Clarrisa Shows It All

Clarrisa Vanessa Bennett blushes as she scrolls through the photos that she just sent her husband. Some of them were not so bad. There was one photo where she was looking over her shoulder, showing her bare butt to the camera. The others, however, were much more explicit.

It was an embarrassing price to pay for the expensive lifestyle that she liked to keep. Her husband admired her greatly but when he was overseas for months at a time, he complained of getting lonely. In order for her to have a generous weekly allowance, she had to fulfill his request for some nude photos. It was as common as breathing and she was able to shop to her heart’s content.

Setting her cell phone on the bed, she returns to the bathroom to finish drying her hair. She can’t help but think of the fun that her husband and his friends will have tonight with the photos she sent. At first, she had been completely mortified to find out that he was sharing her photos with his work friends but in time she got used to their winks and smiles when she saw them.

By the time she was dressed in a navy blue skirt and white blazer, she had forgotten all about the photos that were on her phone. She had moved on to the itinerary for the day which included a trip to Apollo’s Designer, lunch at Michaelangelo’s Authentic Italian Cuisine and she’d cap it all off with a stop at the country club for a relaxing massage.

Stepping out of the master bathroom, she glanced around the room and headed for the door. As she reached the door, she froze in horror. Turning back around, she looked on the bed where her cell phone had been. It was nowhere to be found. In a moment of pure panic, she searched everywhere for the phone but couldn’t find it.

“Oh God. Where is the phone?!” she cried.

Pulling her bedroom door open, she almost shed tears of joy as she found her phone in the hands of her two year old daughter, Amy, who was now playing one of the cartoon games that Clarissa had loaded for her. She was impressed that Amy managed to load it up on her own.

Stephanie, Amy’s live-in nanny was in the kitchen making breakfast for the three of them like she always did. Clarissa politely told Stephanie that she wouldn’t be eating breakfast this morning since she was planning on stopping at Michaelangelo’s. Taking her phone from her daughter, she slid it into her purse and was out the door after a quick goodbye to Stephanie and Amy.

Tossing her purse in the backseat, she headed for the driver’s side door when she peered over to her neighbor’s yard and was surprised to find Mr. and Mrs. Morrison standing near their front door, staring at her. Raising an eyebrow, she waved at them but they shook their heads and turned their back on her.

“Oh well, no big loss,” Clarissa said to herself as she opened up the door and got behind the wheel.

She’d have to call her husband when she reached the store and let her know about that strange scene. Maybe she had done something to offend them or maybe he had. Either way, Brian and Angela Morrison were hardly the center of their social circle.