By not confronting

"Sooooo, honey? Could you call my boss and tell him I am taking a mental health day? I don't think this handsome guy will even let me get my phone," she says, totally unphased by the baseball bat stirring her depths and dousing her cervix with seminal fluid.

The sight and realization of the beast's inherent danger deter you from acting out more violently and possibly angering the satisfied giant. You flusteredly respond, "A-are you kidding me!? You are telling me you are getting ****, but you show no sign you don't want it! Sort out your own goddamn problems!"

"F-fuck you, asshole! I don't see you trying to pry him off me! Maybe you like to see your wife get fucking ****, you sick fuck!" Your wife yells back hastily.

You watch as your wife pushes the ape man's hands off her hips and puts them under her armpits. The sasquatch's long fingers almost encircle your wife's entire torso, and you can't help but liken the sight to that of an oversized Barbie doll in the hands of a toddler.

Your wife glares angrily into your eyes over her shoulder as she slams her hips down against his crotch, the creature's enormous meat tube forcing your wife's genitalia to quickly adapt as it penetrates even further. The dazed ape seems to understand what she wants and begins slamming her up and down his shaft, producing a sloppy squelching sound, coincidentally aiding your wife in the vulgar display.

"May-be y-you l-ike wa-tc-ching ME.... ugh... G-get Fu-ck-ing D-eS-Str-oyed!" Your wife yells at you as the violent thrusts interrupt her speech momentarily.

Growing more and more frustrated with your wife's attitude, you decide to leave, ignoring her taunts and moans as you walk to your car in frustration and hopelessness, stomping at the ground as if it's going to change anything.

Sitting in your car, you rack your brain for any course of action, from calling the cops to buying a gun. Only one idea seems rational in your state of mind, and even though you thought you had lost your libido, the moans and yelps escaping your wife's lips as she is ravaged by another being awaken something primal in your loins. You can't help but grow aroused as you listen to the sounds of their intercourse piercing the car's soundproofing with their volume.

It feels like a cruel joke as you seriously contemplate jerking off in the car while listening to the faint but audible sounds. You quickly decide your pride is worth more than that, put the car key in, twist it, and drive off.

After driving for a few hours, as the sun starts setting, you try to keep your mind off your arousal. You find yourself driving through one of the larger towns in the vicinity, a town that is anything but wealthy, as the only well-paying jobs remotely close by were at the coal mine which had caved in four years prior. Ever since the cave-in, the town had been in dire straits, and most of its income now comes from truck drivers stopping there as a last resort before moving on to real civilization.

As you drive by the bleak faces of the people there, you spot a not unusual sight. There is not much to do in the small and poor town, and most businesses have gone bankrupt due to high rents and low demand. But very recently, a new sort of entertainment had risen...

The economy had only recently started to thrive in the area, and the police chief, glad but concerned, wondered why. He had read all the reports of the area, and the unemployment was higher than it had ever been, as well as the crime. Frankly, he had stopped caring about his job a long time ago stationed in this shithole, but he couldn’t help but wonder why as he drove by the only bar in town. As he pulled into the bar's parking lot wearing civilian clothes, he was approached by a scantily clad woman, and everything finally made sense.

As both the unemployment and crime rate had gone up, a few smart unemployed women realized that with the crime rate going up and more serious crimes becoming more prevalent, the police would have bigger problems than a couple of streetwalkers.

So driven by a need for income, these clever women started selling their bodies for cash. With the truckers being decently wealthy, the girls well organized, and the town in the middle of absolutely nowhere, the truckers were **** to pay a high price for the monopoly the working girls had in town. The girls now received a large amount of income and were very excited and encouraged to spend money in the stores, as most of them were about to go bankrupt and had huge discounts. Suddenly, the shady women with ill-fitted fishnets overnight became women to look up to with their beautiful designer clothes, shoes, and jewelry.

Almost overnight, there was a boom of hookers in the relatively small town, quickly meeting the demand of the many truckers passing through. Truckers not even taking that route took detours to arrive at prostitute Valhalla (as described by various truckers) to see the newly reborn town with their own eyes.

Wow... the police chief thought to himself as the woman bent over and speaking to the police chief through the rolled-down window repeated herself, "I said, do you want the usual, Bobby?"

"Uhh... yeah, sure."

Standing in both the street in front of it and the parking lot behind it, the only bar in town, which you had only been to a few times before, was surrounded on all sides by dozens and dozens of ladies of the night in every skin, eye, and hair color, dressed in every color as well.

What you had heard from that trucker once was now obviously true; the police weren’t cracking down on prostitution at all because the whole town obviously benefited from it greatly.

The last time you were here was three weeks ago, and you couldn’t see even half as many people around, and that was on a Friday night!

As soon as you find a spot for your car, park it, and step out, four very attractive women surround you on all sides as the "leader," a young blonde bombshell, gently grabs you by the collar, bites her bottom lip, and gives you puppy eyes as she says, "You look a little tense, daddy... how about I help you blow off some steam..."

Not having to worry about the legal system, the working girls' repertoire has become much less subtle.

As the girls wait for your answer, the two girls on your sides start to gently massage your thighs while cooing and awing. The girl on your left (a buxom Latina) rubs your left thigh, and you quickly realize she’s not just feeling up your thigh; she's checking the thickness of your wallet through your jeans.

"Uhhh... no thanks?!" You say as you gently push past them, trying to hide your arousal.

You hear the other women quietly berate the leader from behind you as you briskly walk towards the bar, saying things like "You came on too strong again!", "Awww Sarah! He looked cute… " and "Idiota! That mamón probably has more cash in his wallet than this whole town combined! Muy estúpido!"

As you continue walking towards the bar, thinking bad thoughts about your wife, you come up with a plan.

Instead of drinking yourself to ****, which you specifically came to this shit town for, you realize that you could hit two birds with one stone by hiring a prostitute to not only make your wife jealous but also to satisfy yourself.

You walk up to one of the more experienced-looking women, a brunette with dark circles around her eyes and a big trench coat that is slightly open, revealing how underdressed she is beneath it.

You realize she's probably on break as she leans her back against the bar's brick wall, smoking a cigarette and texting. As you approach, the woman, furiously tapping on her phone with one thumb, looks up at you with a sour face.

"I'm on break, get one of the other girls," she says preemptively and dismissively in a hoarse voice, her eyes refocusing on her phone's screen.

"Uhh, I just wanted to know... who the best girl is?" you say, growing more and more unsure of your plan every second as you finally begin to think it through.

The woman rolls her eyes at the stupid question and without wasting time opening her mouth or giving you eye contact, she points with the cigarette she's holding towards a tall, slender African-American woman in a large fur coat standing on the corner of the street, talking to two apparent rednecks.

Quickly before she saunters off with the two locals, you briskly walk up to her.

"You boys ever had dark chocolate before? I know lots of guys have been eating white chocolate and milk chocolate their whole lives, but after trying just a piece of me... they never go back..." the confident girl says, her massive coat covering her entire body from the chilly weather not hindering her seducing at all. The only blemish on the girl's incredibly dark skin is her red cheeks and nose from standing outside for too long.

As you stand just six feet away, you realize you never got her name, and the redneck closest to you looks at you with an evil eye as the girl and the other redneck gaze straight into each other's eyes, acting as if nobody else exists.

"Uhhh… how much?" you say, struggling to find a way to start a conversation with a prost you don't even know the name of.

While still staring into the redneck's eyes, not even batting an eyelash, she says, "1500 for the night," very matter-of-factly.