Indiscretions Chapter 4

No, it should not be my daughter. The girl with that kind of body figure isn’t exclusive to Sheila and Jessica. Maybe it is someone I don’t know. In the first place, I should not think of them as someone I know. Sheila might become deviant because Wilson has spoiled her rotten, but I believe Catherine would not be corrupted. The Lowell is chosen as the HOA manager mainly because of Catherine’s contribution to society. She is one of the moral paragons in our community, hence, when Catherine vouched for Harmony and claimed her as a great woman, it was able to create a great shift of opinion toward Harmony.

It’s not Catherine, Sheila, or Jessica. It’s not Catherine, Sheila, or Jessica.

I repeat the words in my mind like a mantra until I no longer see Catherine, Sheila, and Jessica in the MILF, Slut#1, and Slut#2.

I close the video and distract myself with work so the thought will not resurface, and I can calm myself down.

Hours pass as I drown myself in documents and reports. I look at the clock on the wall; it’s almost 5 p.m. now. I take out my phone from my pocket and focus my attention on it. Usually, the mysterious number will send me a message around these times. Just as I expected, five minutes later, a message arrived on my phone. The mysterious number send me another video.

I take a long, deep breath, preparing my mentality before playing the video. I’m scared that my worst fear will be realized. From the first video to the third video, they have been less and less trying to cover their porn actresses’ faces. I’m scared that this time they will not bother to censor their faces, and I will see my daughter’s face in the video.

To watch or not to watch. My finger hovers over the play button. But after a battle between my curiosity and fear; curiosity won. I know that I may regret my decision, but I decide to press the play button.

The first scene that greets me is a scene where a woman is riding a black man’s cock in a cowgirl position. The scene is taken from behind, so I can’t see the woman’s face, but from her sandy blonde hair, it’s easy to tell that it is the ‘MILF’. Her bubbly buttocks bounce as she moves up and down.

The jiggles of her buttocks mesmerize me. I can’t take my eyes off her bouncy, round buttock. There is a big Queen of Spade tattoo on her right buttcheek.

“So, whose cock is bigger, mine or your husband?” asks the black man.

“You, your cock is bigger than my husband, Preston. My husband’s little cock can’t be compared to yours.” The MILF replies without any hesitation in her voice.

“Do you like my cock, slut?”

“Oh god yes, I love your cock.” She squeals.

“Say this, say that my cock is more important than your husband.”

“Your cock is more important than my husband.” The blonde MILF moans. Her body trembles with pleasures

“Good, I will reward you with my cum. Cum with me, slut.”

The MILF stopped humping the man’s cock. Her body shudders as the man shoots his cum inside her pussy.

Because the scene is taken from her back, I can only wonder what the expression the MILF is making when Preston is cumming inside her. Does she make silly expressions? Do her eyes roll backward and her tongue extend out?

After Preston cum inside the MILF, the scene then changes to show a dim-lighted room. Inside the room, there’s a woman dressed in all black attire sitting in the middle of the room on a throne chair. Her face was obscured by a black raven mask.

“Do you love the present I sent you these few days?” asks the woman in black.

Did she talk to me?

“Of course, this is a recording, so I won’t know your answer, but this might be the last video I send you for free. If you want me to keep sending the video, I want you to come to Club Venus tonight. Tell the bartender that Mistress Noir sent you, and they will give you something I prepared for you. I will know whether you do my command or not.”

The video ends after the woman in black, Mistress Noir, said her words.

It’s my chance to turn around and go back to my normal life instead of continuing to walk this path of madness. But even if I stop getting the video, that doesn’t mean Mistress Noir will stop doing whatever she is doing, this only makes me ignorant of whatever she is doing. For me, ignorance is not bliss. I can’t turn a blind eye to such corrupting influence. I swear that It is not because I like to keep watching the video she sent, but solely so I can monitor what she is doing.

As soon as I clock out from my work, I drive my card to Club Venus as Mistress Noir wants. The club is located on the bad side of the city. As soon as I got out of my car, some whores who had been waiting near the club approached me like sharks smelling blood. Honestly, they don’t look half bad. Most of the whores near Club Venus look more like a high-class escort than a cheap-looking whore found in other streets. They look like they come from a family that can afford nice thing. I wonder why they choose to e a whore.

