He arrived on time to Judith, carrying both a sports bag and his cello … though he owed Jay one.
Thanks to his help in finally giving him the Strength Stat, he lifted it even more easily.
Judith opened the door before he even rang it, and Ethan’s brain needed a moment.
Her hair was down, slightly wavy.
She wore light but alluring makeup.
She was wearing a sundress.
It was pale yellow, fitted through the waist, though with a shorter than usual and deeper neckline.
She looked beautiful, but the real difference was expression.
She looked … relaxed.
It was an unfamiliar expression on her face.
“Hi,” she said, with the nervous energy of a woman who had spent a day choosing her dress.
“You look incredible,” he said.
Her relief was intense, afraid of his rejection.
“It’s just a sundress.”
“It’s a beautiful sundress, hiding an even more beautiful body,” he said as he stepped inside, closed the door behind him, and dropped his stuff.
“Barely hiding, I might add.
Perfect choice,” he teased.
She smiled wide, the kind that leveraged facial muscles she hadn’t moved for years.
He closed the distance, and kissed her.
She immediately melted against him, giggling when he easily lifted her, her legs wrapping around him.
They kissed for a while before he pulled back.
“Thanks,” she muttered, then she looked down and saw his stuff.
“What are those?” she asked.
“It’s something I prepared for the evening, assuming you want to spend it with your son.
I know it’s not appropriate for him to meet with me,” he said.
Judith sighed.
“Thank you for being understanding.
It’s not about you, but…”
“You don’t want his sense of normalcy to be broken any more than expected.
That’s very understandable,” he said.
“Thank you for being understanding.
Too bad my idiot ex-husband didn’t get the memo before introducing his bimbo to Jake,” she said, then sighed.
“What’s with the cello?
Do you play somewhere?”
“No.
I plan to play in the street.
It’s a good way to get some extra cash,” he said.
That made her pause.
“Do you need … money?” she whispered, clearly ready to offer some.
He smiled, amused at just how quickly she was taking onto the sugar mama role, spending her money.
Well, her ex-husband’s money, which made it even more entertaining.
“No, I still have the severance payment from my last job.
I don’t actually need it, but it’s fun to perform in the streets,” he said.
“And it pays well enough.”
“Really?” she said.
“Depends, but about two hundred dollars for a two-hour session seems to be average for LA.”
“Really?
That’s more than I expected,” she said.
He nodded.
“Sure, but only because I’m good,” he said, then smiled deliberately.
“Though my looks help.”
She blushed.
“They certainly help.”
“How about I play you something fun while you cook?” he offered, giving her a little normalcy.
He didn’t mind considering just how much benefits she had already provided him.
He started playing in the kitchen, staying soft and playful, though mostly bouncing between jazz and pop, more fitting to the theme.
“That’s the coolest jazz brunch ever,” she responded, humming happily while she cooked.
It was interesting to see her like that, when the show had described her as the devil junior, the title of real devil naturally falling to Evelyn Harper.
They didn’t talk much, but they didn’t need to either.
It changed when she finished preparing, and he stopped playing the cello.
Judith sat next to him rather than across, which was an obvious preparation, but he said nothing, curious what she would do.
She managed to resist until it was time for the fruit plate to lean forward and kiss him.
It was not a small, tentative kiss, hesitant about what was going on.
It was the expression of one who woke up decisive about what she wanted.
Decisive enough to skip wearing any underwear.
They abandoned the fruit plate as he lifted her easiy, migrating to the living room couch.
Feeling generous since her little delay allowed him to meet with Gloria and Claire, he let her climb on top.
Judith kissed ferociously, as if she’d been saving up for it, hungry and deliberate, her hands finding his jaw, his chest, her fingers getting even more passionate once she got rid of his shirt.
He slipped his hands under her skirt, when she pulled back.
That made him pause, surprised by her reaction.
She blushed.
“I … I have some clothes I want to…”
“Show off,” he completed, grabbing her chin for another quick kiss.
“Go ahead, fill me with awe,” he said.
She blushed, retreating upstairs.
He pulled his phone while waiting, checking with others to make sure everything was alright.
Luckily, all of them were busy, one advantage of each girl having busy lives.
He waited for Judith, who returned five minutes later … wearing a sexy French maid outfit.
One of the tiny variants that barely counted as lingerie.
He caught her gaze, and she blushed.
He decided to test just how far she was willing to play along.
“Judith.
Tell me, what’s with all the dust around the house.
This is a mess,” he said with a tone sharp enough to make her flinch, so he winked.
“Safe word is unicorn,” he said.
“Tell that, and I stop.
Nod if you want to do it,” he said.
She gulped, then nodded.
