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Warning:  The following story contains graphic descriptions of sex, nudity,
and some violence.  It is
designed for ADULTS ONLY!  If such descriptions offend you, or if you are
not 18 or older, stop
reading this now!

The characters in the story are fictitious, as is the story itself.  No real
humans were harmed in the
making of this story.  Those who cannot separate between fiction and reality
should not read any
further.
****************************

Users and Losers
- by David 2

Bradley K. Smith is his name.

Since he was a child, Brad has enjoyed the pleasure at being first in
everything.  His parents, although
not enormously wealthy, had more than enough money to make sure he had the
best in everything.
And they had enough pull in the community to make sure he was the star of
everything he got into.
Star athlete, student body president, honor roll.. no matter the category,
he always got to be first in
everything.

I hate him.

At first, I never really knew why he chose me to be his friend.  When we
were in high school, he
made sure to include me in all of his social circles, even though I could
feel the disgust from the other
members of those groups.  I don’t know what he would tell them, but I always
thought he stuck up
for me.  It was when I came back to the ten-year reunion that I learned the
real reason.

You see, I found out that the only reason why Brad kept me around was to
make him look good.  I
wasn’t as good-looking.  My parents weren’t rich or influential.  I had to
struggle for my grades.  The
only thing I was perfect in was being the perfect measuring stick for him.

Brad once told me that the world is full of users and losers, and that the
only thing that mattered was
not being the one who was screwed.  I didn’t understand it at the time, but
eventually I found out
who was the user and who was the loser.

And when it looked like I would luck out in something, Brad wasn’t above
cheating to make me look
worse than him.  In college, I managed to get a date with a sorority girl at
the same time that Brad got
dumped from his high school sweetheart.  I got stood up, but the next day
word got around that I
was the one who stood her up.  Brad, however, was certainly there to
"comfort" her, and by the
following week, they were an item.

The final straw for me, however, came during midterms for business ethics
class during our junior
year.  Brad was the party animal.  There wasn’t a weekend that he wasn’t
blitzed out of his gourd.
In fact, he partied so hard that year that he completely forgot to prepare
for the midterms.  I aced my
exams, while Brad failed his.  But then came word that someone had "cheated"
on their exams, and
because I did so well on my exams, I was implicated.  The exam for that
course had to be redone,
giving Brad more time to cram for the re-test and pass it.  I, meanwhile,
was just a hairs breadth
away from being expelled for something I didn’t do.  I found out later on
who was responsible for the
phony cheating allegations.  That’s when I knew just how ruthless Brad could
be.

We didn’t see each other after college for a few years, mostly because by
then I was wising up to his
motives.  But as fortune would have it, we ended up working together for the
same consultation firm.

Brad, by this time, was their star consultant.  He brought in big bucks and
the best clients.  Of course
most of his clients were friends and associates of his parents, but that
fact was irrelevant to his
bosses.  They were clients, and that was all that mattered.  I, on the other
hand, had to struggle to get
my clients.  It was an endless battle to prove myself, earning every client
I brought in to the
company.  Fortunately, Brad and I were working at opposite sides of the
building, so we really didn’t
get too involved with each other’s business.  My workload was certainly
heavy enough to make sure
my contact with him was limited.

One day I attended the firm’s Fourth of July picnic.  That was when I met
Brad’s wife, Julie.  Julie
was a beauty, but like anything Brad did, I expected no less!  I knew from
the start that Julie was a
trophy wife to him, to go along with the expensive house and equally
expensive cars.  Julie was just
there to make him look good, a fact that I understood all to well when it
concerned him.  I wanted to
speak with her, but she never left Brad’s side except when it was time for
us to discuss business with
the bosses.

Following that picnic, we were told that the company was going to be
experiencing some hard times.
Essentially, it meant we all had to be at our peak, or else we’d be laid
off.

I figured I was set.  I was just this close to signing a very profitable
client to the firm, and Mrs. Emma
Scully, the owner, was coming that week to meet with me in order to sign the
letter of intent.  She’s
so conservative she actually calls Rush Limbaugh a flaming liberal.  And her
money was even older
than she was!  So old, in fact, that Brad’s parents couldn’t even get
noticed by her kind.  If I could
nail this contract down, it would finally put me one peg up on Mister
Bradley K. Smith.

Then I came back from lunch.  There was a deathly chill that crept across my
spine as I arrived at my
floor.  My secretary met me as I got off the elevator.

"I’m.. sorry," Kim told me in a hushed voice.  "It happened while I was out
to lunch.  I would have
put a stop to it if I knew…"

But I wasn’t paying attention to her.  I saw the gathering at my office
door.  The minute I arrived at
the edge of the group, the path opened up for me to walk in.

Mister Morrison, the chairman of the firm, was there, along with Mrs.
Scully.  Both had grave
expressions on their faces.  In front of them was a half-naked woman,
clutching a business jacket in
front of her to cover her up.

"Good of you to finally join us," Morrison said.  "Perhaps you can explain
why you weren’t here
when Mrs. Scully arrived, and why this.. woman.. was here in your place,
half-naked."

I couldn’t explain it.  And they knew it.

Needless to say, I was out of a job.  The news wouldn’t be official for
another two weeks, but the
writing was on the wall that afternoon.  The deal went south.  A complaint
was filed for sexual
harassment against me for hiring a strip-o-gram service.  While I denied
hiring the stripper, Morrison
had been given the invoice from the agency that had my name on it as
requestor and recipient.  I was
given a choice - resign quietly with a meager severance package, or stay and
be fired for sexual
harassment.  I was informed that I wouldn’t win if I decided to fight this
in court.  All the evidence
was against me.  I, of course, chose the severance package.

It was hard to pack up my belongings.  It was like I was a leper.  Nobody
wanted to say two words
to me.  Kim was kept busy shuffling my clients to other offices, so she
couldn’t help me.  I had spent
five years with the firm, busting my butt, sacrificing long hours and
weekends to build up what was
suddenly taken away from me!

Just then Brad showed up at the doorway.

