Indiscretions Chapter 6 Part 1

Morning comes, and I rise from the sofa. I didn't get enough sleep last night.

At first, I believed that my wife had thrown away my coke stash, because she had no reason to keep it. And knowing Lisa’s personality, she would do it. But her recent behavior makes me worried. My gut feeling is telling me something is wrong. What if Lisa doesn’t throw the Coke away but keeps it herself? I then shake my head. Lisa isn’t the type to do that. But the damage was done, I couldn’t seem to throw the thought away the entire night.

If last night I thought it was a crazy idea to let Lisa meet with Ray, this morning I am 90% sure that I want to bring my wife to Ray. A psychiatrist like her will be able to pry open the truth from my wife. But that only if Ray is really a psychiatrist, like her business name states. There is also another option to bring Lisa to another counselor who is more legitimate than Ray, but the more professional they are, the harder it will be for me to get any information hidden by my wife, as they would keep what she said in their session secret. In the end, I still picked Ray instead of choosing another psychiatrist.

I have decided that I will call Ray later to arrange a session for us after work. Right now, it’s better for me to do what I can to keep this family sane and not stray further on the wicked path. Last night, Jessica was high on coke. I can tolerate it if she is only smoking, but ****? It is a different matter; a young girl like Jessica didn’t have as strong self-control as I. She will easily become addicted to these devilish substances and will ruin her future. I need to prevent my daughter from being corrupted by the substance.

But before confronting my daughter, I need to clean myself first. I smell horrible. Because of what happened last night, I haven’t had a chance to change my clothing yet. I make my way to the master bedroom to change my clothes into a cleaner one, but when I try to open the door, I find the door to the room is locked.

“What the…?” I almost cursed at my wife. Doesn't she know that I need to change my clothing? Why the hell did she lock me out of our room? I understand if she doesn’t want to sleep with me at night because of her anger, but locking the room so I can’t enter our room is something outrageous that I can’t understand. It makes me even more suspicious of Lisa. I already have a bad feeling about this. It is an even more reason that I need someone to pry the truth from my wife’s mouth.

I find Lisa in the living room. She was in the middle of berating Jessica when I arrived on the scene.

“No, once is fine, but you want more? No, don’t try to negotiate with me. I need you to have some self-control. Don’t repeat it. I will not let you become addicted to ****. Do you understand, Jessica? Yesterday is the only exception I gave you.” Lisa berated Jessica with a stern voice.

“But, mom…”

“No, ‘but mom’ me young lady, it’s okay for you to smoke as many as you want, but for this one? No, I won’t let you even if you beg me.”

Hearing what Lisa said makes me feel that everything is back to normal, well, slightly normal, as Lisa still lets Jessica smoke. Lisa is still a good conservative woman who highly upholds morality, as I know her. Maybe I was wrong for suspecting her that she was keeping the ****, but that doesn’t change my plan. Her locking me out of our bedroom is still something questionable. She may not hide any ****, but it doesn’t mean she doesn’t hide something else. I want to know what she hides from me.

“So, what is this ruckus in the morning?” I approach them and make my presence known.

“I found Jessica still had some coke from yesterday, and I then confiscated her coke to dispose of it. Our talk yesterday made me realize that letting Jessica consume these things was wrong. It is my duty to straighten things up.”

Jessica then looks at me with an angry expression. I can guess that she blamed me for what her mother did, afterall Lisa did say that she reached the decision because of our talk last night. But what Lisa did was right, so I could only put on a stern expression to fight her angry gaze.

“Fine, keep the ****. I will go out with Sheila.” Jessica let out a scoff and walked away.

There is only Lisa, and I am left in the room.