Of course, I ignore these whores, I’m loyal to my wife. I brush them off and walk toward the club entrance. The bouncer, a hulking black man, stops me in my tracks.

“The ticket price for white guys is $100,” says the bouncer.

“$100? Are you ripping me?”

“If you can’t afford the price, this isn’t your place, white guy.”

I don’t like how the black man looks at me with condescending eyes and feeling that he is superior. He is just a bouncer for god sake. I believe I make more money than him in a month than what the bouncer makes in several months or even year.

I take out a hundred-dollar bill from my wallet and wave it toward him, “It’s just hundred bucks; I naturally have the money, but before I give this to you, I want you to tell me about the prices for other types of visitors you have.”

“Black man and Black girl is $10, Asian girl is $15, Asian Man is $30, White girl is $25.”

“That doesn’t seem fair, they got a cheap price, but you want me to $100 for an entry ticket?”

“It isn’t me that set the price. It’s my boss. She’s a fine dragon lady you don’t want to offend.”

“Dragon lady, what do you mean?”

“What? You don’t know what dragon lady refers to? Man, you should look it up on the internet, white guy. Don’t be ignorant and think you are superior to us people of color. Let me warn you before I let you in; don’t make trouble inside, you don’t want to be on my lady's bad side, even the fiercest gang around here don’t dare mess with my lady.”

The bouncer takes the bill from my hand and let me enter club.

As soon as I enter the building, a strong scent of smoke and perfume invade my nostril. Loud crass music about sex and getting wasted blast my ears. Such a vulgar song.

This isn’t a place that I want to stay for long. I quickly make a beeline to the bartender.

The bartender is a sexy, purple-haired girl. She has a nose ring, and her lips are adorned with a snakebite-piercing. She dresses in just a tight tank top and hot pants. If I don’t see her handling those drinks, I will not know that she is the bartender with how casual she dresses. I notice that her left arm sports the same Queen of Spade tattoo like what Harmony has. Not only her, but I notice a lot of girls in the club have visible Queen of Spade tattoos all over their bodies.

When I reach the bar, a lot of eyes from the other patrons are sizing me up. These women see me as if there is something wrong with my presence here.

“Good day, mister. I’m Violet, the bartender here. Can I help you with something?” Violet greets me with a standard business smile plastered on her face.

“I’m sent here by someone who calls herself Mistress Noir, where is she?”

“Oh, so you are the unlucky guy picked by Mistress Noir, huh? This is the key to room 2A. Go upstairs and open the door with this. Someone has been waiting for you there.”

Violet hands me a key. “If things get bad at home, you can come to me. It’s been a long time since I played with a white guy, but I guarantee that your little 'brother' will be satisfied.”

I ignore her teasing and walk away from the bar. I make my way upstairs and go to room 2A. As Violet said, someone has been waiting for him inside the room. A buxom, pale-skinned blonde haired woman with gigantic tits. She is wearing only a black corset as her top, and a collar with a Queen of Spade pendant. Talon like red nails adorn her fingers, and between her fingers, she holds a lit cigarette. Like most of the women I meet in this establishment; on her left arm, she sports a queen of spade tattoo.

“Are you Mistress Noir?” I ask her.

“Maybe. Do you think I look like her?” The woman answers and stands up from her seat. She walks toward me and stops right in front of me.

She rudely blows her smoke right on my face before saying, “Feel free to ogle my body, and make your decision whether I’m Mistress Noir or not.”

I scrutinize her appearance from top to bottom and match her with the woman in black who appears in the video. She has the same tattoo as the woman in the video, she has the same long blonde hair. But this woman is much paler than Mistress Noir in the video, but the difference can be attributed to different lighting too. This woman has thick pubic hair, but I don’t know whether Mistress Noir is also a bushy woman down there or not, as she never showed her pubic hair in the video.

My eyes linger on her chest. They both have a big chest, but I think this woman has a slightly bigger chest than Mistress Noir.

With all their differences and similarities, is she Mistress Noir or another person?

“You aren’t her. Who are you?” I ask. I believe that she isn’t Mistress Noir. They look similar, but their subtle differences give her identities away. They are trying too hard to make me believe this woman is Mistress Noir, but that also the very reason I think she isn’t Mistress Noir.

