“Ms. Vance?” called out the receptionist.
Ronnie got up and raised her hand. She made way into the office and had a seat while the receptionist left her. Ronnie got herself comfortable in the chair, nervous about her results.
Dr. Karen Shoji came in a few minutes later holding a file folder. Ronnie got up to shake her hand, but Karen motioned for her to stay seated as they shook hands. “Ronnie, it’s great to meet you,” said the doctor. She got around to her desk and sat down.
“Well, Jolene said you were the best!” Ronnie laughed. “I always said we know two Karens, but only one is great.”
Dr. Shoji opened the folder and looked over the paper. “I’ll get right to it, Veronica. Your tests came back, and I’m afraid it’s not good news.”
Ronnie’s face stiffened. “I see.”
Dr. Shoji laced her fingers together on the desk. “It’s a problem with your uterus. Basically you can menstruate, but the zygote will never latch onto the side walls. You could have very well had one of your eggs fertilized at one point and not even have known it.”
The sides of Ronnie’s mouth tightened as she looked down.
Dr. Shoji looked at her file. “I looked up some of the data on the drug you had mentioned—this…bifudernoxidal. You probably remember it as Cudecane.”
Ronnie nodded while she exhaled. “That’s the stuff I took for my acne while I lived in Belgium.”
“Yes,” said Dr. Shoji. “Well, we looked into it, and they settled a major class-action lawsuit several years ago. Unfortunately, European Union rules have a habit of favouring large corporations in cases like these. There’s a stringent statute of limitations when it comes to getting in on these kinds of lawsuits.”
Ronnie huffed. “So they wreck my uterus and I get nothing?”
“I’m so sorry about this, Ronnie,” said Dr. Shoji. Ronnie wanted to back off of her, seeing as she was being nice about the situation. “Believe me, I have had to tell a lot of young women similar news in the past, and it’s never easy to do.”
Ronnie rolled her eyes, trying to keep the frustration bottled up. “So, it can’t ever happen, right?”
“I’d say it’s almost impossible.” Dr. Shoji took a pamphlet out of her desk, then leaned over and handed it to Ronnie. “This isn’t the end of the road, though. Here’s an agency I deal with often. They can do placements for children who are in real need of a stable and loving home.”
“Adoption?” asked Ronnie. “I mean…I never…”
“Nobody ever assumes they’re ready for something like this,” replied Dr. Shoji. “It’s an option, at least.” She put on her glasses and checked her tablet. “Now I need to do an exam with you. I can get you in two weeks from now, on the fourth. Will that be okay?”
Ronnie nodded. “Sure. I can just make some arrangements.”
The two stood up. Dr. Shoji extended her hand, and Ronnie took it. “I just wanted to say how happy I am that you want me as a doctor,” Dr. Shoji told Ronnie. “Jolene is just about the sweetest woman I know. Please give her my regards.”
Ronnie managed a weak smile. “Thanks. I hope she’s understanding about this, at least.”
That night, Ronnie told Jolene about her inability to get pregnant. Jolene was sympathetic and sweet the entire time. The two of them decided to get drunk at home.
Ronnie sat with her legs spread out underneath their coffee table, leaning her shoulders back against the couch. “Fuck. This schnapps shit is da booooomb.”
Jolene was sitting opposite of Ronnie on her knees, sucking down the last of her drink. She placed the glass on the table, then let out a satisfied grunt. “It got me through some tough times, although I haven’t been drunk in a long time.”
“I wanna get sloppy drunk,” Ronnie announced. “Like, fuckin’…” She lifted her head. “I can’t fuckin’ talk right. Did I just say that?”
Jolene laughed. “Yes, you said that.”
Ronnie crossed her eyes and made a goofy face. “I can’t fuckin’ stop fuckin’ swearin’.”
“I wish you would, dear,” Jolene said. “You will find that you feel more ineffectual.”
Ronnie stared with a crazy smile. “I what what?”
Jolene poured herself another shot. “I said ineffectual.” She stopped and laughed wildly, almost spilling her booze. “Sorry. I meant ineffectual.”
Ronnie had her elbows propped up on the table. “Oh, okay. You know, I remember when Evan came inside of me.”
Jolene sputtered. “The Evan? Your ex Evan?”
“Evan, the only boy ever I wanted to actually marry,” Ronnie sighed as she stared up into space. “He was the only man I dated that I could see myself being with. Well, we got drunk one night, just like now, and we start messing around. He said he wanted to try it once without a rubber on.” Ronnie tapped her glass on the table, and Jolene set her up again. “Ugh. Am I weird for liking hot jizz inside of me?”
“Not really,” Jolene said. “I think we’re supposed to.”
“I was so scared the next few weeks,” Ronnie said too loudly, then took a giant sip. She squinted and tightened her lips, then shook her face. “Wah! Yeah, so I guess I panicked for nothing. I can’t get preggo!” She looked down at her belly. “Sorry, babies!”
Jolene got a sad look on her face. “Don’t blame yourself, hon.”
Ronnie finished off her drink, then let the shot glass roll along the table. “Whatever, bitch! Ha ha! Bitch! Fuck you, bitch.”
Jolene laughed. “No, fuck you, bitchface fuck.”
Ronnie raised an eyebrow, teetering while sitting down. “You can fuck me all night for all I fuckin’ care. Are you married?”
Jolene cackled. “Yes, dummy!”
“Mmm, well, she sounds like a retard.” Ronnie tapped Jolene’s thigh with her foot repeatedly. “You can fuckin’ rape me.”
“It’s not rape if you consent,” Jolene reminded her.
Ronnie paused with her mouth agape. “God, I forgot!” She looked around. “The spin won’t stop rooming.” She looked back at Jolene. “Do you think I’m pretty?”
“I think you’re absolutely beautiful,” Jolene replied. “You got such pretty hair, and I like that upturn on your nose, and your tits!” She stared at them for emphasis. “I mean, shit!”
Ronnie grabbed her girls. “I love my titties! Oh God, I was so flat when I was a kid. Then they just fuckin’ grew out of nowhere!” She got up on her knees and whooped, then promptly toppled over. She laughed as she stretched out on the carpet. “Why did you do that?”
Jolene laughed along with her wife as she crawled her way over and laid down next to Ronnie. “Are you going to be able to get to bed?”
Ronnie purred and giggled. “I’m fine right here.”
“Nooooo,” Jolene protested. She reached over to take Ronnie’s hand. “Let’s try.”
Ronnie made her way up to her feet, wobbly and feeble. “Okay,” she said, sounding ready to sprint. “Here we go!” She made it up the few steps to the hallway, then bumbled into the bedroom. She clipped her knee on the door jamb and her mouth went wide. “Fuck!” she bellowed. “Fuck my ass! Fuck!”
Jolene came in behind. “What?”
Ronnie walked in and collapsed on the bed. “I hit my cunting knee! Ow!”
Jolene stumbled in and laid down next to Ronnie. “Uhhhh. My arms are heavy.”
“Of course they are, you steroid freak,” Ronnie said casually. “Just how many people did you fuck?”
Jolene had to stop and think. “Fifty or somethin’.”
“Jesus, fuck,” Ronnie slurred. “That’s a lot of dicks. And pussies.”
“I know,” Jolene sighed. “My best one was Desmond. He fucked me in a helicopter.”
“Wow, you did it in a helicopter?” asked Ronnie. “Did you, like, park it somewhere at the airport?”
“No,” Jolene said with a smile. “We were in the air.”
Ronnie turned her head and stared. “You got fucked in a flying helicopter!” She looked back up at the ceiling. “God damn! The craziest place I did it was a bathroom stall. Oh, and he came on my ass, so I had to use that weak-ass toilet paper to clean up.”
Jolene laughed as she slid off her shorts. “I feel tingly, but in a good way.” She slid her underwear off as well.
Ronnie sat up to inspect. “Yeah! I like this!” Ronnie slid off her pyjama bottoms as well as her undies. The two of them sat there with no bottoms. “Hey Jo,” said Ronnie suggestively. “I feel all fuckin’ raunchy.” She reached down to Jolene’s velvet strip and fiddled with her.