“So, mind to explain to me: why are you locking the door to our room? Don’t you know that all my clothes are in there? Without going inside, how can I change my clothes? Do you want me to go to work smelly and looking like a mess? I know you are angry with me, but I am disappointed that you resort to something stupid like that. You are a PTA director and not a teenage girl, for god's sake, Lisa.” I confronted my wife. I have been trying to be patient because I know I am the one in the wrong. I am a good husband, so I let my wife do as she pleases to pay for the mistake that I did, but I am not a weak husband who is afraid of his wife. What she did is no different from sabotaging my career and offending my dignity. I just can’t stay silent for this one, or Lisa would unknowingly step over my dignity.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have locked the door. It was childish for me; I got carried away by my emotion.”

“Only because of that? Or you don’t want me to enter our room because you are hiding something there from me?” I am trying my luck by asking her the question. I put my entire focus on reading her expression to see whether there is a trace of panic because ‘her secret is revealed’ by me.

“Hiding something from you? I guess you are suspecting that I hid the coke instead of disposing of it. I’m not angry with you because it's normal that you suspect me of that. But do you think I have any reason to keep them? Trust me, I’m not keeping them; I have disposed of them.” Lisa answers in a calm manner. No hint of panic at all or even anger because I accused her of keeping the coke. She doesn't seem to be lying. But her calm is unsettling; she is too calm. I finally noticed something weird about my wife. Yesterday, when she was angry with me because she found out about the strip club and the coke, she always put on a sulking, annoyed expression when I was around and gave me the cold shoulder. But today her face has this calm, relaxed expression without any anger, not even when I subtly accuse her that she was keeping the **** stash. I should feel happy that my wife no longer seems angry with me, but I feel something is wrong hidden in her expression, though I can't pinpoint what's wrong with her. The Lisa last night and the Lisa this morning are like two different people.

“Take this and dispose of them yourself, then it might convince you that I don't have any reason to keep them.” Lisa hands me the Coke she just confiscated from our daughter.

“Oh, right, this is the key to our bedroom. I won’t follow you inside, so you can freely check the room if you don’t believe me.” She then hands me another item, the key to our bedroom.

“Are you satisfied now?” She asks me.

“For now.” I don’t say that I am satisfied with her response, and the matter will end here because I realize that I can use this reasoning to push Lisa to agree to my request when I ask her to go to Ray with me later. I can make a big fuss about this to **** Lisa to accept the offer.

I leave Lisa alone in the room, as I need to prepare to go to work.

With the key, I opened the door to our bedroom. Oh god, the room reeks of tobacco smell. Lisa must have smoked a lot of cigarettes last night.

I quickly open my wardrobe and pick out some clothes. After picking the suit I want to wear to work. I didn’t get out of the room right away. I look at the wardrobe beside mine. It is Lisa’s wardrobe. If she was hiding something from me, the only place to hide it in this room was her wardrobe or under our bed. Where else will she hide the coke stash? Every other place isn’t big enough to hide that bag of coke.

I lift the bedsheet and duvet to look under our bed, but there is nothing under our bed. Then I turn my attention back to Lisa’s wardrobe. I place my hand on the handle and take a deep breath before I open her wardrobe. My eyes wandered on the open wardrobe, not missing any nook and crannies where Lisa potentially hid the coke stash. But once more, I found nothing. I let out a relieved breath. It seems Lisa really threw these Cokes away instead of keeping them. But now, what is the thing that she keeps from me? Did she really lock me out of the room just because of her tantrum? I hope Ray can help me pry the truth.

I don’t find Lisa in the house, but when I walk out to our house driveway, I see Lisa chatting with Harmony in her foyer. Harmony notices my gaze and waves her hand at me to greet me.

“Hey, Paul, are you searching for your wife? She is here. Sorry, I will borrow her for some moments. I need her to help me with the yogurt I make.” Harmony yells at me in a cheery tone.

She doesn’t need to yell; I can see her and my wife just fine. I just give her a nod of understanding in response; I don’t want to repeat what happened yesterday, where I rudely accused her of doing something bad. I still dislike her because of her style, but for now, I consider her harmless until I have enough proof that Harmony is working with Mistress Noir to corrupt our community.

