Today I actually have to go back to work, which is a real change from the fairy tale fake wedding billionaire lifestyle I’ve been leading for the last couple days.

People are staring at me when I get into work, whispering at me quite obviously behind my back. No one seems to dare to approach me. After all, to them I’m the one who finally landed David Masters, the one who was unattainable in that way.

I’m sure everyone is jealous of me. If only they knew the real story.

Whatever, I just have to keep my head down and get through this. Once I get my payment from David, I can leave this job in the dust and do whatever I want. Maybe I’ll go back to school and study something that I really want to, taking my time so that I don’t get overworked again and develop that horrible crippling fatigue.

The day goes by in a blur, with the only notable thing happening being a call from Sasha.

“What’s going on?” she says. “What’s the married life like?”

“Oh,” I say. “You know, pretty good.”

“Pretty good?” says Sasha, sounding shocked. “Is that really all you’ve got for me? You disappear and suddenly get married and all that… and presumably you’re not a virgin. How was it?”

I want to tell her everything. I want to tell her that the whole thing is faked and that I don’t have any other options, considering how deep in debt I am. But I can’t. I just can’t, even though it’s Sasha, my best friend in the whole world.

“It was great,” I say. “I wish I’d gotten that whole thing over with sooner.”

“Your virginity, you mean?”

“I mean having sex.”

“The apartment is lonely without you,” says Sasha. “I’m going to have to get a roommate or something.”

“I’ll pay the rent until you find someone,” I say, figuring that at the very least I can not screw her over.

But the conversation between us is becoming stiff and strange. This doesn’t feel like it used to, chatting and laughing with Sasha.

“I’ll find someone soon,” says Sasha.

I want to tell her that it’s all fake, that I need a place to live after this is all over. I want to scream at her that she can’t give up my room. She can’t give it to some stranger.

But I don’t. I just don’t tell her. After all, how can I?

The conversation ends abruptly and strangely, after petering out and becoming stilted and slow.

I hang up the phone feeling terrible about myself. What have I become? I’ve sold my whole life for a million dollars and now I’m abandoning my best friend who was always there for me, no matter what happened.

Tonight’s the night of the dinner party, and despite getting along well with David yesterday when we took Laura out, I’m not looking forward to it at all. Yesterday with David and Laura, I was able to be myself. I was able to do something that I thought was important, by starting to help David interact more naturally with his daughter. But tonight I’m going to have to take up the role of his super proper respectable wife.

“Hi, Nancy,” I say, entering the kitchen to find Nancy rearranging things in the refrigerator.

She nods at me. She still doesn’t seem to like me very much.

“David called,” she says. “He said he’ll be home soon, and that you need to get ready. There’s a dress for you upstairs. The guests will be arriving in an hour, and the food will arrive afterwards.”

I know that if she didn’t have to relay this message to me, she wouldn’t be speaking to me. She doesn’t trust me. I want to tell her, just like I told Sasha, the real story. I want to tell her that I’m just like her. I’m just another one of David Masters’ employees, working for my wage, doing what I have to do.

“Thanks,” I say, heading upstairs, where I find a beautiful gown waiting for me on a little stand that houses a clothes hanger.

It’s a beautiful blue shimmering gown that goes down to my ankles.

It’s a struggle getting it on me, because, to my surprise, it’s form fitting, hugging my breasts and my stomach, along with my hips. It may be a long gown that doesn’t show a lot of skin, but it’s not exactly conservative in its design.

There’s a knock on my door.

“Come in,” I say, observing myself in the full-length mirror.

David steps in, wearing a suit as usual. He grins when he sees me, something of a self-satisfied smirk.

“Why do I get the feeling you just wanted to see me in this gown?” I say.

“And what if that’s true,” he says, moving closer to me, standing a little behind me so that he can see my reflection in the mirror by looking over my shoulder.

“You know we’re not really married?” I say.

“That doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun, right?”

“Just to clarify,” I say, my tone taking on a sarcastic bite. “You’re talking about on the clock fun or off the clock fun?”

“Whichever,” he says, placing his hands on my shoulders. “It’s all the same to me.”

His hands feel good on my shoulders. I can feel my nipples harden and I’m becoming wet… Let’s just hope I don’t ruin this beautiful gown.

Then again, I might not have to worry about ruining it myself. If I go through with this, David’s liable to just tear the gown off of me the way he did with that wedding dress.

Thinking about that dress again sends a shiver of anger through me. It’s a weird feeling, being turned on and angry at the same time. I don’t know why that dress meant so much to me…. except that it was something beautiful he destroyed with his arrogance.

“So what’s it going to be?” growls David in my ear, his breath hot on my skin.

“Aren’t the guests coming soon?”

“Very soon.”

“I shouldn’t be doing this,” I say as I turn around, break free from his hands, and kiss him deep on the mouth. I just can’t resist him. My mouth crashes on to his.

He pulls back and grins savagely at me.

“I thought the other night was a mistake?” he says, taunting me.

