Cruel Infidelity

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Tears roll down Rachel’s cheeks. Of course he wasn’t faithful or honest. Why did I ever think otherwise?

“He’s been in there awhile,” Jennifer states.

“Yeah,” she mutters, rubbing her eyes with the palms of her hands.

“I hate to say this, but I think it’s clear what’s going on.”

“I’m a fucking laughing stock!” She sneers. “And the worst part about it is I knew it. I knew something was up the whole time but I kept ignoring it.”

“He was going to have sex with with someone regardless of you okaying it,” Jennifer murmurs. “It isn’t your fault.”

“Yeah, but that’s the thing. I’m the one who suggested it.”

“Tammy specifically?”

“Well, no. I thought it’d be a stranger from Tinder or something.”

“But instead he chose someone close.”

Rachel grimaces. “Yup.”

“That’s so messed up.”

“I think I was just so blinded by everything. I wanted this to work. Heather has always treated me like garbage.” She shakes her head. “Am I stupid or something?” Her voice shakes. She sniffles, wiping her nose on the arm of her jacket. “I just wanted to have something over her for once. Anything.”

“Walking away would be winning.”

“It doesn’t feel that way.”

“So, then what do you want to do?” Jennifer asks.

Rachel stares out the window. “Honestly, I’d love to set this bitch’s house on fire.”

Jennifer snorts. “Let’s try to keep you out of jail.”

“A hot coffee, a cold shower, and a therapist would be nice.”

They both laugh. “I know just the place,” Jennifer says, shifting the car into gear.

“This is where I work,” Jennifer says, pulling up to the little pink coffee house.”

“No way,” Rachel says, her eyes widening. “You must deal with so many creeps.”

“It isn’t that bad.” She shrugs.

Rachel watches as a half naked woman hands Jennifer a cup of coffee. “Who’s your friend?” the woman asks.

Rachel shrinks into herself, in no mood for a meet and greet.

“This is Rachel.” She turns to look at her. Jennifer’s smile could light up a room. “We were best friends in high school.”

Was that true? Hadn’t Heather always gotten in the middle of her and any other friend she tried spending time with? She doesn’t ask questions, instead she smiles, giving Jennifer’s hand a little squeeze. She doesn’t think she deserves her kindness.

“Okay, hot coffee has been checked off the list. Do you really still want that cold shower?”

Rachel shakes her head, smiling to herself. “On second thought….” They both laugh.

“You… look different,” Rachel says, really looking at her now.

“Yeah, I hear that a lot. I bump into a lot of former classmates working at the coffee shop, I mean.”

“What happened?” she asks, eyeing her up and down. “You used to be so skinny.”

“Breast and butt implants happened,” she says chuckling. “They kind of go with the territory.”

Rachel squints. “You did all this to work at the pink coffee house?”

Jennifer throws her head back. “I did it to get back at all the guys who made me feel unwanted. Undesired. I did it to get back at all the assholes who made me feel like shit. It’s empowering when a guy who called you raggedy Anne in high school is handing over his wallet and begging you to sit on his face.”

“That happens working at the coffee house?”

“Not exactly. The coffee place is my day job. Nights I work the poles.”

“Oh,” Rachel says, unsure of what to think.

“People think women like me are exploited and used up by men, but it’s actually the opposite. Men are slaves to their desires. A pair of tits and a wet pussy will make them fall to their knees and worship the ground you walk on. They’re completely powerless when confronted with their fleshy desires.”

Rachel shifts uncomfortably.

“Sorry,” Jennifer says.

“No, it’s okay. I just thought you liked girls.”

“I like both. When it serves me I like men, but I prefer women.” She places her hand on Rachel’s. “If you need a place to stay, you can stay with me. I have room.”

“That would be nice. I would only need a couple days and then I’ll fly back to Idaho.”

“If that’s what you want,” she murmurs. “Let’s go pack your stuff.”

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