I watch the two ladies going inside Harmony’s house before I drive away to work. When I am about to leave the block, from the rear mirror I see a new car I don’t familiar with stop in front of Harmony’s house. Unfortunately, I don’t see who is in the car before my car goes too far.

As I drive to my work, I am still wondering whose car stopped at Harmony’s place. I am familiar with almost all the cars that are owned by the families that live in our community. It’s not a big community after all. And that black SUV with a flaming skull decal wasn’t something that anyone in the community owned. Somehow, the flaming skull decal feels so familiar. I think I have seen it somewhere before, but where?

I then recall that before all this smoke and **** matter happened, I was asking Lisa to ask whether Harmony knew a man named Preston. I don’t know why the first thought I have in my mind is that the car belongs to Preston. I pray that it isn’t like I thought. Yes, it may be just some buyer for Harmony’s milkshake.

I am quite distracted at my work, but I manage to finish my work before the clock hits five p.m.

I am waiting for another porn message from Mistress Noir.

Ding!

A message from Mistress Noir entered my phone as the clock hit 5. Without further ado, I played the video that I just got.

The first scene I see is Slut#1 dragging Slut#2 toward a stage. Slut#1 now sported platinum blonde hair color like Sheila, while Slut#2 is still wearing her pink wig. Slut#1 only dressed in a sexy halter top and a cutoff short while Slut#2 was in a sexy crop top with the word ‘Daddy’s rebellious princess’ printed on it and a pleated skirt. I recognize the skirt is a part of the school uniform she wore before. The two slut were wearing party masks to hide their identity.

Slut#1 danced vulgarly on the stage until Slut#2 followed her friend's example a few moments later. I can hear the previously silent audience begin to cheer as the two girls dance and twerk.

“Wait, are they in Club Venus?” I finally recognize that the stage is similar to the stripper stage I saw in Club Venus.

Slut#1 untied her halter top and threw her top away to the audience. She did the same with her cutoff short a moment later. She was now only dressed in her red underwear. I almost chuckle when I see that Slut#1 is wearing a push-up bra to make her chest look bigger. Slut#2 hesitated to follow Slut#1 example, but then Slut#1 approached her and **** her to remove her outer clothes. The next moment, Slut#2 is also only in her underwear. Unlike slut#1, when I see what Slut#2 wore, I get stunned with surprise. The brassiere that Slut#2 wore looks like what I see several times at home. My daughter, Jessica, has the same bra that Slut#2 wore right now in her wardrobe. Must be a coincidence, it’s not like only Jessica has these kinds of bras. But it successfully makes me feel disturbed.

In the middle of the dance, Slut#1 suddenly gave Slut#2 a surprise kiss on the lips. Slut#2 seemed to be surprised and instinctively pulled her head back to disengage from Slut#1. The two paused awkwardly.

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” The audience cheered and encouraged the two to kiss once again.

“You hear them, they want to see us kissing,” Slut#1 say.

‘This is wrong, I’m not a lesbian.” Slut#2 replied.

“For fuck sake, Slut, you have done worse, and you are ashamed by a kiss from a girl? Let me introduce you to the world of bisexuality. A girl may love cock, but also other women’s touch and companionship at the same time. Relax, you don’t need to do anything, just let me take control, you just need to follow my movement.”

Slut#2 finally relented because of Slut#1 persuasion. Slut#2 was no longer resisting when Slut#1 kissed her. The two nubile young girls engage in a passionate kiss. Slut#1 was fondling Slut#2’s breast with her left hand while her right hand shoves Slut#2 panties aside and fingers the pink-haired slut’s pussy. Stream of juice is pouring down Slut#2 pussy as Slut#1 fingered her intimate holes skillfully.

“Ok, that's enough, Sweetcheek, don’t let Candycunt cum yet.” A woman’s voice stopped the two from continuing their act.

Sweetcheek and Candycunt, that must be the names for Slut#1 and Slut#2 respectively.

