I thought back to how she had been acting the last few weeks. I thought about how usually I get home from work, and before I have a chance to set down my suitcase, she demands that I make her dinner. Recently she’d been a bit nicer. I was allowed thirty minutes to sit down with a cup of coffee before making her food. Hell, I was even allowed to watch what I wanted on the television for a while. She seemed overall in a better mood and I just put it down to hormones or something. But now I was starting to wonder if it was something else.
I felt nervous. At least, I thought I felt nervous.
There was something I couldn’t admit to myself. I couldn’t even say the words in my own head about what was probably happening. I looked at myself in the bedroom mirror; a skinny, worthless man, sinking into himself. I thought about how lucky I was that I even got to put my hands on Victoria. She looked like one of the BBW pornstars I jerked myself off to five times a day in my teen years. And I always thought, big girls are easy. Big girl girls are more appreciative. Big girls don’t know how fucking beautiful they really are. Big girls can be controlled.
But not Victoria. Oh no. She knows she’s a Goddess.
I didn’t even think about what I was doing. I’d grabbed my phone and was texting my boss…
‘Hey Dan. I won’t be able to make it in tomorrow – family emergency. Hope that’s okay.’
I clicked send. Family emergency? I couldn’t think of anything better but I knew he wasn’t the type to ask questions.
The butterflies in my stomach multiplied. I couldn’t believe I was going to go through with this, but I couldn’t resist. If she caught me… But wait. Why was I worrying about that? If she caught me… why would I be the one in the wrong?
She came home from seeing her friends a few hours later. I had cleaned up in the mess I made in the bedroom and closed down the windows I’d opened on her laptop and put it away. Still, I felt anxious that she’d find something out of place. Victoria had this way of knowing things… I always felt on edge, because she was brutal when you got on the wrong side of her. I always felt at her mercy. But whenever she was in one of her bad moods, whenever she threw every insult under the sun at me, made me feel like the pathetic man I am… I always felt the stirring in my pants.
It was Monday morning and I feigned getting ready for work. I put on my tie, packed my suitcase, and made her breakfast in bed like I did every morning.
I brought the tray through into the bedroom and she was still half-alseep. There was a plate full of fried bacon, sausages, eggs, with a kripsy kreme donut on the side and a big glass of orange juice. I set it down on her dresser and crept over to her side of the bed.
‘Morning Goddess… Breakfast is ready. I’m just going to work…’
Her eyes opened, and then shifted over to the breakfast. She gave an angry sigh.
‘Are you fucking kidding me? You know I meet Susan for brunch on Mondays.’ She sighed again and rolled over.
‘I’m sorry,’ I groaned. She didn’t answer. I picked up my suitcase and left.