"Tough luck, huh?" he said.  It was hard to tell whether or not he was
cheerful about it.  "I’m sorry it
had to happen to you."

"Yeah," I said as I closed up one box and opened up another box to fill.
"You wouldn’t happen to
know who did it, would you?"

"Me?" he said with a hurt look on his face.  "No.  Why should I?  I mean,
for someone to do THAT
to the firm.. it’s.. it’s just plain despicable!"

Well, I knew he wouldn’t admit to anything, even if he knew who was
responsible.

"I was more concerned about my old college buddy.  Any plans yet?"

I sighed.  "No," I said truthfully.  "I don’t have any plans yet.  Haven’t
thought that far ahead."

"Well, if you need help," he said with a cocky grin, "you know where I’m at!
Jules and I are more
than willing to.."

"Thanks," I replied as I finished emptying my center desk drawer in the box,
"but hopefully I’ll figure
out what to do over the weekend."

He frowned slightly, then grinned again.  "Well, like I said, if you ever
need help, you know where to
find me!"

Two seconds after he left, Kim came in and closed the door.  "Tom, I didn’t
want to tell you this,"
she said with a nervous tone, "but I think you should know.. Mister Smith’s
secretary was the one
who covered for me that day while I was at lunch."

It suddenly made sense.  Usually, it was Tammy, who worked in the mail room,
who covered for
Kim for an hour.  Brad must have gotten his secretary to cover for Kim
instead, giving him the
chance to bring the stripper in.

"That son of a bitch.." I whispered.

It was Brad who ruined my job!  Brad who would keep his own job!  Brad who
would win..
AGAIN!

I fought back tears of anger.  "Thank you Kim," I told her steadily.

But Kim knew what kind of mood I was in.  "Tom.. I was asked not to say
anything about it.  They
said it was.. better for everyone.."

I lowered my head.  No, of course the firm would want that fact kept secret.
They wouldn’t want
me to race over there to thrash Brad senseless for what I know now.

"Thank you Kim," I said again softly.  Seeing I wouldn’t tear out of the
office in a fit of rage, she
started to leave.  "Kim, could you do me a favor?"  She turned and nodded.
"Could you find out if
Brad brought in any new clients in the past year?"

She nodded.  "Sure.  I’ll leave a message on your answering machine at home.
But I don’t see how
that would.."

"Just for my curiosity," I told her.

+ + + + +

By the following Monday, Kim confirmed what I suspected:  Brad hadn’t
brought in any new clients
in the past year.  In fact, the rumors were that some of his clients weren’t
happy with how he treated
them.  You had to be an idiot not to suspect that Brad was the one who
engineered my departure in
order to save his own job.

Just like in college, Brad resorted to cheating to get his way.  Only now,
it wasn’t a date at stake, it
was a multi-million dollar account and my career.

Kim had another bombshell to give me in the message as well.  Something I
expected would
happen.  Just that afternoon, it was announced that Brad had secured the
deal that I was swindled
out of.

+ + + + +

It took six months of hard work and three loans, but I managed to start a
small consulting business of
my own.  I had to give up my apartment and spend three months sleeping in
the back room of my
office, but it was soon worth it.

It wasn’t easy to get enough of a clientele to make my business successful.
There were plenty of
people who heard about the incident with the stripper, but most of them also
knew that I was a
decent guy who at least cared about improving their businesses.  Once they
saw that, they were
willing to retain my services.

Soon I had enough profit to not only live in a nice apartment, but to also
hire over three other people
to work for me.  I had talked Kim into coming over as well.  I knew she was
a good secretary, but I
later learned she was just as good a consultant.  She became my fourth
consultant, bringing in even
more clients than I imagined.

No matter how many consultants I had working for me, I still enjoyed getting
out into the field and
meeting with my clients.  That was how I came upon an unusual twist of fate.

One of my clients was a fertility clinic/sperm bank.  I had just finished
meeting with the chief
administrator there when I saw Julie’s car pull into the parking lot.  At
first I thought I was seeing
things.  But it really was Brad’s wife who was showing up at the clinic!

Julie wore dark glasses, scarf, and a big hat, but it wasn’t hard for me to
spot her as she got out of
her sports car.  The memory of her when I saw her at the picnic was so
strong, I could probably spot
her if she wore a full Islamic dress with veils.

It was also obvious that she didn’t want to be spotted entering a sperm
bank.  She first pretended
she didn’t notice me, but when I waved to her and said hello, she turned
bright red.

"Hi!" I said cheerfully.  "This is certainly a twist.  I didn’t expect to
see you here!"

She flashed a nervous smile.  "Oh.. uh.. hi.  I.. uh.. was just.. waiting
for a friend.  She said to meet
her here.  Who knew?"  She gave a weak chuckle, but I easily saw through it.

"That’s not true," I said.  "Is it?"

She frowned, then took off her glasses.  There was a look I never would have
expected in her eyes -
fear.  There was something she was terrified of.

"Can.. can we go someplace to talk?" she asked me.

I picked out a quiet diner just up the road from the clinic.  I’ve eaten
there before, and I knew that it
was someplace where we could talk quietly.

Once the waitress brought us coffee, Julie told me her problem.  It seemed
that she and Brad had
been trying to have a child for three years now, but to no avail. Brad,
apparently, was convinced that
the problem was somehow with her.  They’ve gone to fertility clinics, and
she had been tested three
different times.  She had been taking fertility drugs, cycled their sex with
ovulation schedules, and did
everything possible for her to get pregnant.  Meanwhile, the parents from
both families were pestering
them for news of a pending grandchild.  Brad’s parents, especially, were
hard on Julie.  They
believed Brad’s claims that the problem was with her.

"I know it’s not me," she told me.  "I’ve even got the doctor’s report.  It’
s… him."

I had to suppress a chuckle.  Brad, mister perfection, was impotent?  Mister
Alpha-Male’s fish don’t
swim?  But apparently Julie wasn’t thrilled by my sudden outburst.

