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Aphrodisia C2

Aphrodisia C2

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Aphrodisia Ch. 03
Gwendolyn Chambers was not having a good day. Her husband had left her for some bitch at a local massage parlour. Hell, it was probably a whorehouse for all she knew.That morning she'd woken up to find him sat downstairs on their couch with a suitcase packed up next to him. For a moment there she had actually thought he was surprisingher with a secretly booked holiday or something. Then he'd started talking about how shewasn't there for him anymore, about how she wouldn't give up her career to start thefamily he wanted so much. Finally after spouting enough bullshit to sate his guiltyconscience he'd told her about the other woman in his life. Apparently he was going tostay with her. He'd left her that morning with their pre-prepared divorce papers. Just before he'd walked out of the door he turned back and wished her good luck in the jobinterview she had that afternoon. He'd used his best 'lets all be friends' voice when he'dsaid it. She'd stood through it all in stunned silence.The tears came a little while after the door had closed behind him. She knew they hadn't been talking as much as they should have. They had problems. So did everyone else.Problems were meant to be worked out. She'd wanted to make her marriage work somuch. Hoping desperately that the spark they'd lost in the past year or so would come back. The man's obsessive desire to have kids and see her stay at home had plagued her so much. Every time they'd work up to having sex he'd always mention how he thought itwas time to forget the contraception. It always killed her enthusiasm. For the past sixmonths they'd barely touched each other.After several years of law school she wasn't about to waste all that time and her qualifications as a full fledged lawyer by staying at home. She was only twenty six yearsold goddammit. Not to mention that she was good enough to be interviewed thatafternoon by one of the best up and coming law firms in the country. Her old firm heardabout the interview and fired her immediately. She didn't care. They were a total of fiveold men who had spent most of their time trying to put her into secretarial work. Shewasn't going to stand for that and had managed to secure several cases for herself. She'dshown so much promise that her new firm, or so she hoped, had actually called her.They'd indicated that the interview was basically a formality and that the placement wasas good as hers anyway.Unfortunately having someone who you thought was the love of your life leave you for someone else can change more things than just your relationship status. So she'd walkedinto the interview that afternoon with tear stains, puffy eyes and a slightly dishevelledlook about her. The interviewers had seemed quite surprised at first. Surprise turned intodisapproval however when she couldn't hold herself together long enough to finish theinterview. After she'd hurried out to the nearest toilet in order to throw up their secretary
told her she wasn't to be allowed back inside the interview room. The woman had gentlytold her she wasn't what they were looking for and that they were very sorry for wastingher time. Gwen started to cry again after that and was still shaking when she left the building. In one day her entire life had turned into a complete mess.She had thought briefly of calling a friend but then realised that she didn't have any. Allof her old friends had slowly been pushed away by her husband's disapproval of her socialising with anyone who wasn't him. Her mother had died when she was twenty oneand she'd never known her father at all. With no other family the poor woman hadrealised there was no one in the world to help her. For a while she went back home but itdidn't take long until the walls felt like they were starting to close in on her. Memories of living there that she'd once cherished now seemed like perverted stains soiling her house.Taking her car keys she'd driven to the nearest hotel and booked a room for the night.When the man behind the desk had given her the room key she didn't stay to listen to theusual spiel of what the hotel had to offer.It didn't take long for her to make her way into the bar. She ordered a double vodka,straight up. Looking around the place she saw it was practically empty of people. Asshe'd sat down on a bar stool two teenage girls walked past her looking very happy withthemselves. Feeling like she'd never be happy again, her current troubles started to weighmore heavily on her shoulders.In fact she was so wrapped up in her own thoughts that she didn't notice when the bartender came back with her drink. After she didn't respond when he set the drink infront of her the man audibly cleared his throat. As Gwendolyn muttered an apology andstarted fumbling about with her purse however a man stepped up to the bar and paid for her drink. He also ordered one for himself. Wiping