He smiled, realizing that he was about to use his acting talent in an unexpected way.
“I said the house has to be clean, Judith.
What kind of maid are you?” he declared, once again using his acting talent.
He didn’t play realistically angry, but the exaggerated one, like he was in a third-rate bodice ripper.
The way Judith’s eyes widened confirmed that as the perfect choice.
“Start with the bookcase.”
“Y-yes, sir,” she said, trying to sound fearful, but unable to hide her excitement.
She walked, sashaying on her heels as she approached the bookcase he ordered, with the feather duster in hand, starting with the bottom shelf, but instead of kneeling, she bent forward, her skirt riding up, showing her tiny thong.
He said nothing for a moment, appreciating the view as Judith stretched, showing the benefits of her constant yoga visits.
He said nothing as she went through the shelves, just enjoying the view.
Then, she immediately arrived to clean the coffee table in front of him, bending in front of her to show her ass.
“You’re sloppy, Judith,” he said, spanking her.
She stood straight, biting her lip.
“Sorry, sir,” she responded in a throaty tone.
He spanked her again.
“Don’t be sorry, be better,” he ordered.
She bit her lip and moaned.
He spanked her again.
“Yes, sir,” she whispered as she bent forward to reveal her ass again, her wetness showing that she wasn’t in a mood to extend the foreplay that much.
Which was also evidenced by the very intentional way she tipped the glass onto the table, then gasped.
“Oh, sir, I’m sorry.
I know it was a priceless heirloom.
Please don’t fire me—” she started.
He pulled her over his knees, her ass pointing up.
He spanked her again.
“I won’t fire you, but you need to be punished.
Count it,” he said as he grabbed her cheek casually.
“I …” she said, her voice breaking a touch as she realized the situation had escalated a way she didn’t expect, but excitement followed.
“Yes, sir,” she said.
Her reaction didn’t surprise him much.
The opposite of her ex-husband.
He didn’t spank her too hard.
Even without perception, he could see that it wasn’t about the pain, but control, so he made sure to make those spanks loud but relatively light.
She counted.
As she counted, Judith’s face was flushed, showing her growing desire, her nether lips getting wetter and wetter.
She started to squirm, which was understandable, as there was no way she didn’t notice his raging erection pressing against her stomach.
“Also, I can see that there’s a speck of dirt on your uniform, unacceptable,” he said as he grabbed her top, and ripped it with ease.
Amusingly, achieving that smoothly, without hurting her, relied on his fashion knowledge more than his newly acquired Strength, allowing him to know the exact spot and angle to pull.
That made Judith moan even louder, especially once reached her breasts and started squeezing.
When the count reached thirty, she climaxed.
[Achievement complete.
Make Judith orgasm merely from spanking, teaching her about the joys of submission.
Challenge: Hard]
[+10 Perception
1 Random Gold Skill
1 Random Gold Reward]
[Bonus achievement complete.
Netori effect in play]
[+10 Endurance
1 Random Gold Skill
1 Random Gold Reward]
He picked the stats, and started caressing her ass while he waited for her to recover … somewhat.
“Look at the mess you made,” he admonished her.
“On your knees, clean this mess,” he ordered.
“Yes, sir,” she moaned as she followed it, and immediately unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down, revealing his shaft in its full glory.
Judith looked at it for a second, her excitement strong, then, without hesitation, took the head into her mouth.
He could have let her play, but while she was enthusiastic, creative, she was not.
Luckily, he had a better idea.
He grabbed her hair, and pushed her down.
Her eyes widened as she looked at him.
He caught her gaze, waiting for the signal.
She raised her hand, and gave a thumbs up.
That was all he needed.
He pushed her down, skewering her hard.
She just moaned, which was muffled by what she had in her throat.
He was impressed that she could still look enthusiastic even when he took all the control, invading her throat mercilessly.
“That’s it, my slut maid.
We finally found a job you wouldn’t screw up,” he said as he twisted her nipples with his other hand.
She moaned harder as he kept a firm grip on her hair.
Her eyes watered, mascara already starting to run, but that made her even sexier.
She moaned desperately around his shaft, the vibration sending pleasure shooting up his spine.
“My slut maid,” he praised, voice low and commanding.
“Relax your throat.
You’re going to take every inch like the eager little whore you are.
That’s all you’re good for.”
He pushed deeper, sliding the last two inches until her nose pressed against his pelvis.
Judith gagged hard, throat spasming wildly, but she kept her hands on his thighs and gave him another shaky thumbs-up, showing that she wanted more.
He was happy to oblige.
He held her there for several long seconds, savoring the tight, wet heat of her throat, before finally letting her up for air.
She gasped loudly, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to his glistening cock.
