The Anti-Cheater is taking shape

While Latex Dominatrix plotted what to do next Kristie Logan sat at the table outside the Starbucks sipping her frap. She was a little confused, but she didn’t let it ruin her afternoon. Last night Will had come home early rather than have a late meeting for two with the slut at his office. And much more to her surprise he was much more romantic than he had been in a long time. He was still horny, but he was much more romantic. They had made love five times in twelve hours, and the reason they weren’t still in bed was because Jeff wanted Will to take him to the comic shop since he was finally off on a Saturday. Well he had been at home instead of banging some secretary wanting to suck her way up the corporate ladder.

“Skank,” Kristie murmured to herself, “Pro escort. Honest girlfriend. Side girlfriend. Wife.”

Kristie didn’t understand what was going on, but it was almost like that BBC show Sherlock. All the clues were getting highlighted, and it was easy for her to figure out who each woman was as she walked by. She had even seen a few who were clearly closeted lesbians and some rather timid virgins.

*

Lieutenant Amy Brewster stood at attention. Nearly getting a reporter killed was a major black eye for the National Guard. But the fact that she caught the barrel AND had left a hand impression in it meant this incident needed special, careful review.

*

Christine Park looked at herself in the mirror. She hadn’t understood George’s sudden horny streak last night, they hadn’t had sex in years, but now looking in the mirror, she got it. Man had she gotten it. Three times yesterday, and twice today before she had dropped George off at the airport. She posed for herself and admired her shapely body. She had seemingly recovered the body she had left behind in her youth. She played with her nipples lightly and wondered if she really could cut glass with them. Christine did something out of character for her and stuck her hand down her pants. Even her pussy seemed younger and tighter.

*

Kristie Logan walked into the shop not knowing what brought her there, but she couldn’t help herself. She looked around at all the fascinating outfits. She was drawn to a series of shiny ones. A black and red trimmed police shirt captivated her. A sales girl walked up to her. In her head Kristie already knew.

“You seduce straight married women,” Kristie stated to the young woman’s face.

The sales girl’s face went from a fake commercial smile to a flat expressionless mask of a criminal who had been informed by the police they knew what she did.

“Just admit it,” Kristie said, “You saw me and wanted to make a buck off me and fuck me in the dressing room.”

“Yes,” the sales girl said after a second of trying to refute the statement.

“Tell me more about this,” Kristie pointed at the shiny black and red police style shirt.

“It’s latex ma’am,” the sales girl started into the pitch but this time she kept calling Kristie Ma’am.

*

Latex Dominatrix felt hungry, more specifically she her pussy felt hungry. She grabbed her cellphone and dialed one of her boyfriends.

“Shut up bitch,” She ordered with an authoritative tone, “Drop what you are doing and get ready to meet me at the sex shop by my sex nest, bring your wallet. But first give the phone to your wife.”

She tapped the toe of her heeled boots on the asphalt.

“Silence,” Latex Dominatrix ordered, “I am the dominatrix that owns your husband and now I will own you. Stop what you are doing and go with my booty bitch. Bring your purse.”

Jen smiled cruelly as she looked at herself in the motorcycle’s mirror.

*

Christine had changed into her third outfit trying to find the one that made her look the best. She was surprised to find that no matter what, she looked great. She didn’t even put on makeup.

*

Kristie looked at herself in the mirror while the sales girl kneeled on the floor next to her. Latex really suited her. She looked at the knee boots, the black rubber leggings with the red stripe down the leg and her rubber black and red shirt.

“I need a hat, a belt and a trench coat,” Kristie thought of Carmine Sandiego, “But I think I will get those elsewhere. Right now… Pick out an latex number you would want me to wear while fucking you.”

The sales girl ran off into the store while Kristie smiled and stripped. She texted her husband and told him that she would be done shopping soon and that he would like what she bought when they put their son to bed.

*

Latex Dominatrix had the store owner; a blonde, her boyfriend, and his wife; a brunette on their knees begging to be her slaves. They were already wearing nothing but leather collars. She was picking out leather and latex body harnesses and lingerie for them to wear for her as her slaves. She stopped at the butt plugs and smiled.

“Get over her shits,” she called and started tossing plugs at them, “get these in your asses now!”

*

Kristie smiled as she carried the bag of the latex outfits and boots. Will arched an eyebrow as he watched his wife walked over. She had a pep in her step. She kissed her husband and then kneeled down and hugged her son.

“Did you get everything you wanted?” Kristie asked.

“Yeah,” Jeff said then looked at the bag, “What did you get?”

“A superhero suit,” Kristie giggled as she stood up and kissed Will, “And something for daddy.”

Will’s eyes went wide as Kristie’s free hand pulled his behind her and down the back of her pants and onto the latex garter belt.

Thanks to Wicker for the idea of the Anti-Cheater