The crowd split like Moses splitting the Red Sea to give way to Mistress Noir. The black-dressed woman walks toward the stage and approaches the two girls.

“Mistress,” the two girls greet her.

“Candycunt, you want to cum after Sweetcheek stimulates you, right?” Mistress Noir asked Candycunt.

“Yes, Mistress, please let me cum.”

“Not yet, it’s a waste if you just cum right now. I want you to cum the hardest in front of the club’s audience. For that, I will inject you with this ****. You should recognize this ****. Your friend Sweetcheek and her mom are so addicted to it and crave this **** that they will do anything for me.” Mistress Noir takes out a syringe from her purse.

“This **** will fill your brain with overwhelming lust. But this one will make you unable to cum without getting the companion **** that works as a fix. I will wait until your brain is overloaded with pleasure before I let you cum your hardest in front of our audience.” Mistress Noir explained her plan to Candycunt.

Candycunt’s fear is apparent after she hears what Mistress Noir will do to her, but she is trapped there. Candycunt has **** but to let Mistress Noir do her thing.

The black-dressed lady then proceeded to inject Candycunt with the syringe in her hand. The **** effect quickly kicked in. Candycunt panting like a bitch in heat, she claws her bra and panties, trying to quickly remove the article of clothing from her body as if it is on fire. After getting her bra and panties torn from her body, Candycunt frantically rubs her pussy like a madman. She wants to cum so bad, but there is something in her body that blocks her from achieving orgasm.

“Please…please, let me cum.” Candycunt begs.

“Will you be a good girl if I let you cum?” Mistress Noir asks her.

Candycunt is already groveling on the floor. Her mind is already at its limit before she goes fully crazy. “Yes…yes, I will be your good girl.”

“Okay, I want you to squat, show your pussy toward our audience.”’

Candycunt used her remaining strength to get into the position. She’s squatting with her leg spread apart. Her fingers spread open her labia so the audience could see her pussy.

“Open your mouth wide. I will give you the fix.”

The young girl opens her mouth as commanded. Mistress Noir then pours some milky white liquid into her waiting mouth.

As soon as the fix entered her system, her body spasmed. She squirted nonstop like a broken dam. She orgasmed so hard that her squirt reached the audience in the front row, who were standing at least 15 feet apart from the stage. Her current expression was quite silly; her mouth opened wide with her tongue lolled to the side, her eyes crossed with each other.

I recall that there was a time I caught some of my younger subordinates off guard, watching Japanese porn in the office. In porn, there are some women making this kind of expression. If I recall it correctly, it is called ahegao.

I thought the video would end at this point with a black screen, but a moment later, another scene appeared. This time it took place in the club’s private room. Slut#1 a.k.a Sweetcheek is nowhere to be seen. In the room, there was only Slut#2 a.k.a Candycunt and Mistress Noir. Candycunt is kneeling in submission before Mistress Noir.

“Mistress, please give me the **** again, I will do anything for it.” The girl begged.

“Okay, I will give you some taste, but only if you do the task well. I want you to trick your parent especially your mom, to get hooked on ****. I want you to corrupt your family. Just sprinkle a little of this coke into their drink every morning to make them easily hooked if they have contact with a stronger dose.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I feel some kind of deja vu as I watch the scene; it feels like I am watching the first video she sent me once again, where Slut#1 is drugging her family, and it results in her whole family becoming Mistress Noir’s ****. On one hand, I pray that Candycunt’s family will have a better end, but on the other hand, maybe because I still treat this as fantasy, I also find it hot if Candycunt’s family fell under Mistress Noir’s influence. I wonder what the evil woman will do to them if they fall under her grasp.

The video finally ends. I have a hard boner after watching the video. I quickly remind myself that my purpose in watching that video isn’t to get a sexual release but to gather some information to pinpoint her identity and let her be caught by the authorities. Like how she worded it, it is a game between her and me.

Continued in the next part >>>

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