Body Counts — Part 1
We all have a number. Some are much higher than others.
A New Medium Serial on The Smut Mill
The day was relatively mundane, the one that changed their lives. Typical fall weather, beautiful foliage changes, kids off to school, that sort of thing.
The day when Jeff Stanczak watched his wife Lisa take about at least ten cocks, give or take.
Although that’s not where the day started.
“You look dressed up today,” he said, watching his wife as she put her earrings on.
“Client presentation. The usual. I’ll have to work late again, but I’ll call.”
“Eh, it’s fine. I’ll just have to order curry and enjoy for myself.”
“You better save some for me!”
“I thought they fed you dinner.”
“It’s not curry!”
He scooped her up, her small frame easily dwarfed by his. He went in for a kiss but got a cheek instead.
“Hey, don’t mess up my makeup. I’ve got to be ready before the carpool gets here.”
Jeff put her back down and continued to admire this beautiful woman that had married him fifteen years ago, the mother of his two children, the love of his life. Intelligent, fit, accomplished. Power and poise in a five-foot-five brunette package.
“You’re staring like a creeper,” she said, a smile rising up at the edge of her mouth. “Besides, don’t you have some school drop offs to do?”
“Just wanted to get a look at you as long as possible.”
“Go, shoo! Away with thee!” she said, hand motions and all, the smile still on her face.
“Don’t get too wild if you guys close.”
“It’s not like I’m partying with Dina or something.” He groaned at the mention of Lisa’s best friend, a ‘free spirit’ that just didn’t seem to match Lisa’s career-driven nature. They hadn’t grown apart even all these years after college and Dina hadn’t really gotten Lisa into too much trouble, but he’d heard stories about the woman from Lisa regarding their college days.
“Well, your birthday’s coming up, so I hope you and Dina don’t get carried away.”
She gave her husband a sultry wink, then stuck her tongue out at him.
“Love you,” he said before heading down. In the kitchen he saw Dylan finishing his bowl of cereal while Rosie was trying to watch something on the tablet.
“Car’s packing up in five. Almost ready?”
Rosie immediately forgot the tablet and bounced up to him, pink backpack stuffed with supplies. Dylan was a more sullen, closing in on the age where he wouldn’t want a ride with Dad if he wasn’t there already.
“Honey, we’re off!” Jeff yelled upstairs, receiving a yell back in reply.
“Okay, love you guys!”
Jeff’s day moved quickly, two projects sent off for review with clients, one romance novel cover and another that he particularly loved in sci-fi. He didn’t have to worry about the kids in the afternoon. It was Thursday but his mother-in-law was taking them for a long weekend so that he and Lisa could have a little couple time. It gave him a few hours to take care of the administrative portion of his work before being free for the night.
Although his legs needed a stretch. His old stool did its job, but he’d start needing something with more back support soon enough. The problem was that he rarely liked the options available for guys that stood at six-foot-five.
He took the opportunity to go for a quick walk, checking the mailbox on the way home. Inside was a medium package envelope and nothing else, although it didn’t appear to have any address details on it.
Jeff cracked it open in his driveway, finding what looked to be a thumb drive along with a note card and a folded piece of paper. Odd.
The note card had a message on it.
Time you learned about Lisa. Check the drive.
His head snapped back and he looked around instinctively, wondering what the the hell this was about. Neighbor kids playing a joke? Something more sinister? Maybe the cops needed to get involved.
Jeff opened the second piece of paper, finding that it was printer paper with a color image printed on it. He blinked a moment before his fingers simply let go, everything falling to the ground. The paper with the image opened, the picture on full display.
Nothing was left to the imagination. Her face was clear, as were the details of the act. Lisa on a bed, a cock in her mouth with cum dripping from her chin, another railing her from behind, slick and wet with her arousal.
Lisa looked at the clock, trying not to roll her eyes while Vic presented. He had this cockiness about him, one that bordered on arrogance, assured he had it in the bag.
Which he did, thanks to her groundwork.
She’d done most of the initial gladhanding and presenting, most of the initial analysis, filled out the details on how their offerings would improve their infrastructure while reducing capital expenses.
So Vic comes in and “closes” the deal, probably getting most of the credit for “swinging” them over even if he hardly knew half the technical terms, instead relying on Lisa’s cheat sheet to get him there.
“Any questions?” Vic asked, cocky grin on his face. There wouldn’t be. They fucking had them.
At least she now got paid as much as he did.
Once the post-meeting happy hour was well underway, a series of high-fives and backslapping ensued with the clients to celebrate, paid with by their money even if they didn’t quite realize it. She kept her meal light and her drinks to one. She knew the rest of the party was going to get progressively more inebriated through the evening.
She was sitting gingerly in her seat when a waft of drunken breath made its way to her.
“Hey Lisa.”
“Hey John.” John Anker. Walking sexual harassment case. He’d toned it down since the last reprimand, but he looked like he’d decided to go all out tonight.
“Nice work today. You were really amazing,” he said in a slur of syllables as he closed in on the table.
“Thanks. Maybe you should slow down for the evening.”
“Slow down? What do you mean by that you — ”
“Hey John,” said a voice from behind him, a large hand lighting pulling his shoulder and easily spinning him around. He turned around to find himself looking up to Victor’s smile.
“Hey Vic! You kicked ass today, man!” he said, vigorously shaking Vic’s hand.
“You should try out the wings. Highly recommended,” he said, patting the man on the back as he sent him on his way.
Once he was off, smiling at the special attention from the rock star. Lisa couldn’t help but roll her eyes, something Vic caught as he approached her table.
“Miss Stanczak.”
“Victor,” she said, not quite spitting it out.
“He’s right, you know?”
“What’s that?”
“Nice work. And that you were really amazing.”
“His next line was probably to ask if I wanted to go back to the restrooms with him.”
“Well, he was right.” She gave him a look before he realized his mistake. “About the work, I mean. And being amazing. We don’t get there without you, you know.”
“I wish the rest of the team felt the same.”
“I felt that way, and it’s why I asked them to bump your comp.”
She sighed, conceding his point.
“I’ll let you get back to being sullen, Lisa.” He engulfed one of her comparatively tiny hands in both of his, then closed in to whisper in her ear as he slipped something to her.
“And if you’re not a good girl tonight, I’m going to have to punish you.”
Lisa felt her knees weaken and her slit heat up and quiver as he walked away, chatting with the others, none of whom suspected a thing.
She put her hand towards her purse, dropping the familiar weight of a hotel room key into it as she prepared to depart.