Jolene whined. “Noooo, Ronnie! I just want to be romantic. You can’t fuck me.”
“Oooooh! You said a swear!” Ronnie swatted at Jolene’s tit. Jolene slapped Ronnie’s boob in retaliation, which made Ronnie gasp. “How dare you!”
Jolene gave a playful slap at Ronnie’s vulva. “I just tapped it, bitch!”
Ronnie laughed as she rolled over on top of Jolene. They exchanged a kiss. The two of them had the strong smell of alcohol and mint on their breath. Because of their cognitive impairment, they jammed their tongues into each others’ mouths and whipped their heads back and forth.
Ronnie moved her head to the side while Jolene sucked on her wife’s neck. “Oh God, I love this,” moaned Ronnie. “I can feel your pussy against mine. Fuck, I love getting drunk and fucking.”
The two of them got into scissor position and rammed their mounds into each other. Ronnie stroked Jolene’s muscular calf muscle as she held on and rubbed her cunt into her lover’s hot hole.
Jolene ground her hips as she threw her head back and groaned. “This is lovely, dear treasure,” she managed. “Oh, oh, ohhh! Oh, kiss my foot!”
Ronnie took Jolene’s dainty foot and gave it a few sweet kisses, then began to lick her insole. Jolene screamed as she put her hands over her eyes. Ronnie pulled away from Jolene’s groin and got her twat up near the foot. “Let me try something,” Ronnie said in her slurred speech. She worked Jolene’s toe inside of her pussy and pushed it in and out of her. “I’m getting foot-fucked!”
Jolene sat up and stared at the spectacle. She moved her foot back and forth and watched it dip inside of Ronnie. Ronnie pulled it out and went back to running her tongue all along the smooth skin, sucking and kissing the smaller toes and occasionally sticking her tongue in between. Jolene rubbed at herself as she watched the foot worship.
Ronnie stood up on the bed and rubbed her pussy wildly. “That’s so…so fuckin’ hot,” she stammered. She rubbed herself as Jolene watched the spectacle. Ronnie’s lower part quivered and her lip curled up. Ronnie fell to her knees and howled as she came. She flopped down on the bed right next to Jolene.
Jolene enjoyed it so much that she had an orgasm after thirty seconds. Her leg trembled as she felt the dew forming on her fingers. She took some time getting her composure, then let out a contended sigh. She gave Ronnie a light tap on her cute little bottom. “That was incredible, pet.” Jolene got up on her elbows. “Veronica, sweetheart?”
Ronnie was face down in the pillow, snoring. Jolene could see a puddle of saliva forming around the fabric of the pillowcase. Jolene rolled her eyes, then turned over and fell asleep.
The two of them were not nearly as hung over as they deserved to be the next day. They went to Olivia’s Diner down the road from their house to have a late breakfast. Ronnie dove into a plate of scrambled eggs and french toast as Jolene enjoyed her grapefruit and tea.
When Monday came around, Ronnie was asked to see her supervisor, Dexter, first thing in the morning.
Ronnie sat down in the spare chair. “Dex, I know that Dayton was a bit of a bust, but I think-”
Dexter held up a hand. “Ronnie, we love having you around.”
“Uh huh,” said Ronnie, now on guard.
“It’s just that you always kind of knew this was a one year term to feel you out.” Dexter took an envelope out of his desk drawer. “Well, Lucinda is coming back from mat leave, and while we would like to keep you on, we don’t think we can fit you in.”
Ronnie’s ears began to burn. “Dex, please. Josh is an idiot, and I outsell him by nearly double.”
“Yeah, but he has seniority, and an engineering degree.” Dexter did a helpless shrug. “That kind of gives us an advantage when we deal with clients.” He handed the envelope over to Ronnie. “I think you’ll find this fair. Your commission you were back owed is in there as well.” He extended his hand, which Ronnie felt compelled to take. “Look, if you need a reference, I’ll be happy to give you one. I’m sorry about this.”
Ronnie sighed as she stood up. She looked at the envelope. “Well, at least I can go home early.”
Ronnie drove her bright pink VW home as she let the radio blared. She looked at herself in the rear-view mirror. “Can’t have a baby, can’t hold a job,” she mumbled. “Jolene’s gonna kick you out for sure.”
She got in to the house and dropped her box of personal items on the kitchen table. She went over and got her laptop, intending to update her resume. After a few hours of surfing the net, Jolene came home.
“Darling! Sweetie!” Jolene looked ready to burst. “I was accepted! They’re making me partner! Yay!” She did a dainty spin in her high heels. “This is exciting!” She stopped and stared at Ronnie, sitting on the couch. “Dear, what’s wrong?”
Ronnie pushed the hair out of her eyes. “They let me go today.”
Jolene’s mouth hung open as she went to sit down on the couch. “Oh, baby, no!” She put a hand on Ronnie’s shoulder. “Oh, how could they do that? You loved that job!”
“They told me it was just a one year term,” Ronnie said. “I guess I always knew this might happen. I just didn’t think they would keep Josh over me.” She leaned back and rested her hands on her stomach. “Dexter said I don’t have an engineering degree, so I’m no use to them.”
“Oh, dear,” Jolene said with a tone of sympathy. “Would you like to go back to school?”
Ronnie clicked her tongue. “I’m too old for that! Besides, I can’t be an engineer! I don’t know anything about programming or math.” She put her hands up to her face, then looked at Jolene. “I’m sorry.”
“No! I understand.” Jolene rubbed Ronnie’s shoulder.
“I’m useless. Can’t hold a job. Can’t…have a baby…” She looked away and blew air out of her nose.
“No, Ronnie!” Jolene took her wife’s hand. “These don’t define who you are. I don’t love you any less just because your reproductive system was compromised.”
Ronnie looked at Jolene, then managed a tiny smile. “Thanks, love.”
“You know what? Let’s go out to dinner tonight. It will take our minds off of things.” Jolene stood up and straightened her skirt out.
Jolene took Ronnie out for cheeseburgers. Jolene picked at her salad as she watched Ronnie shovel fries into her mouth like she was on death row. “Pace yourself, dear,” warned Jolene. “I know you’re a little sad about losing your job. Maybe…you want to be a housewife for a while?”
Ronnie stopped eating and glared at Jolene. “Housewife? Housewife?”
“We make plenty of money, dear,” said Jolene, trying to be reassuring. “It would be all right.”
“No, I don’t like feeling like a sponge,” replied Ronnie. “I mean, I didn’t make as much as you to begin with, and the money from the magazine pictures is drying up.”
“Maybe you want to try the modelling again?” suggested Jolene.
Ronnie sighed. “I dunno. I think the other times were a bit of a fluke. Plus, I don’t want to look like a joke. I want a real profession, y’know?”
Jolene petted Ronnie’s hand. “It will come to you, dearest.”
On Wednesday at 4 pm, Jolene showed up for her appointment with Dr. Constance Fleming. A sophisticated woman in her early fifties, Jolene admired her feminine body and smart style. Dr Fleming brought Jolene into her office and got her to sit on the couch. Despite Dr. Fleming’s reassurance, Jolene decided to lie down on the couch.
“It’s a bizarre situation now,” Jolene told the doctor. “I feel as if my own success is at the expense of poor Ronnie. Maybe I didn’t encourage her enough. She really is so beautiful, and I know if she wanted to she could take it farther.”
Dr. Fleming jotted notes as she nodded. “Jolene, just based on our session so far, I can probably assume you have telltale signs of people-pleasing. This is typically brought on by a severe trauma or abandonment issues.”
Jolene rubbed her short hair. “I think you’re right, doctor. I had a frightening time with my ex-husband. Nothing I did for him was good enough. After that, I tried so hard to look perfect, then I subjected myself to terribly humiliating sex acts.”
Dr. Fleming’s eyebrows shot up. “We have time.”
“I was always trying to bury my feelings with sex,” Jolene went on as she hugged one of the throw pillows to her chest. “I felt as if I needed to degrade myself just to get people to like me. I had boys—young boys!”