"Sorry," I said as I covered up my mouth.  "Aw.. jeez.. I’m sorry Julie.  I
didn’t mean to.."

She set down her coffee.  "No.  No, I should have expected more from you.
You were, after all, his
friend."

"You’re right," I said.  "I’m sorry.  So, the two of you decided to go to a
sperm bank?"

She looked down.  "No.  That was my idea.  He doesn’t even know about it.
He doesn’t care how
I do it, as long as it gets done quickly so he can tell his parents that it’
s done."

"And he doesn’t even want to get involved?  Some husband!"

She continued to stare down at her coffee.  "Yeah, well.."

I put my hand on top of hers.  "Listen, I know you don’t know me too well,
but I hope you believe
me when I say that I won’t say a word about this to anyone.  If there is any
way I can help, just let
me know.  Okay?"

She gave a weak smile.  "Thank you Tom."

I took a look at the clock at the end of the diner.  "I’ve got to get back
to the office," I said softly.
"But I want to keep in touch with you.  Do you mind if I call you tomorrow
morning to see how you
are doing?"

She nodded sadly, then we both headed to our respective vehicles after
exchanging phone numbers.
I knew she wasn’t going to go back to the sperm back, at least not today.
Our talk had pushed her
well past her appointment, so she’d have to reschedule it.

I cursed as I drove back to the office.  Mostly at Brad than at anyone else.
It was bad enough to
ruin my life, but to do it to his own wife as well was despicable!

But then I had a thought go through my mind that was just as despicable.

+ + + + +

The next morning, I called Kim and told her that I would be taking care of
some business and that I
wouldn’t be in until the afternoon.  Then I called Julie and told her I had
a solution to her dilemma,
and that she should meet me at the apartment if she was interested.

She had arrived around noon.  I let her in and offered her some lunch I was
making.  She declined.
It was clear that she was nervous about being here, as if she knew what I
was going to ask her.

She stood around the kitchen as I finished making my sandwich.  "You sure
you don’t want one?" I
asked her.

She nodded.  "Yes, I’m sure."

"Very well," I said as I put the sandwich away for the time being.  "Can I
at least get you something
to drink?  Water, maybe?"

She closed her eyes.  "Look, can we get to the matter at hand?"

"Of course," I said as I showed her to the dining table.  I waited until we
both sat down before I
continued.  "The problem is simple:  you both want a baby, and Brad can’t
get you pregnant.  So.."

"So," she continued, "you think the only solution is for me to sleep with
someone so I will get
pregnant.  Preferably you.  Right?"

"Perceptive," I told her.

"I may be Brad’s trophy wife, but that doesn’t make me an idiot.  What makes
you think I’ll WANT
to sleep with someone else?  I can go to the clinic and get the same
results."

"Yes," I replied, "but they also leave a paper trail.  Trust me, that one
clinic you had an appointment
with is one of my clients, and I know they have tons of paperwork that they
require prospective
patients to fill out before even being considered.  Not to mention the costs
of such a procedure,
which will leave another paper trail."  I watched her frown.  She didn’t
really think about those
things.  "Sure, you could pay in cash, but even that would leave questions
not only with the clinic but
also with your own bank account.  After all, how could you explain such a
large transfer of funds into
cash?"

She put her hands up to her face.  After a few seconds of silence, she
looked at me and replied, "All
right.  You win.  What do you want?"

"It’s real simple," I told her.  "Are you still keeping track of your
ovulation cycles?"

She nodded.  "I’ll be good from tomorrow to next week."

"Okay.  Starting tomorrow, you will come by here around noontime.  We’ll..
do it.. every day from
now until next week, or until you’re pregnant."  I found it hard to say the
words, but she knew what I
meant.  "You have a female friend you can trust?"

She nodded again.  "Yes," she said softly.

"Good.  You’ll go to her house and have her drop you off here around noon.
She’ll come back and
get you around.. let’s say one o’clock for now.  You don’t have to tell her
anything about what we’re
doing for the week.  Deal?"

"What about after I’m pregnant?" she asked.

"That’s up to you," I said.  "Once you’re pregnant, it’s up to you how you
want to handle it.  You
want to tell Brad?  Fine.  You want to keep it silent?  That’s fine too."

She kept silent for a minute.  I didn’t know how she would handle this.  She
could just get up and
leave at any moment.  She could tell Brad that I propositioned her.  But
then what was she supposed
to do afterwards?  She wants to get pregnant, and Brad could care less how
it was done as long as it
was done.

She got up from the table.  "Fine," she said with finality.  "I’ll be here
tomorrow at noon.."

I waited until she was halfway to the door.  "You’re forgetting something,"
I said.  "You agreed to do
it from NOW until next week."

She stopped and sighed.  "Can’t we just start this tomorrow?"  Then she
threw up her arms in
resignation.  "AAAgh!  All right!  Let’s do it and get it over with!"

I walked up to her, carefully eyeing her up and down.  She had on a light
blue dress with two straps
over her shoulders.  Sandals on her feet.  No bra.

As I approached her, her eyes went wide with fear and uncertainty.  She didn
’t know what I was
going to do to her.  I could feel myself stirring with power.  This was Brad
’s wife, his trophy!  I got
within inches of her face.  I could see her lips quiver.  She started
breathing in short spurts, preparing
for anything.

My first instinct was to kiss her.  But as I moved my mouth towards hers,
she quickly turned her
head aside, her short blond hair whipping the outside of my nose and lips.
So she wanted to play
that way, I told myself…

We were positioned between the dining room and the living room.  The love
seat was just behind
her.  I spun her around and pushed her over the back of the love seat.

"AAH!" she squealed as she found herself bent over.

I moved my hands up the outside of the thighs, pulling the bottom of her
dress up to her hips.  A pair
of white panties welcomed me.  I ran my hands across her panty-covered butt,
feeling the firmness of
her aerobic-toned cheeks.  I could hear her hyperventilate as she finally
realized that I was serious
about what I was going to do.

