“Babe, babe, can you hear me? Are you alright?” Reggie asked as his girlfriend Sarah stared wide eyed into her phone as she held it out at arms length.
There was no response so he snapped his fingers a few times right in front of her face just to make sure.
“Fuck yes, it worked!” he exclaimed as he did a little dance around their bedroom. Once he was done his celebration, he went back out to the living room and grabbed his notebook, returning to sit beside the bed.
He brought up the control program and typed in a command.
“I’m such a fucking bitch, Reggie deserves so much better.” Sarah said, her eyes never blinking.
Reggie chuckled and typed again.
“Reggie’s the best fuck I’ve ever had, I should let him pound whatever hole he wants to.” Sarah said, once more never taking her gaze from her phone.
Reggie smiled with glee.
Sarah and he had been dating for three years, they’d met in university and now that they had both graduated, things had gotten ruff. Sarah had resented his ability to quickly land a job with his computer science degree, while she struggled to find work with her fine arts degree.
Reggie had also made lots of new friends at work, while Sarah had lost touch with most of her’s from university.
It had made Sarah resent him, and led to a downward spiral for her, so that she was no longer even trying to find work now. A couple of months ago, when they’d had a huge blow out argument about it, she’d accused him of not supporting her dreams, he’d shot back with “What dreams? Being a trophy wife?”
She hadn’t talked to him for a few days afterwards, but the more he thought about it, the more it kinda made sense to him. If she was going to do nothing around the apartment, not even try to find a job, why shouldn’t she be his trophy wife?
He was in a lucrative career, with a clear path forward, it’s not like she’d need to work in a year or two at most. He’d be making more than enough for both of them in no time.
So, he put his university research project to work, it took far too much time to be practical for commerical use, but he had all the time in the world for it to work on Sarah.
Now that it had complete hold of her mind, it was time to fix up a few things with their relationship.
“Gosh Tom, that’s fascinating.” Sarah replied as Reggie’s boss talked to her like she understood any part of what he’d said.
But she smiled and made sure her tits were in full view so she had no doubt he wouldn’t mind her lack of understanding.
“Sarah, could you go get Tom a fresh drink?” Reggie asked as he took the mostly empty glass from Tom’s hand and handed it to her.
“Like, you bet!” she replied and headed to the kitchen, she could feel Tom’s eyes on her ass as she wiggled it to and frow on her way.
“You are one lucky man Reggie.” Tom said with a shake of his head and a slap on Reggie’s back.
“Don’t I know it. Though you must be getting some from that cute little executive assistant you have.” Reggie replied.
Tom rolled his eyes and shook his head no, “You’d think so, but that little cock tease is as frigged as the north pole.” Tom said with a frown.
Reggie had been working for Tom for three years and in that time he’d seen Tom have a least three different assistants, each one young and beautiful. It was an open secret in the office what Tom looked for in new assistants, the last one had been let go after her panties had been found in one of the boardrooms during an important meeting.
Sarah returned with a fresh drink in hand and offered it to Tom, “Here you go Tom, hope ya like it!”
“Oh I’m sure I will…” Tom replied, his eyes fixed on Sarah’s tits.
Reggie smiled and then pulled his phone from his pocket, “Shit, I’ve got to take this. Sarah, why don’t you show Tom around the place… perhaps he might be interested in the layout of the bedroom?”
Sarah squealed a little and grabbed Tom’s hand, nearly dragging him towards the bedroom.
Sarah had been quite useful in his climb up the corporate ladder, especially after the various surguries and enhancements she’d had over the years. Tom as the Chief Operating Officer, was who he needed on his side to get the VP position that had just opened up.
Reggie was quite sure by the time Tom left there would be little question about his support for Reggie’s application.
Sarah pulled down her tiny little pink bikini as she knelt on the stage and gave her best “are you gonna fuck me?” face as Reggie and another man sat at a table.
She jiggled her tits and then stood back up, taking hold of the brass pole and spun around it. She continued her routine, ignoring everyone else in the club.
“Has she given you any trouble?” Reggie asked.
“Fuck no. Been the perfect little minx for the clients. My best performer by far.” Harold replied.
“Good, glad she’s working out for you.”
Reggie looked up at Sarah and made eye contact, Sarah’s whole body shivered in excitement, she hadn’t seen Reggie in almost a month since he’d dropped her off at the club and introduced her to Harold.
She understood why he’d done it, though that didn’t make her any happier about it. Reggie was an important man, a big wig at his company, he needed a wife that was more than just a dumb fuck bunny like her.
Of course, she got to be the biggest fuck bunny she could ever want to be here at the club, sucking and fucking the guys either in the VIP or back at her place that Harold had provided her.
Her last song finished and she wiggled her way over to where Reggie and Harold were sitting, she got herself sitting on Reggie’s lap and pushed her tits into his face.
“Like, did you like my dancing baby?” she asked Reggie.
Reggie smiled and nodded, “You know I love it when you shake your titties Sarah, after all, I bought them for you.”
She giggled and moaned a little, it was so true, he’d bought and paid for almost her entire body at this point. Her tits, her lips, her ass, her hair, her tan, you name it. It made her so wet just thinking about it.
“Hey, you remember Tom?” Reggie asked her.
She closed her eyes and moaned a little, “Oh god yeah, like he had such a great cock… and used it in my ass sooooo good.”
Reggie chuckled and gave said ass a slap.
“Well, he’s CEO now, and was asking about you the other day. What do you think of paying him a visit and letting his fuck that tight little ass of yours again?”
She wiggled her ass and squealed, “Like, that would be amazing!”
“Good, Harold will arrange it. Now I think that guy over there has been staring at your tits for at least two songs, so get over there and get to work.”
Sarah pouted just a little, the stood up and wiggled her way over to the regular that Reggie was talking about. He be taking her to the VIP to slide his dick between her tits, so she doubted she’d see Reggie again tonight, but she hoped she might away.
“I’ll send you Tom’s contact details. He’ll probably want her to come over every week or so, but I told him Fridays and Saturdays were off limits, will that be a problem?”
“No, no problem at all. Though I think we should consider going to a 60/40 split if I’m not getting paid for those nights.” Harold replied.
Reggie rolled his eyes, “Fine, not like I really need the money or anything.” Reggie replied.
Harold raised an eyebrow and smiled, “Unless of course you’d consider a ‘buy out’?”
Reggie chuckled and shook his head, “No, I’ve got a sentimental attachment to her. First wife and all, you know.”
Harold put his hands up in acknowledgement, “No offence intended, but the offer stands if you change your mind.”
Reggie nodded and then stood up and left, looking back over his shoulder as Sarah walked towards the VIP with the man that had been staring at her tits.
He’d gone a little overboard with Sarah, she’d become such a parody of a trophy wife he’d started to hear whispers around the office about it. Divorcing her had been hard, but it had been the right move.
Fortunately he’d learned his lesson, and he wasn’t going to be making the same mistakes with Michelle, his new trophy wife.