“Exactly how young?” asked Dr. Fleming.
“Oh, they were legal,” Jolene assured her. “But…barely.” She rolled her eyes. “There are a few things I haven’t even told Ronnie about yet. I mean, I just can’t. There was one boy—Preston. Oh, poor confused Preston! He was in fabulous shape. He attended the graphics arts school just down the road from here. Well, one night he asked me to peg him.”
Dr. Fleming dropped her pad. “I’m sorry—peg?” she asked as she picked up her notes.
“Yes, it’s a very loving act you can perform on a man,” Jolene described. “You simply wear a strapon and have gentle anal sex with the boy. It’s genuinely pleasurable. We only tried it a few times, then Preston abruptly stopped seeing me and moved in with that male nurse friend of his.” Jolene sat up and looked over at Dr. Fleming. “What do you think that means?”
Dr. Fleming sat with her legs crossed. “Do you think an older man would agree to pegging?” She shook her head. “Never mind. Jolene, I think we have a lot to unpack here. Would you like to meet at this same time again next week?”
“That would be wonderful, Dr. Fleming,” said Jolene as she got up off the couch.
Ronnie was not coping well with her new unemployment status. While she had been given a generous severance, she was feeling unproductive. A whole month had gone by and she received no serious callbacks on any of her applications. She was toying with the idea of having to wait tables at this point.
One day while she was home alone, the kitchen sink stopped up. Ronnie struggled to get the drain unstuck. She had a mild panic as she was afraid Jolene was going to be upset.
“Okay, girl, get a grip,” Ronnie told herself. She went to get her laptop, then found an instructional video on sinks. She got down on the floor, following along with the instructions. She ran and got the toolbox from the basement and resumed her video.
She struggled with the large monkey wrench, unsure of how to set it up on the pipe. Eventually she reached up and touched the joint. “Wait—this just unscrews!” She triumphantly unscrewed the coupler, only to get sprayed by gloopy water. “Oh, fuck!” She got a bowl to capture any of the dripping water.
She unfastened the pipe and lifted it up to the sink. She looked into the straight pipe and found the culprit. “Oh, that’s so sick!” Somehow a large clump of hair was lodged in the middle. Ronnie snaked it out and threw it away. “God, Jolene! Wash your hair in the shower like a normal person.”
After washing her hands for many minutes, Ronnie set the pipe back into place. She turned on the faucet and checked for any leaks. When she was satisfied it was tightened enough, she mopped up the remaining water under the sink with paper towels, then set everything straight again. The water ran down the drain flawlessly.
Ronnie stood wide-eyed and tried to understand. “I did it!” She put her hand over her mouth. “I actually fixed it!” She got her laptop up off of the floor, then set it on the table. The sink fixing video was one of about a hundred do-it-yourself videos in the channel. Ronnie viewed several more as she drank her coffee.
Jolene came home as usual, but she seemed flustered. Ronnie had a rainbow trout dish prepared with steamed veggies. Jolene slunk in and began to eat right away.
“This is more paperwork than I anticipated,” Jolene griped as she filled up on food. “I hope that I get caught up soon. I’m afraid it’s going to be a bit of a time investment for me.”
“I fixed the sink!” Ronnie looked pleased with herself.
“Veronica, darling!” Jolene seemed shocked. “You should have called a plumber.”
“Why?” asked Ronnie. “I can fix things!”
“Darling, no offense, but you’re an oaf.” Jolene dove back into her fish.
Ronnie sat there fuming. “Hey, you’re the one who suggested I try being a housewife for a while! I like doing things like this!”
Jolene realized she had made a terrible mistake. Her recent therapy taught her she needed to be better than this. “Dear, I’m sorry. I’m being dismissive of your needs, aren’t I? You tell me about your little plumbing job.”
“Actually, I think I’ll go watch a few more videos.” She went off to the living room with her tablet and curled up in the comfy chair.
Jolene decided to clean up as an act of reconciliation. She went in to stare at Ronnie, unsure of what to say to her. “Veronica?”
Ronnie did not look up from her pad. “Mmm?”
“Are you…upset with me?” Jolene sounded scared.
Ronnie sighed, then tossed her tablet aside. “Come here, silly.”
Jolene scurried over and reached around Ronnie’s neck. “I have to learn not to be so dismissive of you. You need my support right now.”
“I’ll be fine, Jo,” Ronnie said, reaching up to touch her arms. “You wanna go to the gym?”
The two of them worked out that night. Jolene was being overly supportive of Ronnie to the point that it weirded her out. They got in a good session, then drove home with Jolene going on about her job. She was worried about handing over some of her clients to a new employee.
The two of them got up into the house and put their gym bags in the front closet. Jolene strained her neck and rubbed at it. “Aw, dear, let me look at that,” offered Ronnie. She got in behind Jolene and rubbed and pinched with both hands as Jolene closed her eyes. Ronnie gave her several small kisses on the back of her neck as well.
Ronnie then reached in around Jolene’s waist and held her. “Are you disappointed in me?” asked Ronnie.
Jolene placed her hands on Ronnie’s. “Of course not, dearest,” she said in a soft voice. “There are setbacks in life. I’ve had so many. You’ll find something again.”
Ronnie let go and let Jolene turn around. The two of them hugged as Jolene gave Ronnie’s forehead a kiss. Ronnie rested her head on Jolene’s chest as the two of them did a small sway. “I feel better when you hold me,” confessed Ronnie. “I just…things usually just work out for me sometimes, and now it feels like I can’t do anything right!”
“Dearest!” She took Ronnie by the shoulders and looked in her eyes. “Your worth is not determined by whether you can bear a child, or if you’re unjustly let go from your job!”
Ronnie looked at the floor, then bit her lower lip. “I just want to help you.”
Jolene took Ronnie’s cheeks in her hands and gave her a huge kiss. “This is certainly helping.”
Ronnie managed a weak smile. “Do you want to go to bed?”
Jolene took Ronnie by the hand and led her to the bedroom. The two of them changed into their pyjamas and got under the covers. Ronnie rested her hand on Jolene’s stomach, running her fingers along the ridges.
“We all have anxiety, sweetie,” Jolene assured Ronnie. “I never felt like I was in good enough shape. I don’t want to scare you with some of these confessions, but I used to use pain as a motivator.”
“Whoa!” Ronnie took her hand away. “Did you hit yourself or something?”
“Sometimes, yes,” Jolene replied. “Other times I did really harmful things, like smacking my hand with a free weight.”
“Oh, Jo,” Ronnie said with fear. “You’re not still doing that, are you?”
“No, no, honey,” Jolene said. “This is some of the things I had to work out. I’m hoping Dr. Fleming will be able to help me explore some of the causes of this. I have great insecurities as you know. I just want you to know that you’re better than I am at dealing with them.”
Ronnie fumbled for words. “I don’t know how to help you, babe.”
“You don’t have to do anything, dearest.” Jolene kissed her cheek. “I’m in a real relationship now. I haven’t felt real love in so long.”
Ronnie kissed Jolene intensely, then tore off her top. Jolene sucked on Ronnie’s nipple and rubbed her thigh. She reached up and felt both of Ronnie’s D-cups. “These are so nice,” Jolene whispered. “I wish I was like you. I would be crying if I lost my job.”
Ronnie threw her head back and moaned. “It was kind of a drag anyway.” She slid off her bottoms and got her legs wide open.
“Here,” Jolene moaned. “I’ll get that.” She pulled the comforter back and got down to Ronnie’s pussy. She gave a few playful kisses on her labia before digging in deep with her tongue.
Ronnie put her hand on Jolene’s head as her face twisted and twitched. “Oh God! You certainly know how to do jobs!”
Jolene held onto Ronnie’s thighs as she lapped up the sweet honey pot. She loved the way Ronnie struggled so hard to stay still as she was getting eaten out.
