Perfect Plan

Just one more drink and Mimi would be ready to take this kid on the ride of his life. She swirled her glass in her hand and walked around Kevin Baxter's house. It was nice, she definitely paid him well. The plush leather sofa and love seat probably cost as much as her mortgage.

Speaking of mortgage, she wondered if her husband Frank would fight over the house or run off to the Caribbean Sea with his blonde instead.

"Are you gonna finish that?" Kevin asked, appearing by her side.

"Yes," Mimi said. "Are you gonna give me another?"

"Sure, with Coke?"

"No, thanks. Vodka straight up sounds perfect."

"Ok, perfect."

Perfect. This plan of hers was perfect. She never thought that sleeping with the kid that worked for her was a good idea, but given the fact that her husband was doing it with Gina, it was a brilliant move on her part. Besides, she damn near owned the damn company. She could do what she pleased. She'd done much worse to get ahead.

Like a game of chess, it was all about strategy. And she loved a good game of chess.

"Do you like chess, Kevin?" she asked from the plush leather love seat.

"It could be fun sometimes." Walking from the kitchenette into the living room, he flirted with his eyes. "Here you go. Vodka straight up."

"Perfect." She took the glass. She crossed her legs, making them appear even more alluring than she knew they were, and hiked up her business skirt a little. "So how's the degree coming along?"

Kevin chuckled and sat down on the sofa across from her. "I don't think you're here to talk about my degree or anything business." He grinned. "Do you like to talk about business before you fuck, Mrs. Conley?"

"Sometimes." She nodded. "Sometimes it gets me excited."

"I see." He grinned. "Well, do you wanna know what gets me excited?"

A game of Super Mario Brothers and a lollipop? "What turns you on, big boy?" she asked and tried not to laugh out loud.

"Fucking my boss." He winked. "And not just that, but really making her feel good."

"Is that right?" She took a sip of her vodka and sat it down on the oak coffee table.

"Could you use a coaster, please?" Kevin frowned. "I'm really anal about that."

Mimi blinked slowly, rolling her eyes behind the lids. "Sure, sorry about that." She placed her drink on a coaster. "Now where were we?"

"I believe you were just about to show me what's under that blouse you have on." He licked his lips and sat back.

She lifted her hand to the button between her breasts and fingered it slowly. She looked at Kevin's lean body and light brown hair and wondered if Frank ever said such dirty things to his mistress.

"Do you talk dirty like that all the time, Kevin?"

"Only to the girls that get off on it."

"And what makes you think I get off on it?" She cocked an eyebrow.

"Your nipples got hard as soon as I said it." He held a grin on his face.

If the temperature in the room wasn't set to keep a Popsicle frozen, she wouldn't have been peaking though her blouse at all. "Oh, you got me." She licked her plum-colored lips and finally undid the button.

"That's it." He nodded. "Nice and slow."

She smiled mostly because she knew once she was done riding him like a wild stallion, she wouldn't ever have to see or hear from him again, at least sexually.

If Frank hadn't slapped her across her face with the words, "I'm fucking someone sexier and younger than you," she wouldn't be lusting after revenge. When he added, "A couple cherries tattooed on your ass would probably make me want to fuck you once in a while," he really pushed her buttons. It wasn't fair, he knew how deathly afraid of needles she was.