By the time I pulled the white fabric down and exposed her creamy white ass,
I was rock hard in
anticipation.  It took a minute longer than I expected to unfasten my pants
and free my cock.  But
once freed, I aligned it with the folds of her pussy and shoved my way in.

"OH JESUS!" she shrieked as she felt me slam into her.

I eased the spaghetti straps off her shoulders and through her arms, then
reached into the top of her
dress and pulled it down, freeing her well-developed tits for me to grab
hold of.

"AAGH!" she cried in protest as she felt the fabric brush off her breasts.

But I didn’t give her any time to think about what I did.  I started pumping
her hard and fast,
grabbing hold of her tits with both hands.  Her breasts felt like pillows
between my fingers.

"OH JESUS.. UGH!.. slow down… please… it hurts!… UUUGGHHH!"

I didn’t slow down.  I continued to pump her as hard and as fast as I could.
With each thrust, the
thought came through my mind that this was Brad’s wife I was fucking.  Brad,
who took my job
away from me.  Brad, who destroyed my reputation.  Brad, who took everything
I cherished and
made it his own!  And this was Brad’s trophy!  His pride and joy, being
fucked like a common
whore!

I shuddered as I climaxed inside her, letting loose a primal yell of victory
at finally being able to enact
a level of revenge against Bradley K. Smith!

As I could feel every spurt of sperm enter her unprotected womb, I savored
the thought of Brad’s
reaction when he eventually realizes that I had something he never could
have.  The realization that I
could give his wife a baby, when he could only shoot blanks.  A useless man.
Worthless.

But then I heard something I didn’t even think about.. I heard Julie crying
underneath me.  I didn’t
even think about Julie being a woman as I fucked her.  I just used her like
a tool.  Jesus, what kind of
monster did I become?

I tried to say something to comfort her.  What could I say?  "I’m sorry"
just didn’t seem adequate.

As I felt my cock soften, I slowly pulled out of her and stepped back.  She
sniffled as she pulled her
panties back up to her hips, then fixed the top of her dress, but left the
straps hanging underneath her
arms.

She turned towards me, mascara running with the tears down her face.

"Do you really hate him that much?" she asked between sniffs.  "Do you
really hate him that much to
hurt me like that?"

What could I say?  I did hate Brad.  I hated him for what he did to me.  But
I didn’t even consider
what I was doing to Julie.

"I.. I don’t know," I finally said.

She turned around and hurried out the door to her car.  I watched through
the living room window as
she spent the next ten minutes crying before starting the car and leaving.

+++++

I doubted whether or not Julie would hold to our little agreement after what
I did to her the other
day.  If she decided to stay home and never see me again, I would have
understood.  Still, I decided
to stay home that afternoon, handling as many clients as possible from my
office before noontime.

Then I heard the doorbell ring.  It was Julie.

Julie stood in the doorway wearing a red blouse and black knee-length skirt.
She had a stern poker
face, with very little makeup.

"I am a woman of my word," she said as a way of a greeting.  "I may not like
it, but I said I would do
this, so let’s get it over with."

I gestured for her to come in.  She walked by me and began to unbutton the
cuffs of her blouse.

"I want to say I’m sorry for what.."

"There’s nothing to say," she said with a tone of anger in her voice.
"Whatever reason you have to
hate Brad is yours.  I have my reasons for being here.  So let’s just fuck
and get it over with.  The
sooner this is over, the better."

I started to move towards the kitchen.  "Can I get you anything to eat or
drink before we.."

"LOOK!" she said as she pulled off her gold watch.  "I don’t want anything
to eat or drink!  I just
want you to fuck me like we agreed to and get this over with!"  She slid off
her heels.  "Can you get
that through your skull?"

"Fair enough," I said as I kicked off my shoes.  "No frills, just fucking,
right?  Fine."

I watched her as we both undressed.  Seeing her remove her clothing piece by
piece got me hard.  I
really didn’t know why.  Maybe it was just the fact that no matter what she
wanted, she was willing
to let me fuck her so she could have the child her parents and her in-laws
wanted.

Julie neatly folded her blouse and skirt on the sofa.  Then she began to
remove her pantyhose, pulling
them down past her ass, then sitting down at the edge of the sofa to remove
them off her legs.  Once
that was removed, she reached behind her and removed her bra and threw that
on top of her
clothes.

Once naked, she stood up and took a look at me for the first time undressed.
I didn’t know what
she expected, but I don’t think she expected me to look as fit as I did.  I
mean, I’m no Adonis, but I
certainly wasn’t out of shape either.  I also noticed that her eyes didn’t
move from my eight-inch
cock.  It was pretty thick.  An old girlfriend once told me I had the
thickest cock she had ever seen.

Julie kept her eyes down on my cock.  "Uh.. where.. where do you want to..
uh.. do this?"

She kept her stare down as my cock approached her.  Then with a finger under
her chin, I turned her
glance up long enough for me to kiss her on the lips.  She reacted with
surprise.

"Right here," I said softly.  "On the floor."

I guided her down to the carpet.  Her eyes were locked on my thick log, mine
on her full breasts.
She was transfixed on my cock as I spread her legs apart, then reached for a
pillow.

"Raise your ass up," I told her.

Silently she complied, raising her ass up long enough for me to stick the
pillow underneath her.  The
pillow raised her hips high enough so that when I come, my sperm will go
into her fertile womb.
Then I placed the head of my cock at the entranceway of her pussy.

"Ready?" I asked.

She nodded.

I slowly slid my cock into her.  She moaned as I slowly fed every inch of my
thick rod into her warm
pussy.  I had taken a whole new perspective into this affair.  This time, I
wasn’t fucking Brad’s
trophy wife.  This time, I was fucking Julie, a very beautiful woman whose
only mistake was marrying
a loser asshole like Brad.

She didn’t say a word, only moaned as I slowly began to bring my cock in and
out of her.  She
didn’t want to speak.  She didn’t want to say two words to me after what I
did to her the last time
we fucked.  She just wanted it done and over with.

We both moved in silence, our breathing serving as our only indication of
how close each of us were
from climaxing.  From my count, Julie had climaxed silently at least once
underneath me.  Then I let
loose a low, soft moan as I climaxed inside of her.