Ronnie propped her legs up on Jolene’s shoulders. “Work it, girl,” she whispered as she watched the act. “Jo, you’re the best. You’re always so nice to everyone, and you’re gorgeous, and…ohhh!” Jolene made contact with the pink pearl. “Right there, please! Oh! Ohhhh! Keep going! I’m gonna make you proud of me, dear!”
Jolene kept her tongue on Ronnie’s clit while she slid her middle finger in and out of her. Ronnie’s legs twitched and jumped as she felt her climax.
Ronnie draped her arm across her forehead. “Oh wow,” she said, nearly out of breath. Jolene got up and got a glass of water from the bathroom, then walked back to the bed taking a drink. She handed the glass to Ronnie, who took a large gulp. Jolene got back into bed and took the glass away and set it on the nightstand.
“Want me to have a go?” asked Ronnie.
“I’m a little tired, hon,” Jolene replied. She gave Ronnie a huge kiss. Ronnie cuddled in to Jolene’s arm and rested her head on Jo’s boob.
“Jo, don’t hurt yourself, okay?” Ronnie’s voice was quavery. “Nobody hurts my baby.”
Jolene played with Ronnie’s hair. “I’ll try, love.”
Jolene’s next appointment with Dr. Fleming had come up, and Jolene had stretched out on the couch again.
“Jolene?” said Dr. Fleming. “We talked about this. You don’t have to-”
“I confessed to Ronnie about my self-harm,” Jolene went on. “She seemed rather nervous about my past actions, but I assured her I could overcome it.”
“That’s wonderful to hear, Jolene,” said Dr. Fleming. “We’ll be exploring these feelings through many of our sessions. Today, I wanted to focus on more of the intimacy issues you experienced.”
“Yes! The sex,” Jolene exclaimed. “Okay, so my husband was of course my first experience with a man. I think I gave in to his demands for sex mostly out of fear.”
“Was he physically violent with you?” asked Dr. Fleming.
“It was complicated,” replied Jolene. “He would like to grab and shake me most times. The violence escalated when I tried to get a job in real estate. I think he felt intimidated, like I might leave him if I became a success.”
“Interesting,” said Dr. Fleming as she jotted down some notes. “This might indicate that your anxiety about being a success is motivated by fear rather than feeling as if you deserve great things to happen. Transitioning into your new job, for example. You said you had major reservations about it.”
“I just hope it doesn’t interfere with other aspects of my life,” Jolene replied. “I like my workouts, and I need to be able to devote time to poor Ronnie.”
“That’s the fear again, Jolene,” Dr. Fleming reminded her. “We did get a bit sidetracked from your love life.”
“Right!” Jolene put her hand on her forehead. “Well! When my husband and I separated, I felt the need to try to enjoy myself. I was just so unattractive. I worked out for two years straight, getting myself in peak shape. I was not like this, you see.” She made a bicep, which was largely pointless as Jolene was wearing a blazer. “But I got thin and tight, and I felt so wonderful.”
“And what happened once you felt beautiful?” asked Dr. Fleming.
“I met a young man,” Jolene went on. “His name was Joel, and he couldn’t have been over twenty-five. He painted houses for a living, and it kept him nice and healthy. I just had sex with him right after our first date. We had a quick dinner, then he asked me up to his apartment. I was crazy for him.” She giggled. “I was so embarrassed to say that I didn’t know that women were all shaving…down there, and I was certainly not hairy, but I didn’t know they liked it all gone, right? At least the younger guys like that.”
Dr. Fleming wrote more notes.
“So he just let me take total control, because he didn’t have much more experience than I did.” Jolene unbuttoned her blazer. “Oh, his penis was just amazing. I just associated it with all the pleasant things I remembered, and just watching this strong, young man willing to do what I wanted. I bossed him around, I made him go down on me, and I covered him in chocolate sauce in the shower.”
Dr. Fleming interrupted. “I’m sorry—why chocolate sauce?”
“I happened to enjoy the taste,” Jolene responded. “I was aware of the calories, but I treated myself once in a while. Unfortunately, I had to leave Joel. I knew we had no future.”
“What happened after that?” asked Dr. Fleming.
“It was a series of meaningless sex,” Jolene continued. “One day I met a lovely young woman. She was not exactly a health enthusiast. In fact, she was a bit chubby. However, I was so drawn to her admiration of me that I decided to take her on as my kitten.”
“Uhhh…” Dr. Fleming flipped through her notes. “I have never heard this expression before.”
“Oh, it’s an expression of a subordinate,” Jolene went on. “It is not about power, however. I always assured my kittens that they would be well-protected, and I would never harm them. I loved the feeling from treating me like I was special.”
“This is interesting,” said Dr. Fleming. “It’s as if almost all of your sexual relationships were predicated on being in total control. I think this contrasts to when you were married.”
Jolene’s mouth popped open. “That must be it! This is why the kitten fantasy always held so much value to me!”
“Have you explored this particular fantasy of yours recently?” asked Dr. Fleming.
“I have,” started Jolene. “Ronnie was very reluctant to embrace it, and we have only done it a couple of times. I was the kitten once!”
“Oh, that’s very interesting,” said Dr. Fleming. “You suddenly decided with Ronnie to submit yourself. You must think very highly of her.”
Jolene gasped. “She’s the one person I trusted with that. Wow.”
“And you say she is unwilling to explore this further with you?” asked Dr. Fleming.
“No, it’s just not her thing,” Jolene responded. “But it’s all right. I don’t need to do it anymore. I don’t miss that part of my life.” She put her arms up behind her head. “I knew when I met her that she was different. I think it was that attitude where she was willing to stand up for herself. I asked her to be a kitten, and she told me no right away.”
Dr. Fleming looked at her watch. “Jolene, I am sorry, but our time is up for today.”
Jolene shot up and got her shoes on. “Oh, I’m so sorry, doctor. I do tend to ramble on.” She stood up and gave Dr. Fleming a hug. “I look forward to these appointments.”
Jolene left, while Dr. Fleming went to her desk and got out her voice recorder, then spoke into it. “May 25th, talked with patient W. Talk with agent about possible material for book.”
Ronnie had spent the better part of the afternoon working on her soldering. Her job search for the day was going worse than she had hoped, so she needed a distraction. The videos she found online were helpful enough to give her little projects to work on.
She sat on the floor of the basement, cutting up sections of copper pipe she found in the corner. She sanded and added flux, then got the handheld torch and set to work. Ronnie had trouble with keeping the solder still, but eventually she got the hang of it. After a few attempts, she was able to pour water through without finding any leaks.
Feeling good about herself, Ronnie made dinner and set the table. Jolene had come home from her therapy session, also in a cheery mood. The two of them ate and chatted. Ronnie took Jolene down to the basement to show her the lengths of pipe she was working on and her soldering job. Jolene took a genuine interest in what she was doing, although she was still unsure why she was doing it.
The next morning, Ronnie got a call from Mrs. Callaghan, Jolene’s close friend from church. “Hello, Mrs. Callaghan!” said Ronnie over the phone.
“Oh, is that Ronnie?” asked Mrs. Callaghan. She was a frail 70-year-old who sounded like she was on the verge of tears. “Ronnie, I need to talk to Jolene. My toilet is broke.”
Ronnie giggled. “Sorry, ma’am, but she’s at work. What, is your toilet not flushing or something?”
“No, dear,” she replied. “The bowl is broken and the water is spilling out.”
Ronnie’s eyes went wide. “Oh, wow! Maybe you can call a plumber?”
“They won’t come, dear!” Mrs. Callaghan sounded distraught. “Everyone is so busy.”
“Okay, I’ll come over,” said Ronnie in a rush. She had visited her house a few times before. She drove off in her pink VW and made it in a short time.
Ronnie was let in by Mrs. Callaghan, who took her into the bathroom. The drain in the tile floor was working, but there was still a great deal of water in there. Ronnie got her socks off and went in to turn off the water valve.
Mrs. Callaghan was not exaggerating about the toilet. It looked as if the porcelain had been smashed with a hammer. “What happened?” asked Ronnie.
“It was my new shower curtain,” replied Mrs. Callaghan. “It brought the rod down, then the bowl broke on me. Oh, thank you for coming! I was unsure who else to call.”
