TABOO TALES(erotica)

The school was in a state of frenzy. No one could concentrate because of the scandal. Everyone was talking about the video of that skank Jager fucking Marin. The teacher had been called into the office first thing, and she hadn’t come out.

Speculation was running wild.

Finally, school security walked her back to the classroom with a box. A short time later, they escorted her to the front door. She’d been dismissed.

Steph and Brigette were standing side by side, leaning against the school’s brick wall in the parking lot. They’d arrived just in time to see the back of someone running away, having just spray-painted SLUT and WHORE on the sides of Jager’s Mercedes. Now the ladies waited.

The ex-teacher hobbled around the corner, walking like she was in pain and clearly shaken by how quickly her life was turning to shit. She was almost to her car when she saw the new paint job and let out a little scream. She lost her grip on the heavy box, and it slipped from her arms, dropping to the pavement. Something inside shattered when it hit.

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” she screamed in anger and frustration.

“Lost your teaching gig?” Brigette asked.

Ilsa spun to glare at the voice. “Did you do this?” she screamed, pointing at her car.

Brigette gestured above her at the security camera aimed at the lot. “Are you kidding? I’m not stupid enough to do something like that on camera.”

Nodding toward the car, Steph smiled. “Something to be said about truth in advertising, though!” she called out.

Ilsa pulled her shoulder back defiantly. “You know nothing!”

“I know Andre didn’t want your moldy cooch on his dick,” Steph called back, then pointed to Ilsa’s chest. “Listen, if you can’t find anyone willing to risk leaving their kids alone with you, you still have those tits. You could probably earn some money stripping, hooking, or doing porn. I mean, who doesn’t love a nasty bitch who takes it up the ass?”

Message delivered, Brigette and Steph walked away, flipping the bird to the ex-teacher.

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When she pulled into her driveway, Ilsa frowned, seeing the Escalade parked in front of her door. Then she saw the vanity plate. FCASTLE. Shit, it was Freddie.

She snarled as she saw the man himself stepping out and grinning happily in her direction. Tall, broad-shouldered, barrel-chested, and that idiotic perpetual grin on his face. His wavy red hair was nice, though. She winced when she remembered she’d actually contemplated fucking him.

She parked her car and climbed out.

“Love the new paint job. It really brings out the bitch in your eyes,” he chuckled at the vandalism.

“Not the day to be pissing me off, Freddie,” she warned.

“How about pissing on?” he said with a grin as he handed her a thick envelope.

She frowned at it. “What’s this?”

“Are you really that stupid? What’s my job? Say it with me, divorce attorney. That’s your copy of the paperwork to spring my client from your evil clutches. You’ve been served.” He grinned at the stunned look on Ilsa’s face.

“You’ve been colossally stupid, fraulein. You hurt a good man. A good man who happens to be my friend, so I’m going to do what I do best. If you have anything left when I’m done, well, that’s moot because you won’t have anything left.”

His eyes blatantly dropped to stare at her chest. “Okay, you’ll have those. I’m sure you can shake them under Bennington’s drippy nose and get him to cough up a few shekels, but you’ll have to let him fuck your ass too.”

Ilsa shook the envelope at Freddie. “Derek would never–”

“You confused nice with weak. And you used up all of Derek’s nice,” Freddie said as he walked backward to his truck’s door. “See you in court, slut. Or is it whore? You really should have stuck with one or the other.” He said, gesturing to her car’s new decoration.

Ilsa watched him drive away, his middle finger pointing to the sky from his window.

That gesture was becoming too familiar today.

*************

Andre carried the groceries up the flight of stairs. Their new apartment had air conditioning, but the stairway up to their second-floor doorway didn’t. It was a hot one outside, and he was looking forward to getting inside. They had the top floor of a lovely two-story home not too far from the MIT campus. It took them two weeks to move in and furnish it as best they could with their limited funds.

Cassandra found the apartment for them after an extensive hunt and many phone calls. The woman who owned the building, Marielle Beaumont, was a senior and lived on the lower floor. She seemed to like him as he told her he’d be willing to care for the building’s maintenance needs, including raking leaves and shoveling snow. He was handy, she said.

He let himself into the apartment and put away the groceries. Marielle had invited them to dinner tonight to celebrate their settling in, so Andre took a quick shower and put on a nice collared shirt and his tan slacks. His new look was a disguise to prevent people from connecting him to the long-haired goth man from the sexy video.