We lay there, my cock inside of her, my sperm dripping it’s way down to her
womb.  Thousands of
baby-makers ready to do their job.  I rested my head between her ample
breasts, the warmth of her
body and the soft sounds of her breathing feeling peaceful.

"I hate you," she said softly.

"No you don’t," I said.  "You wouldn’t have agreed to this if you hated me.
You hate him for causing
this to happen."

"Yes…"  A minute later she added, "I hate him."

+++++

The rest of the week was pretty much the same.  I got much of the office
work done at home,
making the occasional trip to the office to keep up the appearances.  Julie
and I fucked every day at
noon.  We’d both get undressed, then I would fuck her, climax inside of her,
wait a few minutes
inside her, and then we’d get dressed and she’d go back to her life as a
trophy wife to the man we
now both hated.

But it was what happened in between that time of fucking and her going back
to that phony life that
changed.  It started on the third day.  Every so often as we fucked, we
would kiss.  Softly, casually,
almost like a kiss between close friends.  But with each session, we got
that much more intimate with
each other.  After sex, we also began to have brief conversations as we lay
there with my cock still
inside her.  It’s not like we were going anyplace for a few minutes anyways.
But even afterwards,
we started having brief conversations as we were getting dressed.  By the
fourth day, this led to a
light lunch afterwards.

But day four was also a Friday.  I really hadn’t planned on how to handle
her coming over on
Saturday and Sunday.  Not that I had any plans, mind you, but it would be
damn hard for Julie to
explain to Brad how she needed to go see her friend every day this week AND
on Saturday and
Sunday as well.

This was something I wanted to bring up, but Julie beat me to it.

"He’ll be at a weekend seminar," she said as we finished our lunch.  We had
made a rule not to
discuss Brad by name.  We simply referred to Brad in the third person in our
conversations.  "I want
to use that time for us to.. get to know each other more."

I was elated.

"But," she continued, "his parents have got some society function they want
me to attend.  They don’t
trust me being alone all weekend."

"I see…" I said.  "When is it?"

"It’s at night, but I’m sure Helena wants to take me shopping or something
like that."  Helena is
Brad’s mom.  Very snobbish.  Every time I was around her I felt like I was
shit waiting to be flushed
down the toilet.  I can imagine the kind of things Julie must go through
just being related by marriage
to the woman.

"Could you say you’ll meet her at the boutique?" I suggested.

"I could," she said, pondering the idea.  "At least I could have more of a
time frame for us to work
with.."

+++++

The next day, Julie arrived at the door bright and early at nine.  She had a
box of doughnuts in one
hand and an overnight bag in the other.

"Morning!" she said cheerfully as she walked in.  "I figured after lunch
yesterday, that I should at least
provide breakfast."

I was still dressed in shorts and a bathrobe.  I’m not usually a morning
person on weekends.  Matter
of fact, she was lucky to find me up and out of bed by nine.

"Do you mind if I.."

She gave me a sly smile, as though she was going to suggest something else.
Then said "Don’t take
too long, okay?"

Well, I jumped in the shower quickly and put on some sweats and a tee.  When
I got back out of the
bedroom, Julie was sitting at the dining room table, having a cup of coffee
and munching on a plain
doughnut.

I noticed she had on a sports jersey and white leggings.  Certainly not
something someone like her
would wear for an afternoon of shopping with her mother-in-law.

"What’s with the overnight bag?" I asked.

"I told Helena I’d meet her at the boutique at two.  I figured I could
change clothes here..
afterwards… so we could have more time for.. you know."

"Oh," I said as I sat down at the adjoining corner of the table.  She handed
me a cup of coffee.
"Thank you."  Then a doughnut.  "Thank you again.  This is more than what I
usually have for
breakfast."

"Oh?  And what do you usually have?"

"Lunch."

We both laughed.  I could tell she hadn’t laughed like that in a while.  She
set down her own cup of
coffee and played with a loose strand of hair.

"If only.." she mussed.

"What?" I asked as I was about to take a sip of my coffee.

"If only I met you four years earlier," she said seriously.  "I wouldn’t
have married him."

I did a double-take.  "Are you serious?"

She nodded shyly.  "You’re.. different.  I see that now.  You know what it’s
like for me at home?
When he’s there, it’s dinner ready, work was hell, gotta fuck now so we can
have his child.  Gotta
go here, gotta go there.  Gotta make this appearance.  Gotta be at that
dinner party.  And when he’s
not there, it’s his parents calling, my parents calling..  Where’s their
grandchild?  Why aren’t I
pregnant yet?  What have I been doing wrong?  I.."

She let out a short sigh, then continued.  "Anyways… Earlier this week, I
thought you were just some
asshole with a grudge.  Get back at him by fucking me.  But there’s more to
that, isn’t there?"

It was my turn to close my eyes.  I paused for a moment to gather what I was
going to say.  "I won’t
lie to you, Julie.  I was attracted to you from the moment I met you.  I don
’t know what was going
through my mind earlier that week.. except to think I was just getting back
at him for all the things he
did to me.  I didn’t.. I never wanted to hurt you, Julie.  I hope you
believe me when I say that."

I put my hand on hers.  We made eye contact.  Our lips made contact in the
middle of the table.

Without saying a word, we stood up and made our way to my bedroom.  Our
hands explored each
others bodies for the first time as we undressed and fell on top of the
unmade bed.

We continued to say nothing as I got on top of her and gently inserted my
cock into her waiting
body.  We weren’t making a baby.  We were making love.  We moved slowly,
passionately.  There
was no rush this time.  No need to hurry.  The only sounds we made were the
sounds of our
breathing as we both came to a climax.

Afterwards, we both lay there in bed.  My mouth was on her breast.  She
leaned over to look at the
clock on my nightstand.  It wasn’t even eleven.

Then she broke the silence.

"I think.. I think we just went beyond the arrangement."

I took my mouth off her nipple.  "I guess we did.  So… what now?"