Ronnie got the rest of the water sopped up with some ratty old towels, then she inspected the toilet. “You have to get a new one. I mean…I think I can install it.”
“Would you be a dear and pick one up for me?” asked Mrs. Callaghan.
Ronnie agreed, and drove down to the hardware store and picked out a nice one for her. She made sure that she picked up an extra set of bolts in case she broke the existing ones, as well as some work gloves. She brought it back and pulled up the old toilet, then dropped it off at the edge of her driveway.
Ronnie got the disgusting wax ring off of the floor and installed the new fresh one, then laid the toilet in and bolted it down. The late Mr. Callaghan had plenty of tools available in his garage. After a few attempts at stopping up the leaks, Ronnie gave it a test flush and saw that it worked perfectly.
Mrs. Callaghan was so grateful that she made Ronnie lunch. She was doting over her like a sweet grandma.
“Oh, and I must say, I was so glad that Jolene found someone to care for her,” Mrs. Callaghan went on. “I’m from another generation, dear, so when I heard she married another woman…well, I was shocked for sure. Jolene is so beautiful that it seemed silly she didn’t marry a man!”
Ronnie laughed. “Well, she was married to a man before. This time she got it right.”
“I think it’s so great that you can do things like this! I so rarely see women getting in the trades, even to this day!” Mrs. Callaghan poured Ronnie another glass of iced tea. “Now how much do I owe you?” She went to get her purse.
“Oh, the toilet was a hundred,” said Ronnie, taking another bite of her tuna sandwich.
Mrs. Callaghan came back and gave Ronnie a hundred, then gave her an extra two hundred. Ronnie looked at the bills. “What?” Ronnie looked shocked. “I didn’t…I mean…”
“Now I insist,” scolded Mrs. Callaghan. “You were so nice and prompt, and I think it’s great you can do things like this.” She chuckled. “I guess this is from all that being with women stuff, right?”
“No!” Ronnie laughed again. “I was never very handy, but now that I tried it, it’s not so scary!”
Ronnie thanked Mrs. Callaghan again, then got up to leave. “Oh, leave your phone number, dear,” Mrs. Callaghan requested. Ronnie jotted down her number and gave it to her. “I have a few friends who need things done. I swear, the tradesmen I work with are so rude and don’t explain things to you. But you come off as so nice and professional!”
Ronnie smiled and said thanks, then made her way out the door. She drove home, then played with the bills she was given. She sat at her computer that afternoon and did some research.
Jolene came home to rabbit stew. Ronnie told her about how quick she was able to help out Mrs. Callaghan.
“Ronnie, that is so sweet of you,” said Jolene. “Poor thing was probably scared out of her wits. And to think that no one was able to come out to help her!”
“Yeah, she said that happens a lot,” Ronnie said. “Oh, but…I can’t do this for long. I mean…you need to have licences or something.”
Jolene was in the middle of taking a huge bite, but she stiffened and her eyes went wide. “No!” She managed to gulp down her food. “No, in Arizona, you don’t need a licence to do certain work. You can tender job offers for less than a thousand dollars with parts and labour. It’s very well-known for those of us in the real estate market.”
Ronnie sat there with her mouth open. “So I could just start taking jobs?” She put her hand on her forehead. “Oh my God! This could be so easy!”
“Well, dear, you might have to get some capital investment first,” Jolene informed her. “Are you really going to go to work sites in a pink Beetle?”
“Works for Mighty Maid!” Ronnie thought it over. “Nah, but you’re right. I have to look into this more.”
The next day, the calls started coming. Mrs. Callaghan’s recommendations came in for certain jobs, and Ronnie gladly accepted them. She arranged seven appointments for the week, ranging from installing new toilets and light fixtures to replacing drywall. Ronnie would spend the time with her phone in hand, watching the video on how to do it. She was also adept at reading the instructions on just about everything she purchased. At the end of the week, she had made fifteen hundred dollars.
Ronnie wanted to celebrate, so she took Jolene out to a fine Italian restaurant. She felt so proud of herself for having worked toward something.
“I have such a great angle, too—I’m a girl contractor!” Ronnie drank down her wine. “Everyone trusts me, and the women feel more at ease when I’m there.”
“Darling, I am so proud of you,” said Jolene. “See? I knew you could do it.”
The two of them wanted to get away for a bit, so they rented a suite downtown. Although Ronnie felt uncomfortable splurging, Jolene assured her it was no problem. The room was huge, and it reminded Ronnie of the time they shared a room in Atlanta. She dashed out by the patio to find the hot tub.
“I brought a spare suit,” Jolene called out from the bathroom. “Get it warmed up, dear.”
Ronnie fiddled with the controls long enough to get the temperature up. After ten minutes, Jolene came out in her zebra-print two-piece. Ronnie stood and watched her muscular wife glide her way out onto the deck, then slide gently into the steamy water. She hissed as she got in, then appeared to relax.
Jolene leaned back and propped up her thick arms up along the sides of the tub. “Ooh,” she moaned. “Darling, go get changed!” She looked in behind her. “Oh, the deck is so covered here. I like the privacy.”
Ronnie looked, then got an inspiration. “I’ll be right back!” She dashed back into the room.
After a few minutes, Jolene looked up to see Ronnie walking out on the deck completely naked, her long brown hair tied up on top of her head. She was doing little hops, which made her boobs bounce and jiggle.
“Veronica!” Jolene looked around in a panic. “Someone will see you!”
Ronnie climbed in, sucking her teeth and making quick pants. “Hot, hot, HOT!” She sat down and let out a tiny scream. After a minute she relaxed and let out a gentle sigh of relief.
Jolene slid over next to Ronnie and threw an arm around her. “Is my hard working girl getting more relaxed?”
“Yeah,” Ronnie whispered near Jolene’s face. She nuzzled Jolene’s ear, then let her hands wander under the bubbly water. “Thanks for bringing me out here.”
Jolene let her head rest on the edge of the tub while Ronnie kissed and groped. She moved over and straddled Jolene, letting her tits bob just below the water line.
“You’re never modest, darling,” Jolene whispered as she rubbed Ronnie’s back. “I love that about you so much.”
Ronnie draped her arms around Jolene’s shoulders and looked into her beautiful blue eyes. “Are you feeling relaxed, baby?”
Jolene was getting super excited. This was so much like her recent encounter with the stripper, only Ronnie had so much more to her—natural breasts, a girl-next-door adorable face, a sharp intelligence, and a sweet demeanour. “I love you,” Jolene told her. “I love you so much.”
The two of them wrapped arms around each other and kissed. Ronnie lifted up enough to reveal her breasts, now shiny and wet. Jolene stared down and played with the globes, rubbing her thumbs on her nipples. Ronnie watched as Jolene enjoyed herself.
“You wanna come back to the tub later?” asked Ronnie.
Jolene nodded, then the two of them got out of the tub. Jolene followed behind Ronnie, watching her cute little ass ripple as she ran in. Ronnie laughed as she got past the door.
“Hell with it,” Jolene muttered. “Let ’em see.” She reached out and gave Ronnie a playful slap on the butt. Ronnie squealed and giggled.
Jolene moved in and put her hands on Ronnie’s hips. She kissed the back of Ronnie’s neck, just in the spot she liked. Jolene worked her way down to the small of Ronnie’s back while she put her palms on Ronnie’s buttocks. Ronnie was moaning and twitching the entire time.
Jolene undid her top and let it fall to the floor, then stood up and moved to Ronnie’s front. She took Ronnie’s cheeks and kissed her. Ronnie reached down and slid off Jolene’s bottoms.
“We’re still wet,” Ronnie said with a laugh. The two of them got the soft towels from the bathroom and dried each other off, then got into the bed. The sheets were some of the smoothest that Jolene had ever felt.
Ronnie rested her hand on Jolene’s tight stomach. “Je veux faire l’amour avec vous.”
Jolene’s eyes went wide as she sunk her head into her pillow. “Oh my God! You make me wild when you speak French, dear.”