“Maybe it was,” I say. “But I’m not necessarily opposed to making the same mistake twice.”

“How irresponsible of you,” says David. “I can’t believe you’re my wife.”

“You don’t have to believe it. Just everyone else.”

My hands reach towards his crotch, where I feel his massive shaft, his raging erection that fights against his pants.

“Tell me that you want me,” growls David. It’s an order.

“I want you,” I say, breathing heavily. My voice is thick with lust. My dress is probably ruined, at least for tonight.

“Tell me that you need my cock,” orders David. “And that you don’t care if the guests are waiting downstairs.”

He walks over and closes the door, sealing the two of us together and alone in my room.

“I want you,” I say. “I want your cock.”

“Tell me you need my cock.”

“It’s true,” I say. “I need it.” I can’t think about anything but his massive cock filling me up. It was so intense the other night.

“If you need it, come and get it,” growls David, undoing his belt and now his zipper.

I kneel before him, my gown folding with my legs, my hair all done up, and reach inside his boxers and seize his cock. I grip it, hard, and he groans as I do so.

I pull down his pants and boxers. His cock springs up, his massive shaft glistening. The head is swollen and I lean my head down and wrap my lips around his shaft.

My whole body responds to taking him in my mouth. It’s an inexplicable sensation, as if my whole body is on fire, as if my entire body craves him.

His strong hands seize my head, but he gives me room to bob my head up and down, letting his cock fill me up, pumping in and out. Now he starts thrusting, groaning as he fucks my mouth. I tighten my lips and push my tongue up forcefully against the base of his cock.

“Enough,” growls David, withdrawing his cock from my mouth. “It’s your turn. Get on the bed.”

I do as he says, pulling my gown as best I can up towards my hips, revealing my soaked panties.

“That’s what I like to see,” growls David, bending down to examine me.

The gown is bunched up around my legs, tight.

“You’ll have to find something else to wear to the dinner party,” growls David.

There’s a knock on the door, soft at first, but it grows louder.

“Mr. Masters,” comes Nancy’s voice. “The guests are arriving. Mr. Hudson and his wife are downstairs.”

David just ignores her and pulls my panties aside with his hand, licking me softly, using his tongue in a broad stroke.

I moan.

“Mr. Masters?” comes Nancy’s voice, through the door.

“We’ll be there soon,” I call out, my voice high and strange sounding.

David chuckles. “That’ll show her to interrupt us,” he says.

He’s licking me fast now, his tongue hitting my swollen clit in just the right way. It drives me completely wild. I don’t care that he’s an arrogant son of a bitch. Right now, I don’t care how he treated me the other night, or in the morning. I don’t care that he’s emotionally unavailable… I just care about his cock.

“I need it,” I moan.

“Need what?” says David, pausing.

“Your cock,” I moan.

David chuckles, and just continues moving his tongue, inserting a finger now.

He keeps going until the orgasm overtakes me, peaking in a huge crescendo of intense ecstasy that courses through my shivering body.

“Now it’s time for my cock,” growls David, getting on top of me, my dress remaining on.

“Don’t tear it,” I say, still breathless from the orgasm.

“Tell me you need my cock,” orders David.

“I fucking need it,” I almost shout.

I’ve never needed anything more in my life. I’ve never wanted anything more, or craved anything the way I do his hard cock.

I hear a crinkle of foil as David unwraps a condom and unrolls it onto his cock.

David grunts slightly as he enters me, his mouth kissing my neck.

My head is thrown back and my back arches.

It feels so fucking good.

He enters me slowly. The pain isn’t like last time.

Now it’s mostly pleasure. Pleasure that overwhelms me and takes me captive.

David thrusts into me rapidly and I cry out.

He rides me, his hips thrusting, his cock entering me rapidly and powerfully.

“We’re going to change positions,” says David.

He helps me up onto all fours and he gets behind me. I can feel his thick thighs pressed into mine.

“Beautiful ass,” growls David, caressing my buttocks, my smooth skin.

He’s still wearing his coat and tie, his dress shirt.

My gown is bunched up above my ass, at my waist.

His cock enters me from behind and I gasp in surprise. It feels so different.

Even though I’m no longer a virgin, I still have a lot to learn about sex.

There’s a slapping sound as David’s body connects with mine with each rapid thrust. He’s fucking me hard and fast, and the second orgasm is coming soon, barreling down on me like a speeding locomotive, with all the power of a magnificent thunderstorm.

I come right when David does.

He doesn’t pull out. Instead, he buries his cock inside me, pushing it even farther, even deeper.

I cry out, unable to contain my volume. My body’s tingling, the ecstasy coursing through me.

David finally pulls out, and I fall down in a heap on the bed, completely exhausted.

The dress is a mess.

David stands tall above me, pulling up his pants, zipping them up, and buckling them.

He gives me a surveying look. “You’re going to have to do something about that dress,” he says. “You don’t look presentable. I’ll expect you downstairs in five minutes. I don’t want to keep the guests waiting.”

He turns on his heel and walks out the door.