Older IT guy

You stare into the bathroom mirror, tracking the lines on your face and the silver threading through your white beard. Tucked into the corner of the frame is a crumpled photo of your ex-wife—a bitter reminder of where you were exactly one year ago. You had been sitting in a sterile divorce court, watching the life you built strip-mined away after discovering she was fucking your younger, arrogant boss. You were the victim, blackballed and left with nothing.

But the **** that followed was swift, chaotic, and entirely orchestrated by the woman currently waiting for you in the next room—the woman who originally agreed to be your lawyer, with a catch.

To break the man who ruined you, you teamed up with Flavia—the high-powered corporate lawyer turner ferocious divorce lawyer whose husband was having the affair with your ex-wife. She broke him, her and realize she was not one trifle with. The catch was a seductive and aggressive targeting that normally ended up in her penthouse and naked. Looking back, your entire courtship felt less like dating a girl and more like a grueling corporate interview. Every dinner, every conversation, and every late-night encounter was a calculated test of your resilience, proving to her that you were a genuinely good man and a great lover who could handle her high-intensity lifestyle. Once you passed her rigorous screening, the marriage in Las Vegas felt like signing a lifetime contract.

The next day you found yourself on a skiing resort with no memory how you got there and both employed in a network treated men as plaything and women as predators. You were an IT guy and she was a corporate lawyer without a conscience. Some days she takes delight in sharing you with her coworkers and college friends, finding a special pleasure in watching you being violated while she acts as the director.

You take a breath, adjust your collar, and walk out of the bathroom into the private dining room.

Sitting at the head of the long table is now Flavia Doe. At 25, she possesses a timeless Italian-American glamour—warm light skin with Mediterranean undertones, thick dark hair styled in soft waves, and full, expressive lips. She is a striking 5'7" with an elegant, commanding hourglass figure. Surrounding her tonight aren't colleagues from the studio, but her close inner circle: a uniform-clad female police officer and two elementary school teachers.

As you slide into your seat, you look around the upscale restaurant and realize a chilling anomaly. There are absolutely no other males in the entire establishment. The room is entirely populated by dominant, authoritative women.

"Ah, the man of the hour," the female cop purrs, swirling her wine as she looks you up and down with sharp, calculating eyes. "Flavia, I must admit, your new IT asset has a certain steady charm. It’s a shame he had to move all the way out to this secluded town at a station to keep his career alive."

Flavia offers a calm, unshakeable smile, her brown eyes locking onto yours with a look of quiet possession. "Arnold knows exactly where he belongs now."

A cold chill settles in your chest as you look out the window. This town defies reality. You try to look back through your mind, but you can never quite remember the actual drive here or how you crossed the border. There are no roads leaving the town anymore—just highway exits that loop back into automated checkpoints. Worse, the geography itself is impossibly growing and shifting. When you first arrived, the horizon was dominated by the jagged peaks of the Alps. Now, looking out the glass, not only are the mountains towering in the distance, but the shifting terrain has expanded so wildly that you can see the crashing waves of a sweeping, humid beach right from your backyard.

"You look deep in thought, Arnold," Flavia notes smoothly, her voice cutting through the teachers' laughter with precise authority. She reaches over, her manicured fingers resting heavily on your forearm, pinning you to the table with a gentle but absolute weight.

She chuckles darkly, sharing a knowing look with her friends. "Don't worry, my good boy. This town didn't exactly accept my first husband... he didn't have the stamina to survive the local environment. But you? You're perfect. Focus on your new contract here. In this town, once a man signs his paperwork... he really doesn't have to worry about leaving anymore."

Her friends share a quiet, knowing smirk that makes your stomach drop.

Flavia leans back, her hourglass frame exuding absolute confidence as she tilts her glass toward you. "Now, clear your head. I have a special surprise waiting for you tonight."

Before you can even process her words, Flavia leans in close, her lips brushing against your ear as she gently nibbles on your earlobe. Under the heavy tablecloth, her hands move with practiced, commanding efficiency. You feel the sharp metallic click as she unbuckles your belt, slides your zipper down, and unbuttons your trousers. Her fingers reach inside, confidently pulling your throbbing cock completely free from your underwear right there at the dinner table.

As Flavia pulls back with a satisfied smirk, you look directly across the table at her friend, the elementary school teacher. Flavia's blatant display is a green light, and you give the teacher a subtle, intense look, wordlessly telling her that you are ready.

Immediately, a pair of gorgeous, bare feet slide across the floorboards under the table. The teacher's smooth soles confidently press against your exposed shaft, gripping you tightly. You sweat and grip the edge of the table, desperately trying to maintain a completely normal facial expression as she begins giving you a slow, deliberate footjob right under your new wife's watchful, calculating eye.