Ronnie smiled. “Tu me rends sauvage de luxure.” She leaned in and got next to Jolene’s ear, then reached down and stroked her pussy. “Votre corps est beau.”
Jolene moaned and humped her ass up and down while Ronnie stroked away. “You’re doing great, sweetie,” she moaned. “Ohhh! Please, let me taste you.”
Ronnie got into position on top as they went for the sixty-nine. Ronnie rubbed up and down along Jolene’s muscular thighs as she let her tongue lap up and down her twat. Her face was twitching as she felt the lashing she was getting. She wished she could watch her strong love performing on her.
Ronnie was having trouble performing on Jolene at this point, and she held onto her legs and moaned while Jolene ate her out. She let her fingers rub along Jolene’s fat labia as fast as she could manage. Jolene seemed to be enjoying herself.
After several minutes, Ronnie got herself spun around and mounted Jolene. She rocked back and forth. “Ride ’em, cowgirl!” Ronnie reached up and let her hair down, then rubbed her pussy back and forth. The two of them humped each other, with Jolene feeling up Ronnie’s tits.
Ronnie leaned forward and kissed Jolene as the two of them humped each other. Jolene played with Ronnie’s ass while Ronnie rubbed Jolene’s meaty shoulders. “Take me over the edge, babe,” Ronnie begged. Jolene humped her ass up, making Ronnie feel like she was riding a mechanical bull. “Oh yeah!” she wailed. “That’s it!”
Ronnie shook and gasped as she tightened her thighs around Jolene. She steadied herself for a minute, then moved down and licked Jolene’s pussy. Jolene placed a gentle hand on Ronnie’s head, letting her own orgasm build up. She let go, making her legs twitch and shake. Ronnie got up near her and calmed her down. The two of them laid there naked and sweaty.
After about ten minutes, they looked at each other and giggled. “You think the tub is still warm?” asked Ronnie.
Jolene bolted up. “Let’s go see!” Jolene ran out totally bare-ass and got in. “Woo! It sure is!”
“Whoa!” Ronnie was impressed with Jolene’s sudden brazen attitude. She ran out as well and got in the tub. The two of them kissed and fondled, then Jolene turned Ronnie around and started to ram her from behind. Ronnie leaned forward and propped herself on the tub edge as she grunted and moaned.
Jolene looked down and saw Ronnie’s shiny ass ripple from banging her from behind. “Oh God,” she panted. “What if someone sees us?”
Ronnie’s tits flopped back and forth as she got bumped from behind. “Who fuckin’ cares? Just don’t stop, baby! Oh, oh, ohhh! You fuck so good, babe!”
Jolene was nearly out of control as she watched the water around her splash and the steam coming off of the surface. She suddenly stiffened, then she collapsed on top of Ronnie.
“Whoa, girl!” Ronnie got Jolene to sit down in the tub. “Are you okay? It’s too warm in here, isn’t it?”
Jolene panted and nodded, so they climbed out again. Ronnie turned off the jets, then got Jolene in and dried her off again. Jolene got into bed as Ronnie turned on the air conditioning, then got a bottle of water from the fridge. She gave some to Jolene and took a gulp herself. The two of them spooned together and got some rest.
Jolene was at her appointment later in the week, stretched out on the couch as usual. Dr. Fleming was leaned in, prepared to dive into more of Jolene’s background.
“The hardest part about the fitness circuit was there were so many wonderful men you wanted to get with,” Jolene said. “These were absolute titans of manhood, and I had to restrain myself in most cases.”
“Why was that?” asked Dr. Fleming.
“It would be too awkward to see them all at the shows, every year, time after time. Besides which,we knew each other so well. I know that sounds bizarre, but it would almost be like sleeping with family. We all relied on each other for support and encouragement.” She placed her hands on her chest. “Of course, the absolute love of my life was Brent. Oh, I adored that man. You know the types who make you nervous, even after having known them for years? He was so muscular and handsome and sensitive…ohhh.”
“You knew this Brent for some time, I take it,” added Dr. Fleming.
“Oh yes,” replied Jolene. “I went to one of his gyms while I was in Texas. He must have seen something in me, like my potential. He would always come out of his office and look for me, then give me tips on how to build muscle and adjusting my diet.” She fiddled with her fingertips. “I felt ugly before I knew him. My husband would always tell me this, but Brent told me right to my face how gorgeous I was.”
“So you started to see him as a saviour, or a white knight,” concluded Dr. Fleming. “This is quite normal for anyone to harbour these feelings.”
“I can’t say for sure what it is I felt for him,” Jolene went on. “While I was married, I made a pass at him.” She covered her eyes. “Oh, who am I kidding? I threw myself at him. It was probably the most shameful thing I ever did. He was sitting in his office, and I let myself in. He was so nice to me, and I just lunged forward and attacked him! I mean, what kind of person am I?”
“Did he forgive you?” asked Dr. Fleming.
“Oh, we were friends for many years after that,” Jolene assured her. “He was so understanding, but he was adamant that I not cheat on my husband.” She shook her head. “Then I found out recently of his infidelity, and I just had to wonder. Maybe…people change after a while. I certainly have!”
“Could you describe more about your relationship with Brent?” asked Dr. Fleming.
“Oh, he was married a little while after I had jumped at him, maybe a year,” Jolene continued. “I was at the wedding. Honey was the most beautiful bride I ever saw, except for my Veronica. I know how it sounds, but I was happy for them. Happy for him.” She sniffed, then touched her face. She suddenly realized she was crying. Dr. Fleming handed her a box of tissues, and she accepted one. “I saw him first!” Jolene dabbed at her eyes.
“I take it you weren’t as happy as you had said earlier,” Dr. Fleming noted.
“No,” Jolene admitted. “He was going to be mine. I was getting in great shape for him, and becoming a success, and what happens? Little Miss Perky shows up and snatches him away.” Jolene exhaled. “I shouldn’t be mad. Honey was always so sweet to me. I think she knew I wanted to sleep with Brent. It only made it more awkward the time I saw her having sex with the stripper.”
Dr. Fleming’s pen slipped off the page. “I beg your pardon?”
Jolene clicked her tongue. “Oh, that was my bachelorette party. She was having doggy-style sex while my friend Carol sat next to her. Carol had sex, too. Then the two of them had sex later on.” She waved her hand. “But that’s a story for another day.”
Dr. Fleming took a tissue and dabbed at her forehead. “Please continue. Please.”
“I was terribly depressed right after the wedding,” Jolene said. “I had to go do a meet in Memphis a week afterwards. I had to get my bronzer applied, and the only person I could find was Walter.” She smacked her lips. “Walter was this…large, beautiful African American gentleman. I was hanging out of the door of my hotel room wearing nothing but my competition outfit when I called him over to ask for help. Oh, he was so nice! Anyway, he came in, and I asked him to apply the cream to my legs and back.”
Dr. Fleming leaned in. “I am always here to listen, Jolene.”
“He was very thorough with doing my lower back, then he made his way down to my thighs.” Jolene heaved a sigh and rolled her eyes. “I was bent over the desk in the room with my back to him. Right as he made it down to my ankles, I asked if he would please have sex with me.” She sputtered. “Well, I didn’t say it like that. I told him to fuck me. I pulled my little panties down and told him to do it. Do you know what he did?”
Dr. Fleming adjusted herself in her chair. “Uh, no?”
“He pulled down his little shorts, and he fucked me.” Jolene exhaled and covered her eyes. “He stuck that penis in me, and it felt great. I think maybe he was erect before I had asked. I think about Walter quite often. But the worst part was what I said to him.”
“Oh dear,” said Dr. Fleming. “Was it of a racial nature?”
Jolene gasped. “Dear, no! No, I asked if I could call him Brent. He said sure. So I would call out, ‘Fuck me, Brent! Give me that cock!’ Then he was ready to finish, and I was so eager that I swallowed his ejaculate.”
