Not quite what you expected

As the car pulls away from your house, you feel incredibly excited. What you're doing is probably crazy, but you don't care. You did the responsible mom thing and did it well. Both girls are excellent young women on their way to promising careers. The high school fling who impregnated you and then shirked his responsibility really did you a huge favor. Not only are those girls the best thing in your life, but by treating you like a disposable sex object you learned a lot about yourself.

Sometimes, you like to lean into that headspace and dehumanize yourself a little bit further. They're not your daughters at all, they're his. You just provided the pussy for his momentary pleasure and the womb to carry them. Then you gave everything you had to raise them for him. At no point did you make a choice to do or not do. He made a choice by leaving, and you simply accepted it. Accepted the place he'd put you in.

And now, that task completed, you're rushing off to some grand ballroom or some seedy den of sin to plunge yourself right back into the cold, unappreciative arms of strange men. You fantasize dreamily about what this club meeting might be like. A secret organization like Adonis is probably massively wealthy. Secretive and morally questionable to most, they'll have all sorts of lawyers and corrupt bureaucrats in their pockets, possibly in their ranks. Trading women and money for favors.

Your pussy is on fire, having been completely ignored for two days. Thankfully, the driver of the car hasn't tried to engage you in any conversation at all, so you quietly draw the hem of your dress up your thighs until your fingers can reach the damp fabric of your panties. You quiet a soft moan as you tease yourself eagerly, delighting in the slick wetness as you grind the soaked material against your flesh.

You're suddenly pulled from your reverie when the car pulls to a gentle stop. The driver coughs once and says, "We're ah... here." You notice the rear view mirror is tilted at a low angle. He was watching you.

Your cheek burn with a delicious mix of embarrassment and exhilaration. "Thank you," you offer simply as you quickly slip out of the car to see where "here" is.

What? This place? The car dropped you off at a budget motel near the highway. Not very large, and certainly not the sort of place you'd have imagined people like this to hold a public recruitment meeting. But the car leaves and you're left with **** but to walk inside. You couldn't call another car if you wanted to. Fresh fantasies flood your horny mind. Scenes of being stranded on the outskirts of town, sucking some stranger's dick in a nice dress in the hopes he'd help you get home.

You shake your head and focus, smiling stupidly. Oh, yes, leaving your phone and money behind was a great idea. One way or another, you're on an adventure now and it's too late to turn back.