She gently ran her fingers through my hair.  "I don’t know."

We spent another hour in bed, holding each other.  We didn’t say a word.  We
simply explored each
other’s bodies.  It was a strange feeling, not saying anything, just letting
our hands do all the
conversing.  But eventually I had climbed on top of her again and we slowly
made love one more
time.

Afterwards, we looked at the clock.  It was almost one.  Julie said she had
to meet with her
mother-in-law at two.

"I have to get ready," she said with a sense of urgency.  I could tell in
her voice that she didn’t want
to leave.

I nodded, then watched as she moved her naked body into the dining room to
get her overnight bag,
then into the bathroom.  As I got dressed again, I thought about what we
were going through.  When
I came up with the idea of getting Julie pregnant, I had no idea that I
would start to develop feelings
for her.  Sure, I was attracted to her.  Who wouldn’t?  I mean, she’s
beautiful.  But to start to fall in
love with her?  Who knew?

When she got out of the bathroom, she was dressed in an expensive ivory
blouse and dark blue
pants.  She had on some makeup, certainly some blush and lipstick.  She
grabbed her purse and
began to head out the door.

"Uh.. can I call you tomorrow afternoon?" she asked almost in passing.

"Yes," I heard myself reply.

She walked back towards me and gave me a quick kiss.  Then she backed away
and headed out the
door.  I watched her again in silence as she headed into her car.  She
seemed to sit there for a few
minutes, once again crying.  I could only assume that she was feeling the
same things I was, and that it
was tearing her up inside.

I don’t remember what I did for the rest of the day.  I know I worked on
some stuff that was piling
up on my desk.  All during the week, I let the day-to-day operations pile
up, while I concentrated on
the important things.  Now, that stuff was beginning to haunt me.  And yet,
I couldn’t put Julie out of
my mind.

++++++

I waited on pins and needles for Julie to call me.  I’ve never felt this way
about someone, and it
concerned me.  I certainly didn’t expect to fall in love with her.  Fuck
her, sure, but not fall for her.

The phone rang, and I nearly jumped out of my skin trying to get it.

"We need to talk," she said.

"You can come here.." I started to say.

"No," she interrupted.  "Someplace neutral.  We need.. to talk."

We agreed to meet at the diner again.  It was a Sunday afternoon, so it
wouldn’t be crowded.  When
I arrived, she was already seated in the corner booth.  I sat down and a
waitress brought me a cup of
coffee.

"Okay," I said after the waitress left.  "So?"

She gave a faint smile.  "I.. I think I’m.. pregnant."

"Oh.." I said.  I felt my heart fall as she said it.

"At least, when I took that instant test, it said I could be pregnant," she
said quickly.  "I still have to
check with my doctor.  But if it’s true.."

"Then we just completed what we set out to do," I said grimly.  "You don’t
have to come by every
noontime.  You can go back to being his full-time wife."

She looked down at her cup.  "Yeah.. I guess."

"You should be happy," I said.

She put her hand on mine and looked up at me.  "Oh I am, I am.  About being
pregnant, that is."

"But not about being his wife?" I suggested.

She kept her gaze at me.  "No.." she said in almost a whisper.

"So.. what now?"

"I don’t know," was the only response she could provide.

+++++

We agreed to go our separate ways for now.  Not that we wanted to, but
because we had to keep
the appearances.  But apparently Julie couldn’t stay away.  A week after we
left the diner, she
phoned me to tell me what had happened.

True enough, Julie was pregnant.  The news apparently was like a godsend to
her parents and
in-laws.  She was inundated with advice and talk about what a great mother
she’d be.  Brad was
supposedly boasting about becoming a father at my old workplace.  Everything
he wanted, he got.
Again.

But I could tell Julie wasn’t overjoyed by it all.

"How are you doing?" I asked her.

"Oh.. I’m happy!" But then I heard her moan.  "No, I’m not.  It’s like I’m
carrying the whole world
inside me.  Everyone’s giving me advise and talking about what to eat, what
to do, what to wear,
what not to do..  I mean, everyone!  My parents, his parents, my friends..
OOOHH!!"

"Everyone?"

There was a pause on the phone.  "No.. everyone, except you.  Listen, can..
can I see you?  I just
need to get away from all this trouble for a little while."

What can I say?  "Yes," I replied.

An hour later, she was at my front door.  "Hi."

"Hi."  I gestured her to come in.  "Can I get your coat?"

She turned around to face me.  Her blue eyes gazed through to my soul.
"Tell me something before I
do.. Do you think I’m beautiful?"

"Of course," I told her.  "You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve met in my
life."

She blushed as she smiled.  "Thank you.  I needed to hear that."  She untied
the belt of her tan coat
and opened it.  She wore nothing underneath.  "Now I need you to prove it."

Before the jacket hit the floor, we were embraced.  We both started pulling
my clothes off.  I don’t
remember how we were able to get my pants off without me falling, but
somehow within seconds I
was just as naked as she was.

I brought my mouth down to her ample breasts, sucking on one nipple, then
moving to the next.
Then I traced my tongue down to her belly, moving the tip around her navel.
She almost purred in
pleasure as I brought my mouth down to the dark mound between her legs.

"Oh god," she murmured as I began to nibble on her clit, "I’ve been dying
for you to do that to me!"

She grabbed hold of my head with both hands as I slowly brought her to
climax.  I could feel her
whole body shudder, and the taste of her sweet juices as she peaked.  She
grabbed hold of my head
as she writhed underneath me.

A few minutes later, I was inside her again, pushing my cock deep within
her. This time, we didn’t
even try to contain our pleasures.  The room echoed with the sounds of our
cries.

We lay there on the floor, amidst my clothes and her discarded jacket.  The
sweat on her body
reflected off the living room lights, making her body glow.

"We shouldn’t have done this," she said after catching our breath.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because it’s.. wrong.." she said.

"It wasn’t wrong when you wanted to get pregnant."

"That’s different.  There was a reason why I wanted to have a baby with you.
But, now that it’s over
and I’m pregnant.. I shouldn’t have come here."