“Yes, you got it right; I’m not her, you can call me Ray. I’m one of Mistress Noir’s friends. She asked me to deliver this to you.”

Ray hands me a small black plastic bag. It is filled with white powder packed in smaller sachets of plastic.

“What is this?”

“Coke.”

“Why do you give it to me?”

“Mistress Noir wants to play a game with you. Your job is only to bring this package back to your community, and then you may throw it away or keep it. You can also forfeit the game by refusing to take this bag full of coke. But if you refuse, you will not receive any message from her anymore.”

“You want me to be a **** courier? You must be crazy! I can report you to the police right now and let them put you into jail.”

“I dare you to call the police. There will be many ‘witnesses’ here who will testify that the bag of coke is yours. Don’t try to pull any cheap trick, or else the owner of this club will teach you a lesson to not make any mess on her turf. Your only choice is to take this away or leave the bag with me and treats that this meeting never happened.”

I look at the plastic bag full of coke that I hold. I have fallen into their trap, and it looks like I have **** but to take the bag. But I will not obediently bring this home without getting to know my enemy and their purpose first.

“Who is Mistress Noir actually, and why did she target me?” I ask the sexy, busty blonde.

“Ah, I can’t tell you who she is; I don’t want to snitch on my friend. But why did she target you? I don’t know, but Noir has a bad habit of ruining a loving family. She is an experienced agent of corruption. Every time she moves to a new place, she will ruin many families. Changing these women from a happy family into disposable whores while the men either turned into pathetic cucks or had everyone they loved taken from them. Rinse and repeat as she expands into a new place. She is one of the biggest players in the porn and prostitution industries in this state. I don’t know where you met her, but it’s your bad luck that you caught her eyes,” Ray answers my question.

“I will not let her ruin my family,” I say in a firm tone.

“I like your fighting spirit. Give me a sachet of Coke and a dollar bill. I will tell you something about Noir.”

I don’t need to think long about her offer as I hand her a sachet of the powdery **** and a dollar bill.

“Have you ever snorted a Coke, white guy?” She asks.

“My name is Paul Benson, not just a white guy, and no, I don’t do ****.”

“What a no fun guy you are. I will show you how fun it can be, Mr. Benson.”

Ray rolls the dollar bill I give her into a small straw. She then pours some amount of coke on top of her gravity-defying gigantic tits. She cups her right tit so they come closer to her head before snorting the coke poured on it with the dollar bill.

“Fuck, this shit kicks so hard. Noir’s stuff is always quality stuff.“ Ray makes a crass commentary about the powder she just inhales.

“Do you want to try it, Mr. Benson? You can snort the coke that I pour over my tits. I will only pour a small amount that is enough to give your system the kick but not make you high. You can lick and suck my nipples after that. I know you want to play with my tits, ever since you came in this room, you can’t help but steal some looks at my big tits.”

I gulp and swallow my saliva. It is a tempting offer. I try to fight it by repeating that I loyal to my wife in my mind, but as Ray fondles and kneads her tits, my resolve weakens greatly. Her tits seem to hypnotize me.

“Are you thinking that you will cheat on your wife by snorting coke from my tits, Paul? Worry not, we won’t have sex. No sex, no cheating.”

No sex, no cheating.

I don't know whether it is a coincidence or Ray can read what is in my mind, but what she just said gives the vile wolf inside me the push he needs to overpower the good wolf.

When I realized it, I already held the rolled dollar bill in my hand. My head is close to her tits. It is my last chance to turn back, but the closer I am to her tits, the more her tits seem to have a hold over me.

“Inhale the coke, Paul. Take a quick snort. I know you can do it.” Ray encourages me in a soothing voice.

My hand that holds the dollar bill shakes violently. My morality is taking its last stand against my lust-filled mind.

“What are you waiting for, Paul? You just need to snort them, and then you can play with my tits. Just think about my tits. You don’t have to think about anything else.”

Just think about her tits. No need to think about anything else. This is the first time in my life I ignore the voice of morality in my mind and choose to side with the primal lustful side of mine.