“Again,” he ordered.
“It’s not clean yet.”
Judith didn’t hesitate.
She dove back down eagerly, taking him deep on her own this time.
He waited until she hit her limit before pushing, but this time, his hips moved as well, fucking her with long, controlled strokes, alternating between slow and aggressive, making her gag and choke around him.
“Look at me while I use your throat,” he commanded.
Her teary eyes met his, submissive and burning with lust.
The bitchy, mean, and controlling Judith Harper was completely gone.
In her place was a drooling, mascara-streaked mess who moaned like a cheap whore every time his cock bullied its way into her throat.
After several intense minutes, she climaxed again.
Judith scrambled to her feet on shaky legs, the tiny skirt of her maid outfit barely covering her ass, her tits free.
“How said you can walk.
Crawl,” he ordered.
She did eagerly, especially when he started spanking her again.
Then, when they were halfway between the floors, he pinned her down.
“On second thought, you don’t deserve the bedroom,” he said, pushing until her tits pressed against the cold surface of the stairs.
She parted her legs, and thrust his hips forward.
“Oh, fuck!” Judith moaned as he invaded her core, slamming into her with the same aggression.
Pure fucking, one that she reacted with explosive moans.
“Beg for it,” he ordered as he spanked her again.
“Please, sir… please fuck me,” Judith moaned, pushing back desperately.
“I need your cock.
I’ve been so wet since you spanked me.
Please use me—”
He slammed into her in brutal thrusts; she moaned with her body jerking forward.
He gave her no mercy, nor did she ask for it.
He gripped her hips and started pounding her hard, deep, relentless strokes that made her full breasts swing beneath her.
“So deep … sir… please,” she babbled, completely lost.
Then, she came hard without warning, screaming into her stairs, probably loud enough to be heard by the neighbors.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she babbled as he filled her insides, then … actually fainted.
[Achievement complete.
Educate Judith about a new dimension of pleasure.
Challenge: Medium]
[+5 Perception
1 Random Silver Skill
1 Random Silver Reward]
[Bonus achievement complete.
Netori effect in play]
[+5 Endurance
1 Random Silver Skill
1 Random Silver Reward]
He went with the stats, bringing both Perception and Endurance to seventy-five, as he grabbed her, and carried her to the hot tub, for another naked dip.
Just as he lowered Judith, he saw Cynthia looking from the shared fence, her eyes wide.
He waved at her, and she escaped with a deep blush.
Fun.
It took a while for her to recover.
“W-why are we here?” She muttered even as she lay against his chest.
“You might have had a little out-of-body experience,” he teased while she caressed his chest.
She sighed.
“I feel … amazing.
Like actually amazing.
I shouldn’t feel amazing.
I should feel ridiculous.
A woman of my age, role-playing as a maid…”
He silenced her with a kiss.
“No, you were having fun, the kind that other people had in their younger days.
You just had a detour—”
“A detour in the form of an obsessive, anal retentive pedantic doormat,” she growled.
He chuckled.
“It’s clearly working,” he teased.
“But tell me, why the anger toward him?”
She sighed.
“I don’t know.
I always despised him … but seeing him with that perky bimbo angered me, especially the way he cuts loose and plays along with her nonsense.
He never did that with me.
It makes me feel like I was inferior even then.
Does that make me evil?”
It certainly did, but Ethan wasn’t exactly obligated to be a moral judge.
There was no harm in being biased toward the sexy woman who just strained her throat while trying to take him in fully.
“A little, but being vindictive is a perfectly normal part of divorce,” he said.
“Do you want to mess with him?”
“How?” she whispered.
“We have to play it carefully because we don’t want your son to catch on,” he said.
She nodded.
“You also mentioned that Alan’s brother is some kind of musician, right?”
She scoffed.
“Hardly.
He’s a hack jingle writer with a piano that somehow managed to stumble into a pile of money.”
He shook his head, amused by her bitter tone contrasting greatly with her relaxed expression.
“The point is, you can bring me there to introduce me to Charlie.
That way, Jake wouldn’t catch on, but Alan would realize he’s not the only one having a little post-divorce fun.”
Her smile didn’t lose its relaxed quality, but got a vicious edge.
She shuffled until she aligned herself with his shaft.
He pulled out of the hot tub before he slipped inside, putting her body on full display.
“I have an even better idea.
We play it ambiguously.
Suspicion will drive him insane.”
“That’s even meaner.
Excellent,” he said, and kissed her, her hips moving once again.
A minute later, he pulled back and whispered.
“By the way, what’s the deal with your blonde neighbor?
Are you friends?”
“Cynthia?
With friends like that, who needs enemies?” she responded with a chuckle.