Dr. Fleming was the one to exhale now. “Jolene, if you ever feel uncomfortable with these discussions, or wish to gloss over some of the finer details…”
Jolene sat up and looked over her shoulder. “Oh, doctor! I am sorry. Am I making you uncomfortable?”
“I am a trained therapist, Jolene,” Dr. Fleming said. “I have heard a lot of personal details in my life. I am just making the suggestion if you are feeling like you need to overshare.”
“No, I’m fine,” said Jolene as she settled back into the couch. “Oh, Walter. It was the exact scenario I had feared, where Walter and I would see each other at the meets, and we would be so awkward and uncertain of each other.” She chuckled. “He really did have a nice penis. I mean, it was not the largest I ever had. I only ever had sex with one other African American gentleman, and one woman. It is quite an experience, however. I would have gladly had more.”
Dr. Fleming scribbled furiously. “I think we should get back to the issue with Brent. Did your experience with Walter help you at all?”
“Well, in a sense, it did!” Jolene covered her mouth to laugh. “But it was also so sad for me that I was almost ready to quit competitive bodybuilding altogether. I would see Brent as well at the meets, and I would already be so sad about his marriage, and then to think how I used poor Walter.”
“Perhaps,” started Dr. Fleming, “you were trying to use every other sexual partner as a substitute for Brent as well?”
Jolene gasped. “Doctor! That is brilliant! I always felt as if I was simply exploring, but now that I think about it, I was just trying to bury myself. It’s like it was all just a meaningless distraction.”
“And now you know that being in a loving relationship with two equals is the healthiest place you could be,” said Dr. Fleming. “Veronica sounds like a lovely young woman.”
Jolene smiled. “Yes, she is. I have told her on occasion that she’s saved me. I can’t tell you yet why. I know that I’ve shared a lot with you so far, but…for another time.”
Dr. Fleming nodded. “You may take your time, Jolene.”
“I didn’t get to tell you yet about my weekend with Ronnie.” Jolene sat up on the couch. “Oh, we were on the deck of our hotel room, and we were completely naked in the hot tub, right out in the open! Oh, I felt so sexy out there! Seriously, it was an amazing feeling.”
Dr. Fleming held up her hands. “Jolene? Perhaps we can stay on topic.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry, Dr. Fleming,” said Jolene. “Perhaps we can wrap up early for today?”
“If you say so.” Dr. Fleming got up with Jolene, and Jolene went in for another bear hug. Dr. Fleming grunted from the crushing arms.
As Jolene left, Dr. Fleming dialed her husband on the phone. “Marshall? Would you like to stay at a hotel this Saturday?…No, it’s not any special occasion…Okay, you go ahead and book it…Oh, and please make sure they have a hot tub.”
Ronnie’s small business was nearly set. She had gotten her business licence, bought some new tools, and set up a modest website. She also purchased a CubeScan to attach to her phone to allow for swiping credit and debit cards.
Jolene came home and studied Ronnie’s screen. “Oh, you even made a little logo!”
“Yeah,” chuckled Ronnie. “I found this app that lets you cartoon-ify your face.” Ronnie’s picture looked like a comic strip version of her half-smirk. “I just added it in. Maybe I’ll put it on business cards or something.”
Jolene patted Ronnie’s shoulder. “Will you come with me to the Mercedes dealership this weekend, dear?” asked Jolene.
Ronnie rolled her eyes. “Are you getting a new one already?”
Jolene tittered. “Something like that.”
The next day, Jolene’s associates brought her into the the boardroom at her firm to sign the contracts cementing the new role as partner. Jolene sat nervously while Georgette and Philip came in, laughing.
“Oh, Jolene,” said Georgette as they sat down. “We’re really glad you’re moving forward with this. We’re both really excited to be taking you on.”
Jolene smiled. “Well, I can’t wait, either.”
“We’re really happy that you can lend your unique lifestyle to our team, too,” chimed in Philip.
Jolene sat still. “Uh…my lifestyle?”
“Well, sure!” Philip clicked the pen and handed it to Jolene. “Listen—the Pride parade is coming up next month, and we’d be really thrilled if you were to be our mascot for our float!”
Jolene exhaled. “Oh dear,” she said. “Am I being taken on because of my…personal life?”
“Oh! No, no!” Philip appeared apologetic. “It certainly doesn’t hurt things, though. It’s like a little bonus.”
Jolene clicked the pen again, then laid it down. “Actually, I think someone like Lawrence Jackson might be a better fit for this role.”
“We were very much on the fence between you and Lawrence,” said Georgette. “Okay, so he’s been with the firm much longer, but we know that you have some great qualities, too, and we can see how great you are at selling.”
Jolene pushed the contracts away gently. “I don’t think I’m ready for this just yet.”
“But Jolene!” protested Philip. “This means no more meeting with buyers! No worrying about commissions!”
Jolene shook her head. “I think I’m just not ready right now. I like meeting with people and arranging the showings.” She lowered her head and smiled. “Please tell Lawrence that he was your first choice.”
Philip and Georgette glanced at each other, then shrugged. “Well, we’re really sorry to hear this, Jolene,” said Georgette. “But, thanks for your honesty. No offence taken on our part.”
Jolene stood up and shook hands with the two of them. “Well, I had better get back to it. I have an appointment at two.” Jolene smoothed out her skirt and walked out of the boardroom, then marched into her office. She sat down at her desk and folded her hands in front of her.
“This feels crazy,” she said to herself.
Jolene went home and told Ronnie about how she had rejected the partnership. Ronnie gawked at her with disbelief, but eventually realized why she did it.
“I did not work this hard to be a token hire,” stated Jolene. “Lawrence is a fine man. Plus, I think it would benefit the company more to have an African American who has great business skills. I think it will have more significance than hiring some silly lesbian.”
“Oh wow,” said Ronnie. “I guess I never thought about it, but I kinda used the woman angle to get my business going. Now I feel kinda bad.”
Jolene petted her hand. “Don’t say that! You can do a great job for people because you work hard and make them feel like they can trust you. You’ll be filling a role that’s traditionally under-represented by females. Oh, and the thought of having been paraded around like that! Ugh. Just because I happen to enjoy the company of a woman.”
“But it would have been better money, right?” asked Ronnie.
“Slightly better money,” corrected Jolene. “It is a lot of pressure, however. There’s still property management and labour laws to learn.” She twisted up her lips. “Plus I never went to college. It reminded me of what happened to you at your job. I was never really sure about the position.”
Ronnie smiled and gave Jolene a hug and a smooch.
On Saturday, the two of them took Jo’s Mercedes to the dealership. Ronnie waited in the showroom while Jolene went to discuss the details with the sales associate.
Ronnie folded her arms. “She could have at least asked me what colour I wanted,” she griped.
Jolene came out several minutes later. “Veronica, dear? Come have a look.”
Ronnie reluctantly got up. She had in her mind a stern lecture intended for Jolene about involving the wife in major decisions. The two of them walked out to the crowded lot.
There sat a white cargo van, shiny and flawless. Jolene held up a set of keys.
Ronnie looked at Jolene. “Jo? This thing really isn’t your style.”
Jolene laughed. “No, silly. I wasn’t ever changing my car. This is for you. I signed the lease.”
Ronnie looked back at the van. “This is mine?” She took the keys, then squealed and gave Jolene a hug, one that nearly crushed her. She leaped away and went to check out the interior.
“Oh my,” gasped Jolene. “That’s what that feels like?”
Ronnie inspected all the points of the van. The dealership had arranged for shelving in the back as well for holding tools and parts. It was everything Ronnie needed.
The two of them drove their respective vehicles back home. Ronnie gave Jolene a huge kiss in the driveway.
“I also have another surprise for you in the house,” said Jolene. The two of them went in, and Jolene retrieved the large box from her closet. “Now go try it on.”
Ronnie came out a few minutes later, and Jolene’s eyes nearly popped out. “It looks perfect!” shouted Jolene.
Ronnie had on a red jumpsuit with pockets all along the legs. “Look!” Ronnie pointed to her chest. “Even a nametag. It says…RONNIE!” The two of them laughed. “Babe, this is excellent. I’m going to get this really dirty and gross.”