her eyes again she looked at him.Angry and slightly embarrassed she had told him she didn't want anything from him.He didn't seem to mind the irritated tone she used on him and paid for her drink despite it.Then a woman had come over to see what he was up to and that had disarmed her somewhat. Apparently she and the man were there together and he'd just seen Gwendolynthere trying not to cry and had come over to see if she was alright. Reassured that hewasn't trying to hit on her she'd been more receptive to the pair trying to cheer her up.From the labels on the bags the woman was carrying she knew that the pretty blonde had just been lingerie shopping. The guy was in for a hell of a night it seemed. It had been sonice of them to stop to talk to her that she'd let them walk her up to her room. The womanhad introduced herself as Sonya on the way up to the third floor as Jamie led the way. Bysome strange coincidence their rooms had been right opposite each other. When she'dgone inside she'd found her room was pleasant enough and started getting undressed.Thinking that there might still be hope for the human race if it had people like that youngcouple in it she'd allowed herself a small smile.The suit she'd worn to the interview was soon unravelled from her fatigued body. Shehadn't even had time to iron the damn thing that morning. Catching a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror she realised that she wouldn't have even hired herself looking like
that. She'd tied her hair up into a bun that had already begun to unravel of its own accord.Loosening the hairpin that kept it in place caused her long dark auburn hair to cascadedown to hang just past her shoulder blades. She ruffled the messy locks up a little to letthem fall more wildly around her features. Her shoes were kicked across the room as shethen slipped out of her suit-jacket to let it crumple on the floor. The grey skirt had beenthe next to go as she made her way towards the bathroom. After flicking on the lightswitch she made her way over to the polished sink and washed her face. Afterward shelooked into the mirror and realised she actually looked a little better. The wild waves of her hair framed her exotic features. Her mother had been Spanish and she'd always takenafter her more than her father. Granted she'd never met her father but her mother had toldher he was English. Her olive skin tone and exotic features were reminiscent far more of the people of the Mediterranean than those of the British Isles. She also noticed her light brown eyes weren't brimming with tears for what must have been the first time since thatmorning.
"I guess those two actually did manage to cheer me up a little." 
She thought to herself.Walking back to bed she started thinking about the couple again, more specifically theman. Jamie. He'd said his name was Jamie. She'd thought of him as a man the first timeshe'd seen him but he couldn't have been older than twenty. He'd been tall. She guessed just over six feet in height with a strong athletic build. His musculature wasn't outlandishlike that of a bodybuilder but rather lithe, toned, almost panther-like. He'd certainlydisplayed his strength by carrying several heavy bags up to the room without any trouble.Remembering the firm shapely ass and the way his biceps tensed with the weight of the bags she let her thoughts wander for a while. She found the more she rememberedJamie's appealing physique, the more her troubles slipped farther to the back of her mind.Gwendolyn caught herself daydreaming in the doorway to the bathroom and shook her head. She had a lot of problems on her plate right now and this was no time for her to beindulging in impossible fantasies. Jamie's girlfriend had after all being a gorgeous slim blonde with several bags filled with naughty under garments. It was hardly plausible thatGwendolyn could tempt the young man away from her even if she'd wanted to. She'd also been older than him by at least five or six years.
"Probably teaching him how to use his equipment properly." 
Gwendolyn thought toherself with a little smirk. Still, she'd thought the two were a good match for each other despite the slight age gap. There had been something in the way they looked at each other that suggested they were very much in love. Thinking about that made Gwendolyn feel alittle emptier inside. She needed a distraction to prevent her from crying the night away.In fact she was thinking about turning on the TV and raiding the mini-bar when shecaught a faint pleasant scent in the air. At first she thought it might have been somethingto make the bed sheets smell nicer and ignored it. Then she found herself breathing alittle more deeply through her nose. Whatever that smell was it was one of the nicestthings she'd ever come across in her life. As she inhaled more and more the scent becameever stronger. She went over to the bed and pulled back the sheets to look for the source

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