose and along his cheeks. I smiled at my husband as he stared up at me with those lovely blue eyes—totally humiliated and exhausted.
"Ain't that a pretty sight..." Darnell crooned as he stood, tugging the length of his now flaccid hose from Jessie's depths.
Jessie remained half perched on the couch. His lower back was propped up by the seat. His anus had been thoroughly gaped by Darnell. Curiously, I peered down, inspecting the bright pink lining of Jessie's battered rim. Oddly enough, I enjoyed the sight of it—relishing in the slimy trails of cum slowly leaking from his undone orifice.
Playfully my fingers prodded at the rosy crater—chuckling heatedly as Jessie let out a pained hiss. "The things you'll do for a good job..."
"No shit—," Darnell chuckled back, sliding his cock back into his pants. He winked down at Jessie, who remained in shell shock while on his back. "Tell you what—'Jessica'...you keep me sated, and you can take whatever cut you like from what I bring in for your client—but..." Darnell held up a finger as if pointing to the only detail he wouldn't budge on. "My brother gets his hospital and therapy bills taken care of... We'll discuss the details of my contract later—I need a shower."
The young athlete made his way out of the room towards the bathroom, leaving Jessie and I alone. Unable to contain myself, I smiled at Jess as broadly as a Cheshire cat and clapped softly. "Yay! You sealed the deal!" As if that mattered right now.
Jessie just stared at me blankly. I could only assume what he was thinking about. Perhaps, weighing his options right now.
Had this all been worth it? Would it still be worth it in the future? Only time and Darnell's skill on the basketball court would prove so. In the meantime—I had plenty of lingerie I could lend him, and we were only halfway through a week snowed in.
Comments
Mikell Lee
Not bad. A sequel might be interesting too.
Sissy Vicky Pussy Mouth
I liked this, good mix of humiliation, lingerie, and sex
