Thread: Stepmom with benefits (Sinfully Delicious and Dusky Princess)

Men were assholes. It wasn't the first time that Morgan Kennedy had come to that conclusion, but it was reinforced with a vengeance tonight. Since her asshole ex-husband had run off with his 24 year old secretary a year ago, 32 year old Morgan had been focusing mainly on her job and raising her ex's son in his absence. Morgan had thought that had been a particularly shitty thing to do, running off and leaving your own son behind. But Morgan's stepson had been a trooper, and Morgan had absolutely no complaints with her stepson or his friends. They were a very, very well behaved bunch of kids. And so, thinking everything was finally settled down, Morgan decided to start dating again. She had been seeing a guy named Chuck, a member of her company's IT team for the last few weeks. Things had started getting serious, though physically things hadn't gotten past some heavy kissing and a little light petting. But tonight, she had decided to let Chuck get a little further. Well, a lot further. Although her short, black skirt and lacy purple blouse weren't overly provocative,, the flimsy lingerie she was wearing underneath would certainly convey a message once Chuck got her out of her outer garments. Unfortunately, Chuck had other ideas. When Morgan drove over to Chuck's apartment, she found Chuck already half drunk and in a bad mood. Apparently a foul up on Chuck's part had caused work for his entire department and got Chuck a public dressing down. Sympathetic, Morgan had sat down by Chuck and tried to comfort him. Chuck had responded to her sympathy by grabbing her head and forcing it to his crotch. After struggling out of his grip and striking Chuck's groin to get him to let go of her, Chuck's ex-girlfriend entered the apartment. Only to reveal she wasn't quite his ex -girlfriend, as she had her own key. After a loud exchange among all three parties, Morgan stormed off, driving home with her foot on the accelerator and tears in her eyes. It was a wonder she didn't hit the late model car trying to pulling into her driveway at the same time she way. Hey, bitch, look where you're going! the driver of the other car shouted. The other driver was a skanky looking blonde wearing what Morgan could only call trailer trash chic. Where I'm going? Morgan responded, climbing out of her car and ready for a fight. This is my house. Where do you think you're going? I'm going to perform, the blonde responded. Two hours premium. This is.... the blonde added the addressed, then asked, isn't it? Morgan came to a complete stop, her jaw dropping. Perform? Yeah, the blond responded. Exotic dancing. Or stripping, if you gotta be vulgar. There---there has to be some mistake, Morgan managed to stutter. I mean, this is my house, and I wasn't even going to be home. Just my son and his friends were going to be here. How old are you kids, sweetie? The blonde asked Morgan. Eighteen, Morgan responded, without even thinking. The blonde shrugged. Then I'm at the right place. They booked through my agency, and her I am. Trust me, that age, the only reason they were paying for two hours is they couldn't afford more. Morgan's mouth wouldn't work as she tried to comprehend what was happening before her. Her son and his friends had hired a stripper? Impossible! Well, I'm afraid your engagement is cancelled, Miss--- Morgan said, trying to keep her tone civil. The blonde shrugged and said, Whatever. Someone still owes me five hundred dollars. Contract, engaging services, and all that. Steaming, Morgan got her purse and managed to find five hundred dollars in cash. The blonde counted the bills and smiled. If you ever decide to quit your day job, you need to give my agency a call. Someone who looks like you would do very well. Lots of white guys want to try a little jungle love. As the blonde drove away, Morgan stormed into the house. The incident with the blonde stripper was the last straw. As soon as she entered the house, she began shouting for her stepson to get his ass into the kitchen right now.