“Oh, that’s nice, dear,” said Jolene. “I also submitted your idea for the business card to a decal company, and they’ll have it ready for you for next week.”
Ronnie busted out laughing. “The cartoon me? Ohhhh, that’s…” She thought it over. “That might be good! Yeah!”
The two of them kissed and hugged, keeping it going for some time. “Say, Ronnie,” said Jolene with a sly tone. “Maybe…you want to have some fun with the outfit?” She whispered into Ronnie’s ear.
Ronnie pulled back and shook her head suggestively. “You go get ready!”
Jolene sprinted to the bedroom, then stripped off her clothes and got into her silk teddy. Her large arms and chest made the teddy tight on her body. “They need sleepwear for bodybuilders,” sighed Jolene.
There was a knock at the door. Jolene dashed to the bed and struck a sexy pose. “Come in!”
The door opened, and Ronnie stood there with her jumpsuit zipped nearly down to the navel. Her breasts were nearly falling out. “Oh! Sorry, ma’am. Your husband said something about your shower?”
Jolene put her hand to her mouth. “Goodness! How dare you barge in here like this? I could have been naked!”
Ronnie shrugged. “Eh, nothin’ I haven’t seen before, sugar tits.” She looked over her shoulder. “I think he went to the bar. Guess that leaves you and me here alone.”
Jolene swooped her legs over and got to her feet. She flexed her biceps. “Do I look like someone who needs a plumber?”
Ronnie whistled. “No, ‘cuz you’re haulin’ around some big pipes.” She made her way into the bedroom and closed the door behind her, leaning on it. “Not gettin’ enough of the good stuff at home, doll?”
Jolene made her way over, rubbing her thighs together with every step. “Oh, it’s been so lonely these past few weeks. Sometimes a girl just wonders what it would be like, having some soft, delicate fingers on me.” She got in behind Ronnie and put her hands on Ronnie’s shoulders. “Wow! Do you always wear your uniform this loose?”
Ronnie reached down and felt in behind to stroke Jolene’s hips. “It just gets so hot working with my hands all day. Know what I mean?”
“Why, you naughty handywoman,” scolded Jolene. She played with Ronnie’s long brown hair. “You had better not be doing this with any other clients.”
Ronnie turned around. “I’m making a special exception in your case.” She reached up and let her finger pull up the tiny strap on Jolene’s slip. “Let’s just forget the bathroom for now. I want to inspect your other pipe.”
Jolene acted shocked. “I can’t believe you would take advantage of a vulnerable woman like myself!”
Ronnie took both of Jolene’s hands, then pinned them up near her head as pushed her up to the door. She leaned in close. “You wanna fool around?” She kissed Jolene, then pulled away. “Thank you for the van.”
Jolene smiled and crinkled up her nose. “You are quite welcome.” The two of them kissed again. Ronnie released Jolene’s hands, which promptly found their way inside Ronnie’s jumpsuit.
Ronnie pulled back and grabbed the two sides of her open suit. “Is this what you wanted to see? Huh?”
Jolene nodded excitedly, then Ronnie let out a shout as she ripped the top open. Her sleeves dangled beside her as she rubbed at her tits and stomach. “Oh, that feels so much better!” Ronnie rested her hand on her hip. “A girl’s gotta cut loose once in a while, right?”
Jolene exhaled and smiled. “Oh, I know exactly what you mean!” She stepped in and kissed Ronnie again, grabbing a handful of her ass. After a couple of minutes of smooching, Jolene reached down and pulled her slip off over her head, then tossed it away.
Ronnie smiled and shook her head. “Each time I see it, I can’t believe it.” She put her hands on her hips. “So who gets to give and who receives?”
“My working girl earned it,” said Jolene, planting a small tender kiss on Ronnie’s lips. She went to the dresser and got the blue feeldoe, then brought it over. Ronnie accepted.
“Where do you want me?” asked Jolene.
Ronnie cocked her head at the bed. “Get on all fours.”
Jolene obliged, jumping up and getting herself into doggy. Ronnie slipped out of her jumpsuit and sucked on her tool. She pulled it out with a satisfying smack of her lips. “Will you ever take the partnership?”
“Someday,” replied Jolene in a chirpy tone. Ronnie loved watching Jolene’s plump lips while she had her tight ass raised in the air.
Ronnie inserted the cock into her, then looked down at it and wagged it back and forth with her hips. “I’m gonna charge ninety dollars an hour! It all goes right in my pocket!”
Jolene looked over her shoulder. “I’m proud of you, dear!”
Ronnie got up onto the bed on her knees. She held onto Jolene’s hips for a bit, still smiling. “This is all just playing, right?”
“Yes, dear!” Jolene wiggled her bottom to indicate she was ready.
Ronnie held onto the unit and pushed it in, going nice and slowly. Jolene made a squeal as she pushed forward slightly. Ronnie kept her hands resting on Jolene’s ass as she moved back and forth. She gazed at Jolene’s thick back while she fucked her gorgeous wife.
“I’m so proud of you, love!” Jolene moaned. She stretched out her arms in front of her and leaned in, tightening her muscles. “You’re so brilliant! I’m so happy for you!”
Ronnie stepped up the pace and let out a whoop. “Oh, baby! You’re really pushing my love button!” She held on with one hand as she pounded Jolene’s box. Her chest was getting sweaty as she humped away.
Jolene’s torso flopped down while she left her ass up in the air. She shoved back against Ronnie’s hips as she grunted and growled. “Yes, darling! Yes! Who’s my hot little slut?”
Ronnie growled. “I’m the fuckin’ slut!” She gave Jolene a gentle tap on the ass. “God, do you know how good this looks?”
Jolene’s left leg extended out and shook. “Darling! I need to stop for a minute!”
Ronnie pulled out and let Jolene lie down on the bed. Ronnie got the instrument out of her and put it into Jolene. She patted Jolene’s tummy. “You just lie there and relax. I’ll take it from here.” She leaned down and sucked the blue dick while Jolene held her hair back.
Jolene watched the spectacle. “Oh, baby doll. I love watching you suck me off.”
Ronnie took the cock out of her mouth and went up for a kiss. “It’s all for you, dear,” she whispered. “I love the way you fuck me. You’re so gentle with me.” The two of them kissed for some time as Jolene played with Ronnie’s tits. Ronnie reached down and jerked the fake cock off.
Ronnie pulled back and got on top of Jolene, inserting the cock inside of her. She let out a small squeak as she felt it pop inside of her, then made a look of satisfaction. “Got it,” she whispered. She humped her pussy up and down slowly, then quickened her pace. She leaned back and propped herself up with her arms, really sticking out her big tits to give her lover a good look.
Jolene held onto the headboard with one arm as Ronnie fucked away. She felt up Ronnie’s tits with her free hand, loving the slippery texture. “You’re really getting worked up, darling,” moaned Jolene. The feel of Ronnie’s clam mashing into her own was driving her crazy, as well as the holding end of the feeldoe rubbing her insides.
Ronnie placed her feet on Jolene’s thighs in order to make herself fuck even faster. She leaned forward and stared Jolene in the eye while she bobbed up and down. Jolene put her hands on Ronnie’s waist and held on as she thrusted her hips up and down to give Ronnie the full brunt.
Ronnie bounced up and down seemingly out of control. “Oh God!” she moaned. “Oh God! It’s happening! Unnnh!” Her thighs tightened and quivered as she looked down at the rubber penis penetrating her. Her eyes rolled up as she collapsed to the side.
Jolene laughed as she stared up at the ceiling. She slowly pulled the fake cock out of her, then let it roll to the side. She placed her hand on Ronnie’s cute ass and rubbed. “There’s my hard-working girl. I think you’re going to do well.”
Ronnie rolled over and threw both an arm and leg over Jolene’s body. She sighed and snuggled her head into Jolene’s arm. “Get some rest, baby.”
Jolene yawned. “Yes, it is getting late.”
Ronnie chuckled. “No. I mean you’re doing me again in ten minutes.”