You see somebody who looks

You walked out of the arbitration session with a barely restrained smile. It only wavered for a moment when you looked back at Linda. She was the last to exit the room and she kept her features devoid of any emotion as she reached out and shook your hand.

"See you in the morning, Nick." Her tone was completely professional, but you knew what those words meant.

Your smile returned. "See you then, Linda." And you both went on your way.

It occurred to you then that you had left a few papers at your new desk that might be useful for the next session in a couple days. You checked your watch and realized that you only had twenty minutes until Lindsay would undoubtedly be waiting at your door with her friend. You hesitated in the sleek, flatly lit hallway for a moment as the Fred's bustled quietly around you.

You’d be back in the morning anyway and it’s not like you didn’t know who you were going to side with... You decided the papers could wait.

As you walked through the building to the parking garage, you could feel your excitement building steadily. By the time you had driven back to the neighborhood, your heart rate was increasing, and you found yourself semi-erect with the anticipation of the coming threesome. Though you were going to be early, the AI assistant piped up from the car speakers when you were still a couple of minutes from your new home.

“Your neighbors, Lindsay and Sophie, are approaching your front door. Should I- “

“Let them in and tell them I’m on my way.” You quickly commanded, peering down at the screen to see if you could catch a glimpse of this ‘friend’ Lindsay was bringing for you. Your excited glance almost cost you though, as a golf cart was pulling onto the road from one of the smaller pathways out of the neighborhood. Seeing it just in time, you quickly hit the brakes and slowed with a screech almost all the way to a stop. You could see the back of the driver’s head over her clubs. Her blonde hair was tied back in a tight ponytail, but from this angle that was all you could make out. Hearing the screech, she glanced in the cart's rearview mirror and her eyes went wide. You had to brake again as she completely stopped the cart right there in the middle of the road.

You had to blink a couple of times at what happened next. It was odd enough to be cut off by a woman in a golf cart who then blocked the road, but the woman who stepped out of the cart at that moment was even more extraordinary.

A pair of long, muscular legs was the first thing to swing into view, barely covered at the mid thigh by her white skirt and gently sloping down to her white and black shoes. You hardly had time to appreciate the legs before the rest of her body came into view and she started walking directly toward your car. Your eyes quickly ascended to her generous cleavage. The only reason she would choose a shirt like that to golf in is to show herself off, you thought. This theory was firmly supported by the woman’s makeup and the fact that her shiny blonde hair was kept back in a ponytail. No letting it loose to cover up her assets.

Just before she reached your door, you noticed not only her ear-to-ear grin, but the almost crazed look of desire in her eyes. This was more intense than the hunger that the other women had exhibited, which you didn’t think was possible. You decided to roll the window down, curiosity and the woman’s attractiveness overcoming any annoyance or apprehension you felt about this delay. You would at least see what she said.

“I’m Paige,” The gorgeous blonde said with an urgent excitement in her voice, “and you…” She looked around quickly and lowered her voice. This struck you as funny because there were exactly zero other parts of her or her actions that could be described as subtle. “...are the answer to my fucking prayers.” The way she leaned down with her hands on the bottom of the window frame pressed her breasts together and threatened to push them out of her shirt. Her eyes roamed your body and then, as if by a compulsion she just couldn’t resist, she reached into the car and ran a hand up your knee, approaching your crotch.

“Well I guess that’s great, Paige. Uh…” Her hand was just an inch from your cock, which was beginning to wake up to the situation. “I’m Nick and as much as I would love to help you cheat on your husband right now, I do have a prior appointment that I should really be getting to…” It was a little ridiculous for you to be turning down her advances, but there was something in her voice that was setting off alarms in your head.

“Oh I’m not married.” Her hand finally found your bulge and gripped it gently. Her motions indicated that holding back for a moment was more to tease herself than you.

You were caught off guard. “You’re not? Then why…”

“Why do I live here if I don’t work for THM and I’m not married to someone who does? It’s my treatment.” Her eyes snapped up from your crotch to meet your confused gaze. “I’m a sex addict, Nick. This is the only place my sister figured would be safe to send me. Even I wouldn’t want to fuck any of the guys here, right?!” She let out a laugh that bordered on maniacal as her eyes drunk you in and her hand kept gently rubbing. “Well she was right, but not anymore…”

“Look Paige, I-”

“You’re gonna fuck me, Nick. Maybe not right now, but it’s gonna happen.” She sounded almost as if touching your cock through your pants had put her in some kind of trance. “I fucking need it…”

“Sounds good.” You tried to keep your voice level and calm. “Yeah I definitely will, but now I really need to go…”

“Okay!” The crazed look remained, but the rest of her body language returned to normal; maybe even a little more upbeat than when she introduced herself. She straightened up, gave you a little wink, and walked back to the cart before heading off.

“Holy shit…” you paused for just a moment to compose yourself before putting the car back in drive and finishing your commute.