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We’d been fighting for weeks and both knew the break up was coming. It had all started over something small but just kept growing until there was no way to stop it. Both of us were furious and it all came to a boil that night.
“Fuck you!” screamed Laura. “I am done dealing with this crap, get out of my house!” Laura was blonde, about 140 pounds, and shaking with rage as she yelled at me. She was about 5’ 6” but with her heels seemed taller and had great legs, a nice tight but and smaller but perky breasts. Her short skirt clung to her legs and her shirt was practically painted on, showing just the right amount of cleavage.
“Screw you bitch, I’m done dealing with all your drama. Since you have to look like you’re going to fuck every guy you see I wouldn’t want to get in your way!” I roared back. Laura and I had been going out for about a year; she was great to party with, adventurous and amazing in bed but couldn’t seem to get it together. She had got close to cheating once and stopped herself and confessed to me. I’d been furious but forgiven her, but it seemed like she kept pushing her limits and I was done. “Enjoy fucking everything in sight you stupid whore.”
“Get out!! You didn’t seem to have any problem when I was fucking you. Now there’s the door, use it” She yelled back.
“I’m leaving slut, don’t worry about seeing me again. Well, unless I send a few of those tapes we made to your work,” I snapped back, slamming the door while horror filled her eyes. About six months into our relationship I had talked her into making a few sex tapes. It hadn’t been all that hard, she enjoyed trying new things and it was a first for her. We had made ten tapes together, and there were two more I had made without letting her know. And the best part was I had all of them.
I made it into my car and was heading home before she called. “Please Ben; don’t do anything with those tapes. Please,” her begging sounded so sweet on the phone. I almost let her go on but was pissed enough to simply shut the phone. I didn’t plan on actually doing anything with the tapes but letting her stew for awhile sounded awfully fun. She called a few more times on my way back but I ignored her calls and simply let them go to voice mail. The tapes didn’t show anything crazy or anything, just straight sex in some different positions. One was her on top, one doggy style, and a few others, my personal favorite was the one of her giving me a blow job on her knees while I filled amateur porn style above her. She looked especially good when I came on her face at the end. What the camera didn’t show was how pissed she got afterwards and the fight we had. But, if I sent the video she knew it would end with a porn star ending of her smiling and cum running down her face.
As I pulled into my drive way I looked at my house. It wasn’t nearly as nice as Laura’s; I had actually helped her with her down payment. The plan was that eventually I would move in with her. But now I knew that wasn’t going to happen. I walked in and dropped onto my couch, content to simply zone out in front of the TV. It was Saturday and I didn’t have anything big planned for the next day.
The vibrating of a phone tore me out of my slumber, sitting up slowly from my couch I looked around in a daze as my eyes tried to blink away sleep. It took me a few moments to find my phone shaking like a leaf on my table in the middle of the room. I leaned forward and grabbed it as it quit shaking and looked at my missed call. I had six; five were from Laura and one from my buddy Jacob who had most likely been looking to party the night before. The call that had woke me up was from Laura, along with a few voice mail messages apparently. Realizing I still didn’t feel the need to talk to her I decided to ignore the phone and grab some food. The rest of the day passed in a daze as I realized we were finally over.
Monday morning was miserable as I woke for work. I was an associate lawyer at a local law firm and had to be there bright and early every morning. Changing quickly I grabbed my wallet, brief case, and phone I headed to my car and pulled out onto the road for my drive to work. I automatically picked up my phone and started listening to any messages that might have been left.
“Ben, please” Laura’s voice pleaded out of the phone. “Please don’t do anything with those tapes. I’ll do anything, I’m so sorry but please don’t send those tapes anywhere.
“Delete” I said quietly to myself, two more messages followed quickly with Laura pleading in both for me not to do anything with those tapes. The last was different.
“Ben, fuck you. Go ahead and show those tapes, I don’t give a damn” Laura shouted from my voice mail, blatantly drunk with alcohol slurring her words. It was all I could do not to laugh as I thought about her drunk in some club yelling at her phone about sex tapes for the world to hear.
It was a perfect start to the day. Work blew by as I concentrated on a case I was about to close up. I’d been working on it for about a year and I was almost done, once I settled this case I would finally have some money to just blow. As the end of the day neared my phone started singing and I quickly snagged it. “Hello” I said as I opened the phone.
“Hey Benji,” Jake greeted with his usual flippant tone. He was one of my good friends and was probably checking to see how it went with Laura. “How are you today?”
“I’m not too bad, how bout you Jake?” I replied.
“Just working off my hangover, I thought drinking last night would be a good idea but that prolly wasn’t my brightest idea ever. But what happened with Laura and you by the way?” Jake asked quietly.
“We broke up,” I answered. “A lot of screaming didn’t really end well. I’m fine though, just a little bummed I’ll have to work harder to get laid.”
