Bobby Knows A Woman's Place

"Hey Bobby" you asked, "how come you just hit Vanessa?" Bobby, intensely concentrating on his game, replied. "Cause I can't beat this fucking boss."

So since he couldn't beat a level in a game Vanessa got hit. "Fuck him" you thought. You wanted more evidence though before you decided to take action. "I don't mean to pry, I guess I'm new at this. How come you were hitting Vanessa earlier in the living room?"

Bobby again answered with his attention focused on the game. "Oh, I have a Biology test tomorrow. It helps me study when I don't have any stress. I let out all the anger I had on her so I could focus." That explanation lined up with what Wayne said about improving performance. That was less than an hour ago though and he was here playing games.

"Oh, so I should leave you alone, you have to study huh?" Bobby laughed. "Oh no, I'm done studying." Thinking he was obviously lying, you try to call his bluff. "You studied in like, 30 minutes?" Bobby laughed again then paused the game.

"Dude, I'm telling you, being a Whitman is awesome. When you don't have to think about food, or sex, or worry about chores, your mind opens up. When you can release your stress on someone than your brain turns superhuman. I used to get pretty good grades in school since mom always did all my chores and made my food. Once I turned 18 and started fucking her though, my GPA shot up big time. Once I learned to **** her when I needed too, I started getting perfect scores on my papers."

He motioned for Vanessa to grab some paperwork off his desk. They were essays he had written for school. They all had perfect scores. The comments from his teachers were incredible too. "Amazing paper", "genius level work", one even said "you're doing the world a disservice if you don't go to college." He was telling the truth. He had a legitimate reason for hitting his mom and his date.

Vanessa grabbed the paperwork back when you finished and placed it on Bobby's desk. "You haven't even gone back to work since you became a Whitman huh?" he said. "Just wait dude, if you use your wife right you'll be the star of the company in no time."

It was all making sense. The only part that didn't sit right with you was how cruel he had been. Fucking Vanessa's ass with no lube. Slapping his mom for not eating his cum in the singles room. "Bobby, you know a lot more than me. I don't mean to be rude and I appreciate your help so far. How come you had to be so...well, mean to Vanessa? I saw you shove your un-lubricated cock in her asshole. That had to hurt like hell."