Then her eyes widened.
“Don’t tell me you want me to introduce her, because—”
He silenced her with a kiss, and grabbed her head.
“Don’t look, but she’s watching us,” Judith tensed.
“We can escape, or we can show her just how lucky you are in your divorce?” he whispered temptingly.
Judith’s eyes widened, then after a moment’s hesitation, she actually nodded, and he grabbed her hips, picking up speed.
Judith moaned.
Cynthia watched.
[Achievement complete.
Help Judith show off to her neighbor.
Challenge: Hard]
[+10 Perception
1 Random Gold Skill
1 Random Gold Reward]
[Bonus achievement complete.
Netori effect in play]
[+10 Endurance
1 Random Gold Skill
1 Random Gold Reward]
&&&
The Malibu beach house looked even better than he expected.
“We’re here,” he said as he tapped Judith, whose hair was still on his lap.
“And, I’m almost here,” he added, grabbed her head, and pushed her down.
A minute later, she rose.
[Achievement complete.
Teach Judith about alternative driving entertainment.
Challenge: Medium]
[+5 Perception
1 Random Silver Skill
1 Random Silver Reward]
“God, I now understand why people do this.
It was so exciting,” she whispered.
“I felt so powerful.”
To his surprise, this time, he received no extra reward, wondering about the reason.
Nothing about Judith had changed.
Maybe it was about the house, he decided.
After all, it wasn’t just paid for by Alan, but in a way, that house was Alan’s castle, and taking his ex-wife there represented something.
Maybe.
He didn’t mind that much since his Endurance had already reached a high point, and he could always test it the next time they met at her house.
He said nothing while she finished swallowing and fixed her makeup, then tugged at her clothes.
“Are you sure about the clothes?
Maybe I should have worn something … sexier.”
“No, trust me,” he said.
“Wearing something sexier looks like you’re lacking in confidence and floundering.
This is better, close enough to your usual style, but with just enough changes to make it striking.”
She nodded.
“And, are you really sure you want to help me mess with Alan?
You don’t have to.”
“I want to.
It sounds like a fun idea,” he said.
Also, he wanted to meet Charlie.
He was a selfish, narcissistic hedonist, but he was also a fun guy to hang out with.
Judith nodded, enjoying her upcoming revenge.
He wasn’t surprised by her vindictiveness, considering what she told about their first meeting matched the show.
Kandi opening the door as a sexy schoolgirl, insulting her by calling her Jake’s grandmother, and then leaving her with a very smug and annoying Alan.
He also wondered what kind of personality Kandi would have.
For the most of the show, she was framed as the absolutely stupid airhead unable to understand what was going on … but he remembered that whenever there were some personal stakes, she always made the correct choice.
And, in the end, she became a famous actress … which required more than beauty.
He was curious.
He pondered it as he picked his cello and his bag from the backseat.
They walked, and Alan opened the door, standing in the doorway in khakis and a polo shirt, looking exactly like a man whose highest aspiration was to achieve mediocrity, yet somehow falling short of that.
“Judith,” he said, with the tone of someone greeting a letter from the IRS.
“You’re early.”
“I’m on time.
Your clock is slow.”
“My clock is—” Alan noticed Ethan.
The sentence died.
His eyes performed the rapid calculation of a man encountering unexpected variables, the presence of a younger man, the quality of said man’s appearance, changes in her look, and the distance between them, leaving their relationship ambiguous.
“Who’s this?” Alan asked.
“This is Ethan, a musician.
We met at the yoga studio , and I decided you’ll introduce him to Charlie.”
That made Alan frown.
“You can’t decide anything about me—” he started.
“If you’d rather want me to talk to my lawyer about why this month’s alimony check is late—”
“No, no, no.
I’ll be very happy to introduce him to Charlie,” Alan folded, the hint of courage he had accumulated dissipating.
No wonder Judith despised him.
“And I promise I’ll get your check soon.
A couple of days.
A week tops.”
He smirked, realizing Alan was probably at the phase that Kandi was draining every single dollar he had.
Meaning, soon, he would reach the phase to arrange Kandi a job working for him as a receptionist.
Alan was truly a genius at making bad decisions.
He caught Judith’s gaze, and shook his head slowly to prevent her reflexive blowout.
“Fine, we’ll talk about it next Sunday,” she said.
“Jake!”
The little kid rushed forward from the corridor.
“Hi Mum, by Dad,” he said rapidly, and dashed away, not even registering his presence.
Not a surprise.
Jake wasn’t the most … well, most anything.
Certainly not the most observant.
Judith sent one last disdainful glare to Alan, and left.
Alan shuffled awkwardly.
He smirked.