Jake led Darlene through the maze of old junk that scattered the floor of the old warehouse. She was getting a serious lump in her throat and she almost tripped over her high heels a few times in the dusk. The air was chilling and Darlene crossed her arms to cover her increasingly visible nipples.
"Jake, this isn't funny anymore, where are we going?" she lamented as they approached the door.
Jake didn't answer. He just unlocked a padlock hanging from a rusty bracket and swung the creaking door open. "Ladies first!" he said, bidding Darlene to enter with a sarcastic low bow.
The estranged trophy wife entered the dark room a bit hesitantly and, as she passed Jake, he swung his large hand and gave her ass a hard slap that echoed between the walls.
"Ouch! What are you doing!?" Darlene whined, but Jake just chuckled.
"Welcome to casa el Jake," Jake said and lit a rickety floor-lamp next to the door.
Darlene looked around the dimly lit room. It was kind of small and must have been some kind of office at one time, but its present state could best be described as a something between a sloppy dorm room and a downtown crack den. A large, shabby-looking couch took up most of the opposite wall. In front of it was a antiquated tv-set and a small, littered table, dominated by a huge glass bong. The floor was littered with empty beer cans, greasy pizza cartons and all sorts of junk and garbage.
”Y-you live here?” Darlene asked with an appalled voice.
”I know, pretty sweet, huh?” Jake said. ”I hang out here now and then. Somtimes with my bros, sometimes with my hoes. Sometimes by myself when the old man is getting on my nerves,” Jake explained and crashed down on the couch.
”Get your sweet ass over here,” he said. Jake grinned and patted the cushion next to him.
Darlene tripped through the debris on the floor. As she looked down she saw several condom wrappers with the letters ”XL” as well as a pair of left behind black thong panties.
Darlene pulled at her unruly short dress again and sat down on the edge of the stained couch, keeping her distance from Jake. An few akward seconds of silence followed, and Darlene's uneasiness didn't wane when she saw some DVD-covers cluttering the table in front of her. Her eyes involuntarily wandered over the titles. ”Double D housewives 2”, ”Cheating Nextdoor Mamas 5”, ”Black Cock Craving Big Titted Anal Housewhores 37”... Darlene blushed and looked away.
"Yeah, I'm a bit of a movie buff," Jake commented. ”So, Mrs. Smith...” Jake stretched his arm along the backrest of the couch. ”Since you were all dressed up and had no place to go, I thought I'd treat you to a little party, just the two of us.” Jake smiled and fished up two cans from a big beer box from some cheap brand, ”Come on, move a little closer to your party pal Jake here!”
”Uhm, that's sweet, Jake, but it's late and I really don't think that...”
”Oh, come on Mrs. Smith, relax! You need to take your mind off things. Things like housework, your absent husband, little Tommy... and things like emails being sent to the wrong recipients...”
Darlene froze when she realized, once again, that she didn't have a choice. She moved a little closer.
”Much better! Here, let me open this for you,” Jake said and handed a beer to Darlene, while opening it. The over pressurized can exploded with a fizzing sound and Darlene flinched as beer sprayed up in her face and over her dress.
”Oops, my bad! But I bet you don't mind getting it in the face, huh!”
Jake laughed out loud as Darlene wiped her blushing face. Jake lifted his beer in a toast.
”Here's to us!” he said and looked at our busty heroine with voracious glint.
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