"Then why did you?" I asked her.

She put a hand on her flat, pregnant belly.  She didn’t show it, but she
realized that she had
something special inside her now.  Something I helped create.

"I guess I needed to feel like a woman again," she finally said.  "For a
whole week I felt like I was
treated like some life support for my child.  I just needed to get away from
it for a little while."

We lay there in silence for a few minutes before I said anything.

"You know we’ll have to stop seeing each other."

"I know," she said as she stared seriously into my eyes.  "I know.  We don’t
want to make anyone
suspicious."

"Your friend.. I never asked about her.  Does she know?"

"No," she replied.  "Actually, I only had her drop me off and pick me up
twice.  The other times, I
parked my car just around the corner and walked over.  She never really
asked why."

She stared up at the clock on the living room wall.  "I can’t stay long.  I’
ll have to leave in a little
while."

"Then we had best make the time last," I said as I brought a hand to her
breast.

We eventually made our way to the bedroom, where we made love for two hours.
We brought each
other to the peak, then nuzzled in the afterglow before going at it again.
We weren’t just making
love.  We were saying good-bye to each other.

+++++

Months passed.  Despite our promise to never see each other again, we did
call each other on
occasion.  It was always when we were both alone.  Julie felt ever more
alone now that she was
getting larger and larger.  Her friends and parents only served to remind
her that she was going to
give birth to Brad’s child, even though we both knew it was really ours.

I tried to take my mind off Julie during that time.  I dated other women,
but nobody could hold a
candle to the vision that I remembered Julie to be.  They were just too
shallow.. or too vain.. or just
not as attractive.  Even Julie tried to find someone to take my mind off
her.  She had a few single
friends, but those that weren’t already seeing other guys were jaded from
bad relationships to even
consider someone like me.  After six months, we both accepted the fact that
there was a strong
connection between us that extended beyond the child she was carrying.

"I love you," I finally admitted over the phone.

"And I love you," she replied.  "But it’s wrong.  We shouldn’t be saying
these things."

"I know."

There was a long pause.

"I have to go," she finally said.  "He’ll be home soon."

Brad.  It always went back to Brad.  Brad, the "perfect husband."  Brad, the
man who could do no
wrong.  Brad, the man who made my life miserable.  Brad, who married the
woman I love, and for
all intents and purposes, will be the father of my child.

I poured myself into my job.  I needed to get Julie out of my mind, and
working overtime on my
clients seemed to do the trick for me.  After all, I had a small consulting
firm to run, and I was starting
to get lax on my duties.

+++++

"Beep!  Tom?  This is Julie.  I felt you should know.. We have a son.  He
was born yesterday
morning.  His name is Kevin.  I’ll be brining him home tomorrow.  Beep!"

Julie’s message on the answering machine echoed in my head as I made the
trek to the Smith house.
My mind was awash with a million thoughts.  Should I even be there?  What
will I do once I see the
child I helped bring into the world?  Or the woman whom I still could not
get out of my mind?

The gathering was far from small.  As was typical for the Smith family,
every little moment was a
social celebration, filled with the finest in society who simply wanted to
use the opportunity to
network.  I suppose that’s what I should have been doing, but all the while,
I was biding my time to
see Julie and Kevin.

I felt my skin crawl as I shook hands with Brad.  He was beaming with joy.
This was his day.

"Congrats Brad," I said cordially, putting on a plastic smile.

"Thanks," he said proudly.  "I appreciate you coming over to see this.  How
goes your business?"

"It’s progressing," I said truthfully.  "We’re picking up a few new clients
every month."

"Any problems with turnaround?" he asked with a hint of curiosity.

"Not from us," I said with a grin.  "Most of the new clients we get are from
folks who are dissatisfied
with other consultant companies."  I then bit my lip to prevent myself from
blurting out that most of
them were pissed of at my former employers.

He got a bit uncomfortable with that answer.  "Well, I’ve got to take care
of some other guests.
Please, help yourself to some refreshments, okay?"

"Sure."

About another half hour of mingling, I finally spotted Julie talking to some
other guests.  She realized
that I was there, but quickly averted any contact with me.  Every chance I
had to see her, someone
else would get her attention.

Finally, I saw her head towards the kitchen.  I followed her in there.  She
appeared to be surprised
that I would follow her.

"Hi," I said.

"Hi," she replied sheepishly.  "I.. I’m glad you came."

"Are you?" I asked.

She looked down at her pink blouse.  Her belly was still swollen, and her
breasts were already
starting to fill with milk for Kevin.  "No..  I was hoping you wouldn’t
come.  I didn’t want you to see
me like this."

"Why?"

She kept her eyes down at herself.  "Because.. because it’s not right."

"Then why leave me that message?"

"It felt right," she replied simply.  "After all you’re…"

She let the answer trail off.  She didn’t want to say the words.  She didn’t
want to say that I was
Kevin’s father, even we both knew that was the case.

But then we heard a sound.  The door was open and Helena walked through.  It
’s hard to describe
Helena to those of you who have never seen a "Stepford Pod-person" before.
Basically, she’s had
so much of her body toned, stretched, pulled and made-over that she could
barely pass as a real
human being now.  I guess being one of the newly rich does that to some
folks. Her collagen-injected
lips grew thin as she saw the two of us.

"Oh.. Hello Thomas."  She took a drag of her cigarette.  "Julie, dear, I
think you should check in on
your son."

Julie continued to look down.  "Yes, of course."

Helena lingered just long enough to give me a despicable look before heading
back out.  She always
looked down at me, even when I was a teenager.  But now.. did she overhear
us?  She wasn’t above
eavesdropping, that much I know.  She’s rather notorious in the community as
a snoop.

Julie kept her head down.  "I.. I think I had best check up on Kevin."

She left me in the kitchen.

+++++

I can’t tell you everything that happened two days later, mostly because I
don’t remember it all.  So
this is an account based partly on what I remember and what other people
told me happened.

My day started rather ordinarily.  I was going over some notes when I saw
the door open.  Brad
walked through.

