“Oh, I should think that’s obvious. I let you fuck me, and give you a world of pleasure, and you keep paying for everything I want after the old coot is out of the picture.” She bounced her ass some more. “You know you want it.”
“Why not just keep Robert around for as long as possible?” I asked, sliding away from her ass as she brought it closer to me.
“Oh pfft! The man is twenty years older than me! You think I married him for anything but his money? Gah! I even had to get on permanent birth control and forge documents stating I had my tubes tied to keep him from forcing me to bear him more brats! You think a man like him deserves a woman-like this?” She posed, her breast pressed forward.
“No, but a virile young stud like you… I could bear you children. I’d just have to get the birth control removed from my arm. That’s all that it would take. And you could publicly marry my stupid tart of a daughter. Lucky me, I had her to bring in a man like you.”
I had what I needed.
“I… I need to think about it.” I told her, scrambling from the tub and grabbing the bag as I walked toward the exit.
“Don’t let your big head get in the way of your little one.” She taunted, and I could see in the reflection that she was sitting with her ass in the tub, her legs spread as she massaged her pussy and one of her breasts. I wondered if she had any sensitivity left with massive implants in her breasts, but didn’t stay and didn’t really want to find out. I practically ran through the house to my room, closing and locking the door, Brooke’s laughter following me the whole way.
I felt violated. I had done what needed done, but the image of her monstrous fake tits and aberration of an ass would forever be burned into the tissue of my mind. I reminded myself that Courtney would never look like that. Her mother was sick, and in multiple ways.
I was sitting by my window, dressed in the pajamas that Courtney had insisted I pack, when I heard the door open.
Robert stepped in.
“I reviewed the footage and the audio…. She was even more brazen then I thought. You looked a little traumatized. Are you okay?”
“How did she get to be that way?” I asked, horrified.
“Well, she grew up poor.” Robert explained sinking into an open chair. “She became obsessed with money, and looking back, she knew her only way to get it was through sex with a rich… sucker… who she could con into marrying her.”
“But I can tell she was once beautiful like Courtney… Why would she change that? She thought she was sexy, but I wanted to throw up. I’m sorry, I know she’s your wife, but how’d you let her do that to herself?” I asked.
“Well, at first it was little things, then before I knew it, I wasn’t attracted to her anymore, and it didn’t matter anymore.” He confessed. “And if I tried to tell her no, it was a month of misery. I’m devout catholic, hence the need for all of that, so I couldn’t just divorce her. So I… I gave up. I was faithful to my vows, though I knew she was doing all she could to not be.”
He leaned back, “I didn’t know that the doctor’s report about her tubes being tied was fraud. I should have suspected she just didn’t want to bear MY children anymore…. That part surprised me. And how quickly she thought she could snare you… she walked in that room 100% certain she had you… her desperation there at the end, throwing everything she had at you…. It’s just sad.”
“‘I’m really glad I am not into giant tits and fake asses. Would have made running from that harder, but does she really think your average guy wants what she’s done to herself?” I asked.
“Oh, you’ll learn a few things about high society. When people get rich enough, they no longer feel obligated to keep their sexual deviance to themselves. There are dozens of rich men who have offered me money to sleep with her. She’ll probably go running straight to one of them to try to get a new financial backer when she gets tossed out.” Robert lamented, putting his head in his hands.
I didn’t know what to say, so I just sat there.
“You’ve done me a great service. Now I get to go tell that trollop the news. She can’t blackmail me about Courtney’s cheating, because you took care of that. Nor can she toy with me anymore. I have the video queued up so I can play it on the TV in my room. It is just cause for divorce in court and there should be plenty to get our marriage annulled by the archbishop…” He sighed, “I should feel freed, but I am mostly just sad about what could have been.”
And with that he left.
A few minutes later, Courtney came into my room.
“Was that daddy I heard?” She whispered, closing the door behind her. She wore a matching pair of PJs to mine.
“Yeah, how’s your head?” I asked her, taking her in my arms.
“Mostly better, I don’t know why sometimes I get these pounding headaches, they usually last for about an hour and then go away. I thought I’d gotten over them, but the second day home and I got another, I wonder if it is something I am allergic to here.” Courtney muttered.
“Your mom slipped a caffeine pill into your dinner, probably powdered.” I told her.
She looked at me confused.
“Wha-?” Courtney started to ask
“Your father needed my help to get definitive proof your mother married him on fraudulent pretenses, so he can get their marriage annulled religiously, and the evidence can be used in court to divorce her legally. I couldn’t tell you because your mother can read you like a book. So, the staff knew your mother bought caffeine pills, which your caffeine sensitivity would react to, giving you a headache.” I explained.
Courtney was usually quicker than this, but the headache was clearly still wearing off.
“Then your mother pulled some strings and got your dad called away for ‘urgent business’, and she gave the staff the night off.” I continued.
Courtney started putting pieces into place, she covered her mouth. “She didn’t…!”
“She did. She tried to seduce me, down at the pool. Offered to give me experiences her ‘poor stupid innocent daughter’ never could.” I informed her.
“Fuck that bitch, shows what she knows… you didn’t though, right?” Courtney asked cautiously.
“Pft, of course not. Honestly, it’s grotesque, the way she’s surgically deformed her body.” I shook my head, “But I did get your father video and audio recordings of her offering it and explicitly stating that she just married him for his money. She even offered to bear me children.” I told her.
“I thought…” Courtney started.
“So did your dad. Apparently she forged the papers to say that she got her tubes tied, and instead just got implanted birth control. Or so she told me.” I replied.
“My head hurts too much already. I just can’t sleep alone like this, can I just sleep in your room?” She begged.
“I don’t think your dad will mind.” I stated.
We curled up on the bed and drifted off to sleep.