I take a deep breath and inhale the coke on Ray’s tits. The **** quickly worked in my system. My body feels light all of a sudden, and all my tiredness is gone. I never felt this great in a long time. Pleasure course over my body. It’s just a small amount of coke, but the effect it brings is already so great. I scared to think of how it will feel if I snort a lot more. This must be why people easily become junkies, the pleasure it brings overwhelms all my senses.

“Feeling great, isn’t it?” Ray asks me.

I nod my head with a wide smile plastered on my face. In this state, I unable to think badly about Ray. She now feels like an old friend instead of a person sent by enemies who wish me harm.

“Now, get your first reward, you may suck on my nipples, baby boy.”

I don’t hold back and quickly get my mouth sucking on her right teat while my hand fondles her left tits.

As I suck on her tits, I feel something sweet come out of her tits.

Milk? Did her tits just lactate?

“Do baby boy like the taste of mommy milk?” Ray asks me in a teasing manner, like I am her actual baby.

“Yes, Mommy. May I suck more of your milk?” I play along with the adult baby play.

“Of course, I consume milk-inducing **** so I can produce milk for my baby all year long.”

I resume sucking on her nipple, drinking the sweet ambrosia that she produces.

Is this what a baby feels when they suck on their mommy's breast?

The more I drink her milk, the more I let go of my guard. In my mind, Ray’s position quickly climbs from ‘friend’ to a special one on par with my wife, as my brain imprints on her.

“Stop, that's enough, baby boy. You have drunk a lot. Don’t be too greedy.”

I let go of her nipple unwillingly. “Sorry.”

“I think you forgot to say something, baby boy.”

“Sorry, Mommy.” I apologize to her.

Ray let out hearty chuckles. “Good boy. Now, it’s time for your second reward. I promise to tell you something about Noir: be wary of someone you once trusted. Noir modus operandi is to corrupt the most trusted member in the community first, so she could easily run amok without being suspected. Once her influence spreads, it is too late to stop her. I don’t know whether it is too late for you or not.”

“I have a neighbor with the same tattoo as you, Mommy. Is she also associated with Mistress Noir?” I ask Ray about Harmony.

She shrugs her shoulders, “I don’t know, the tattoo doesn’t mean anything except as a sign that you prefer black men as partners. Having this Queen of Spade tattoo doesn’t always mean that they are related to Noir.”

“Thank you for your information, Mommy.”

Ray gave me her business card before she booted me out of the room. I once thought Ray was a whore or just a simple dominatrix, but after getting her card, I found out why she could easily manipulate me.

Rachel ‘Ray’ Macmillan, according to her business card, is a psychiatrist. Her business card has her number and where her office is located. She had told me to meet her again sometimes if I needed her service, whether it was for her therapy service or a more sexual one.

When I recall what happened in the room, it makes me scared to meet her again. I'm scared that I can’t control myself and get manipulated by her into cheating on my wife. This time, we luckily don’t end up having sex. I don’t know whether she wants to have sex with me considering the Queen of Spade stuff, but my cock is rock hard for her, that I will jump on the opportunity if I have a chance to have sex with her.

When I get back home, it’s already quite late at night, thanks to that visit to the club. I park my car in my garage, but I don’t get out of my car right away. I look at the plastic bag of Coke that Ray gave me. According to her, the deal is that I just need to bring the bag to my home, after that, it is up to me whether I want to throw it away or keep it. I remember the sensation it gave me before, so I am quite tempted to keep it.

No, my morals shouldn’t falter. What if my wife and my daughter notice that I bring this vile **** home? What will they think? I need to be a good example as a husband and father.

Not knowing what to do, I keep the bag in my car. I need to get my head clear first. Whether I will dispose of them tomorrow or keep them, I will decide after I calm down and not be influenced by the **** effect.

I am greeted by a strong scent of smoke once again as I enter my house..

Does Jessica still dare to smoke despite what I told her this morning? Lisa should have known about this, considering the lingering smell means that it was recent. So, what happened?

When I enter the living room, I see both my wife and daughter with a lit cigarette on their hands and blowing smoke from their pretty lips.

“Lisa!? Jessica!? What the hell are you two doing?”