"Brad," I said, a bit startled to see him in my office.  "This is a
surprise.  I.."

I don’t remember much of what happened after that.  I could faintly remember
that he had something
in his hand when he came through the door.  The last thing I could
consciously remember was that he
swung something in his hand, then I felt the pain from my head.  According
to Kim, he had stormed
into the office before anyone could say two words, and that he carried a
baseball bat.

"Fuck MY WIFE?" he screamed as he stood over my bleeding body.  "You think
you have the
fucking BALLS to fuck MY WIFE, you son of a bitch?"

Kim said that the police were already called when Brad picked me up off the
floor and threw me
through the glass divider that separated my office from the rest of the
room.  Everyone else in the
office stayed away from Brad.  Most of the office staff were women, and the
two guys that were
there were absolutely terrified of what might happen to them if they crossed
Brad.

"Get up!" he screamed over my prone body.  "Get up, you son of a bitch!  I’m
not through with you
yet!"

My head was bleeding from the broken glass and the laceration Brad initially
gave me.

"Please," Kim pleaded, "leave him alone.  Haven’t you done enough?"

He pointed the bat menacingly at her.  "Shut the fuck up, you slut!  You don
’t know what this
bastard did to me, to my name, to my whole family!  I took this loser in
under my wing in high school,
and how do you think he repays me?  By raping my wife and having a bastard
son from her!"

"That’s not true…" I reportedly mumbled through the pain.  "I never raped
her.. you couldn’t have
kids.."

Whatever thin shred of sanity that remained in Brad snapped at that moment.
He started kicking me
in the head, in the side, and in the balls.  "SHUT UP!" he screamed wildly.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP
YOU BASTARD!  GODDAMN PIECE OF SHIT.. LOWLIFE TRASH.. FUCKING RAPIST!
I’LL KILL YOU!  I’LL KILL YOU!"

By that time, the police had shown up and arrested Brad for aggravated
assault.

I awoke in the hospital, with my head in stitches, one eye still swollen
shut, and a couple of broken
ribs.  My balls were also swollen from the pain, and it was hard for me to
pee for a few days.

That day marked the beginning of the end for Mister Bradley K. Smith.  Kim’s
observations of the
incident led to his criminal conviction.  He only got a year, suspended,
thanks to his attorneys.  But
his hell was just starting.

Julie soon left him and filed for divorce.  With Brad’s name turned into
mud, she really didn’t have
too much of a reason to stay with him. Even her parents were suddenly
apologetic about how they
pressured her to marry him.  Apparently he was quite abusive towards her
just before and after his
arrest.  He didn’t hurt her physically, but he threatened to.  Brad’s
lawyers tried to portray Julie as a
slut, but the jury instead believed her claims of mental cruelty and threats
of physical violence after the
party.

My lawyers then sued Brad for assault and slander.  His attack on me did
chase away two potential
customers that were in the office at the time.  His lawyers tried to settle
quietly, but not without having
him pay through the nose for my hospital bills, the damage to my business,
and for threatening my
staff.

Just as his lawyers signed the settlement papers, Brad was fired from his
job.  It seems while going
through some spending invoices, a suspicious credit card purchase surfaced
concerning that
strip-o-gram service.  While the invoice was in my name, the purchase was
made with the company
credit card issued to Brad.  I don’t know how Kim managed to pull that one
off, but I’m thankful she
did.  Mister Morrison even sent me a formal letter of apology, just to make
sure I don’t sue my
former employers for wrongful termination.  Not that I had any plans to do
that, mind you.  I’ve
found that running my own consulting firm was revenge enough.

I met Julie again a year after the settlement.  We had talked before, on the
phone, but it was the first
time she and I were seeing each other in person since the party.  She looked
good.  She let her hair
grow out a little bit, so now it was just touching her shoulders.  She said
she was working as a sales
girl at a clothing store.  Her parents looked after Kevin while she worked,
and that things were going
along fine.

Six months after that, Julie and I got married.  It took a little longer to
get the courts to change
Kevin’s last name to mine, but once it was explained I was his real father
and not Brad, things went
without a hitch.

And Bradley K. Smith?  Well, after the settlement, he was pretty much out of
money, and pretty
much unemployable in his current profession.  His parents loaned the legal
talent, but eventually even
they cut him off.  Someone once said Brad was living at some spiritual
retreat, trying to rebuild his
life.

I chuckled at the thought of seeing Brad cleaning toilets.  A little more
than a year ago, he was at the
top of his game.  He had a career that was secure, a life that was enviable,
and a wife that was to die
for.  Now, he had nothing.  He was nothing.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

The sight of Julie stepping out of the shower brought me back to the
present.  Although three months
pregnant, she still looked absolutely ravishing to me.

"Just thinking," I told her.  "About the past."

"About.. him?"

We both laughed.  We still only refer to Brad in the third person.

"Yes, him.  Do you ever wonder what things would’ve been like if we didn’
t…?"

"If you didn’t offer to have sex with me?" she asked as she toweled off her
big breasts.  "Probably
would’ve gone through with the insemination.  Had the child, and be
miserable for the rest of my life
because I was just some trophy wife who would’ve become a trophy mother."
She moved the towel
down to dry off her swollen belly, then to her legs.  "And you?  What would
it have been with you?"

I thought about that for a moment.  "I probably would’ve done fine.  My
business would’ve
continued to grow to where it is today.  But it wouldn’t be the same without
you in it."

Then I felt her warm body as she crept up behind me, and placed a hand down
under my boxers.
"You know, Kevin is still with my parents.  And we don’t have to be at the
party on time.."

Brad once said in college that the world was full of users and losers, and
that the only thing that
mattered was not being the one who was screwed.  How ironic that in the end,
he would lose out on
everything that mattered to him the most.

As my wife led me by my cock to the bedroom, I thought one more time about
the guy who made all
of this possible.  The guy who had it all, and then lost it all through no
fault other than his own ego.
Bradley K. Smith was his name.

I feel sorry for him.





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