She Needs One

The moment Lauren walks in, she spots a pair of young sluts eying Clyde. Only the fact that he looks uncomfortable allows her to keep her composure.

She follows him toward the bar. She spots her husband’s secretary in an outlandish succubus costume. Lauren fumes. Apparently, Tara knew enough to coordinate with Clyde.

The little hussy heads right to Clyde. “Hi boss.”

“You don’t have to call me boss here, Tara.”

“You’re the Devil right? That makes you my boss and I’ll do anything for you.”

Lauren seethes. Suddenly, she feels a wicked urge. Under her breathe she mouths. You little lust filled tart. You see my husband, let him be. Now be good and play your part. Your attentions should be focused on me.

Tara gives her the strangest look.

“I’ll catch you later, Tara. Lauren needs a drink.”

Lauren smiles at Clyde.

“Let me get you a drink.”

“That sounds delightful!”

With that she walks to the bar. Clyde already has her a margarita.

Lauren is three drinks in when Clyde’s boss saunters over.

“Nice costume, Clyde. And, as always, nice to see your lovely wife.”

He leans in and kisses Lauren.

Lauren’s eyes go wide as she feels him grope her ass.

Lauren turns to Clyde. “I have to go pee.”

She scampers for the bathroom.