Speaking of his hair, he had much less of it and could no longer hide his face behind it. He had what Cassandra called a sensible cut. It was very short on the sides, with a few waves allowed on top. She couldn’t keep her fingers out of it, and he found he didn’t mind that at all.

He heard a key in the door and smiled as she stepped inside with a sigh of relief. She was wearing one of her new work outfits, and he thought she looked elegant and beautiful. She’d shortened her hair a little as well, but hers reached her shoulders now and still made his fingers itch to touch. He hadn’t given into that need because he was still worried that she might not approve.

Her new investment manager position was challenging her mind, and she really enjoyed her first week. She told him her coworkers were friendly, and there was plenty of potential for upward mobility in the company. She teased him by saying they were all curious about the man she was shacking up with.

She quickly got ready, and they went downstairs for dinner. Marielle invited them in with a delighted smile, and Andre held still for her cheek kisses. She was very friendly, so Cassandra worked with him to not react badly when the older woman touched him. It was still a work in progress.

“Sandra, how is your new job coming along?” Marielle asked.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

This was something else Casandra insisted he do to protect their new life in Boston. Before they moved, she arranged to have their names changed slightly to escape from the notoriety and break from their past. To everyone else, she was Sandra, and he was Andrew. She’d contacted his college and made the revisions so their records would now indicate his new name.

He could think of her as Cassandra and himself as Andre, but he was never to use those names in the presence of others. He found he could do that.

Cassandra filled in their landlord on the business and how much she was enjoying her new job.

The woman looked at Andre next. “I saw you go out earlier, Andrew, and return with bags.”

He nodded with a smile. “Groceries.”

“Are you excited about starting your new classes?” she asked. She was aware he’d be going to MIT and was very impressed.

“Yes, I’m looking forward to it very much,” he responded, as Cassandra said he should.

Marielle smiled at him, then looked at his sister. “Your man is so well mannered.”

Cassandra smiled widely as she nodded, and they shared a giggle as Andre glanced at his sister. Her man? She nodded to him slightly, so he didn’t ask her about it here.

Marielle moved to the kitchen and soon returned with a taurine filled with delicious-smelling coq au vin.

She served them, and they began eating.

“This is delicious!” Andre told her with a smile.

“I can teach you how to make it if you’d like,” she offered with a little smile.

“Yes, please!” he said enthusiastically.

Cassandra grinned as she was enjoying her meal, too.

The ladies dominated the conversation, as Andre wasn’t much of a conversationalist.

Soon it was time to say good night, and Andre got his cheeks kissed again. He wondered at the double kiss and where it came from.

“You two are such a lovely couple. It makes me happy as it reminds me of my Leo,” Marielle sighed with a smile.

Cassandra wrapped an arm around Andre’s back and hugged him to her side as she nodded her thanks to the woman. Andre threw a nod in as well, which made the older woman grin at him.

Then they were climbing the stairs to their apartment. Once they were in behind the locked door, Cassandra faced him and put her hands on his shoulders.

“You’re probably wondering why she thinks we’re a couple. While I was looking for the apartment, I had more success saying we were a couple. For some reason, landlords were less comfortable renting to siblings. Maybe they thought one would move out and the other would have trouble paying rent? I don’t know.

“This is why you told me not to talk to her about us?” he asked.

Cassandra nodded. “Until we are settled, and she’s comfortable that we’re good people.” She got a wicked little smile on her lips. “I have to admit I might have shared the story at work, too. Telling them I was in a relationship helped keep the Romeos from trying to date the new girl. Then I began to enjoy the make-believe. Pretending you were my man.”

Andre was trembling. This was what he wanted, too. His mouth moved before his brain could stop him. “Would that be bad?”

Cassandra locked eyes with him, and her eyes were so lovely Andre ached for her. “You mean for real?”

He licked his lips and nodded, terrified he’d offended her, but she didn’t appear angry.

“W-wouldn’t that… wouldn’t that make me no better than Gloria?” she asked in a quiet, tight voice.

Andre’s eyes widened in shock. “No! You’re nothing like her! I love you!”

His guilty secret was out, his declaration exposed for her to accept or reject. Andre had never felt so vulnerable in his life.

Cassandra’s heavenly lips were suddenly pressing against his, and a tremor of relief rocked through his body as his arms wrapped around her, pulling her softness against his hard muscles.