“Oh, that’s good, I saw Laura at a club last night and I’m pretty sure I saw her leave with a guy so I guess it’s good you broke up.” Jake said quickly, obviously hoping I wouldn’t care if he said it quickly enough.
“What?” Anger ripped through me, replacing the bull bore that usually settled over me at work.
“Look, I’m sure it was nothing,” Jake snapped, trying to calm me down. “I was probably wrong.”
“This is bullshit, I’ll talk to you later Jake. I’m not pissed at you though, just that stupid girl.” I snarled through the phone. Her last message was repeating in my head, her calling me from the club where she picked up another guy and brought him back to her house to fuck the night after we broke up.
I finished up what was left of my work and walked outside furious, trying to think of a way to get back at her. All I could think of was her calling me from the club hitting on guys, just waiting to bring one back home. Then it hit me, the other messages.
Slamming my car door shut I peeled out of the parking lot and drove straight to Laura’s house. It was five and she would be back from school already, she was a teacher at a local public school and it was almost summer, grading papers. As I neared her house I could see her drive way was open with no other cars there so I knew she would be home alone. Pulling up in front of her house I jumped out of my car and march straight to her front door. I grabbed her handle when I reached the porch and threw the oak door open, walking straight into the house. She practically screamed when I stormed into her kitchen, her table covered with papers.
“I heard you had a good fuck last night. A guy you met for about ten minutes in your favorite club 1014.” I yelled at her. “We break up for one night and you’re fucking everyone in sight already?”
Tears were practically streaming down her face as she faced me. She had never seen me this angry before and had no idea what to do. “I’m sorry; I just didn’t know what to do.” She mumbled. “With everything that had happened I just messed up, I’m sorry…”
“You think I care, I knew you were a slut!” I shot at her, causing even more tears. All Laura could do was stand there and cry, staring at me.
“Please” she said, “I’ll do anything, just don’t do anything with those tapes. Please!” She begged, pleading as she cried and stared at me.
“What makes you think I want anything from you” I snapped at her. Looking her up and down I sneered as I leered blatantly at her.
“I…” Laura muttered, obviously at a loss for words. All she could was look down at the floor.
“I’ve got an idea, since you seem to enjoy being such a slut, strip.” I ordered, coldly staring at her.
“What?” her head snapped up as shock filled her tear covered face. “What did you say?”
“I’ll say it slower, STRIP” I repeated slowly.
“I...” she stammered.
“Look, either you strip, or I start looking up people to send your sex tape too” I calmly told her.
“No!! I’ll do it.” She managed to stutter. Standing in her kitchen I calmly stood in front of her and waited for her to strip. Shyly she raised her arms and began to raise the bottom of her shirt. I’d seen her naked countless times but it was different. Her body quivered she as pulled her shirt above her head, revealing her slightly pale, smooth stomach and her dark blue bra. She carefully placed her shirt and the table and looked back at me. When I made no move she began to move her hands to her pants. “Please…” Again, I did nothing but stare and she resumed her stripping. Carefully she pushed her pants down, revealing her long legs; contrasting with the black underwear she wore. Realizing I wasn’t going to relent, she raised her arms and unfastened her bra and let it drop, covering herself with her arm. Normally when Laura stripped she was completely comfortable, knowing she was control and as her clothes fell she was almost beginning to regain a semblance of her old self. She was able to meet me my eyes and she began to bend over to remove her panties. When they dropped to the floor she dropped her arms to her sides and stared right at me, “Now what?” she asked, bold now that she thought she could get control.
I gazed at her as she stood there naked. Her smooth legs, pale around her crotch and stomach. She was completely smooth, her nipples standing erect in the air conditioned house. Her eyes were no longer filled with fear but confidence now. She had used her body to get what she wanted before and she was obviously prepared to do it again. Only, I knew her, I knew what she was comfortable with and what she wasn’t.
“Get over here” I stated, calmly meeting her eyes. Before in bed we’d always followed her lead, what she was comfortable with, what she wanted. Tonight was going to be different. She sashayed over, swinging her hips with her arms by her side. With a sneer I stepped forward and grabbed her long blonde hair and pulled it tight, forcing her closer to me. “Tonight I’m going to do exactly what I want to you, for however how long I want and whenever I want. Understand” I said, starring deep into her eyes.
“Yes” she replied quickly, the confidence that had been filling her eyes displaced by worry and confusion. My grip on her hair was obviously hurting her but I didn’t loosen up. Using her hair like a leash I marched her through the house towards her bedroom. Walking her into her own bedroom by her hair, I threw her towards the bed. She fell to her knees before the mattress and could only turn and look at me from the floor. Finally I saw the realization in her eyes things had changed.
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