“Don’t you see what we do, Daddy? We are smoking. Mom is much more understanding than you. Once she knew that I smoked, she tried to understand me and wanted me to teach her how to smoke. I never expected that Mom would quickly be hooked on it. Well, like a daughter, like a mother; when Sheila taught me how to smoke back then, I also quickly became addicted to the feeling.”

“You...” I am speechless and don’t know what to say. I can only glare at Jessica in anger.

“Don’t be angry with her. It was me who let her smoke, and it was by my own volition that I asked her to teach me how to smoke. If you have problems with it, come at me,” Lisa says in a serious tone to protect our daughter from my anger.

“Fine. Jessica, go to your room, you are grounded until you learn your mistake. I and your mother have to talk.”

I try to establish my authority and punish Jessica for her wrongdoing. Usually, my daughter will obey my command, but this time, she didn't budge from her position

“Why aren't you going back to your room yet?” I ask my daughter.

“The only one that can punish me from now on is Mommy. I will go if Mommy wants me to go away,” Jessica answers. She refuses to accept the punishment I gave her.

I then shift my attention to my wife, awaiting her response.

“Go back to your room, Jess. Don't worry, you aren't grounded. You can go out once I and your father settle the thing here.” Lisa tells our daughter.

“Thanks, Mommy. You are the best. I will leave my pack of cigarettes to you as my thanks.”

After hugging her mom, Jessica turns toward me; she sticks her tongue out in a mocking way before she walks away.

There are only me and Lisa in the room now.

“So, mind to tell me why you are letting Jessica smoke? Worse, why are you also joining her and enabling her? As her mother, you should know smoking is bad, and should stop Jessica from doing it, but here you are, smoking together with her instead of correcting our daughter’s wrongdoing. How can you be a good role model for our daughter if you start smoking too? Don’t tell me that this is another idea from Harmony.” I start to raise my voice to show how disappointed I am with her and how pissed I am now.

“Why are you bringing Harmony to this? She doesn’t have anything to do with my decision to start smoking or why I let Jessica smoke. You shouldn’t accuse someone easily, but anyway, if you want to know why I started smoking, you should look in the mirror, and recall what you have done,” she replies, her voice expressing her deep frustration.

“What have I done? I don’t think I’m doing anything wrong. I think my decision to confiscate Jessica’s cigarettes and beers is right, and my decision to ground her is also justified. Tell me what wrong thing I have done?”

Lisa let out a sigh. “It’s not directly related to what you have done to Jessica. It solely because of what you do. Do you know how much stress I felt because of you which pushed me to try smoking when Jessica offered me her cigarrette and said to me that it could help to lower the stress I had?”

“God darn it, can you not speak in puzzles, and tell me what I have done wrong then?”

“Playing dumb, aren’t you? What a typical man. Honestly, even if I’m a smoker, I can still be a positive influence on our daughter and our community. At least, better than you. Now, after experiencing the joy of smoking, I can’t think of any reason why we saw it as bad previously. After I talk with Jessica about this, I realize that old people like us need to move with time. Smoking isn’t the devil we need to fear like in our times. Smoking doesn’t make people bad. Smoking is less destructive than doing ****.”

Lisa takes a deep drag on her cigarettes and blows the smoke on my face. If I get a penny for every time someone blows their smoke on my face today, I will get two pennies. It was Ray a few hours ago, and now my wife does the same.

“Whatever you say, I will keep smoking, and I will let our daughter smoke. You can’t stop us, you have no power to stop us,” Lisa says confidently.

“Do you realize what you have said? This is madness, Lis.”

“Madness? No, Paul, I’m perfectly aware of what I said; this is retribution, not madness. I love you, Paul. I really do, but what you did greatly hurts me. I chose the least harmful way to punish not only you but myself too. If you love me, you will not stop me from what I do but reflect on your mistakes.”

I let out a frustrated groan, and then I look at my wife in the eyes seriously, “I love you too, Lis. I’m not playing dumb, but we are not speaking on the same page right now, so, to avoid further misunderstanding, please give me a hint where I am wrong.”

“Fine, let me ask you: why are you going to a shady club? Are you cheating on me with a whore?”

Lisa drops the shocking bomb. My eyes widened in shock.

How did she know?

To be continued

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