"I don't know why I agreed to this," Christina said as they rode the elevator up to the 30th floor. She suspected that Josh had planned for them to take the same elevator, the bastard.
"Because you're a smart woman, Christina," said her soon to be ex-husband. "You know this is the cheapest, fastest, and least painful way to do a divorce. Any amount of suffering you could inflict on me with a full legal battle would cost you just as much."
"I know, I know," Christina groused. "I don't know why you get to pick the mediator though."
"Hey, it's not like this is binding unless you sign the agreement. If you don't like this guy, we can do the whole thing over again next week with somebody else."
Christina blew out air and let the elevator fall silent. She just wanted this whole thing over and to never see this jerk ever again. As long as she got the house and a fair amount of alimony, she would sign away whatever else she had to in order to get rid of this pervert looser.
They got out of the elevator and went down to an unassuming office. On the door was a plaque which read:
Happy Endings Divorce Mediation Services
A Division of BTI
Wallace Warren, Mediator
They went in and found a Chinese woman with huge breasts showing an unseemly amount of cleavage. She appeared to be staring out the window, except that there wasn't one--just a blank wall. She was smiling contentedly as if she hadn't a thought in her head.
"Excuse me?" Christine said with little patience.
"Eep!" said the woman and gave a little jump in her seat, sending tremors through her undoubtedly silicone chest. When she recognized them as probable clients, her face broke into a huge welcoming grin.
"Hi! Can I help you?" she asked.
"We have an appointment with Mr. Warren," Josh said quickly before Christine could say something snide. If there was one thing she couldn't stand it was women who acted like stupid sex toys for men's enjoyment. Given the quality of men that no doubt came to this office, Christina didn't doubt that the receptionist's cleavage was the final nail in the coffin of many of the marriages. Josh wasn't making any attempt to hide his interest in her tits and the bimbo certainly didn't mind. Christine counted slowly to ten to avoid kicking him in the balls.
"Oh, that's great <giggle>!" said the receptionist. "I'll tell him you're here!"
She pushed a button on her desk.
"Mr. Warren? There's some people here to see you."
"That's great, Peegu" said the intercom. "I'll be right out."
Two seconds later, a door behind the Asian woman's desk opened and a round-faced man with round wire-rimmed glasses emerged.
"Josh and Christina?" he asked.
"That's right," said Josh.
"Great! Come right in!"
Josh followed the man into his office. Christina hesitated. This smelled fishy. Or maybe it was just Peegu. Christina shook her head and followed. Better to get this over with now.
The mediator was grinning a little more broadly than Christina thought was appropriate, especially considering why they were there. He held out his hand and Christina reluctantly took it. He shook hers enthusiastically.
"I hope you don't mind if I call you Christina," he said. "In my line of work, last names can be a source of contention. We want to eliminate any unnecessary conflict. My goal is to have both of you leave this office happy with the agreement we've come to. Please, have a seat and we'll get started."
He held out an upholstered straight-backed chair for her. Josh had already seated himself. Christina thanked him--it was more chivalry than she was used to--and she sat.
"Ow!" she exclaimed and shot back off the chair. Something sharp had poked her in the ass. She looked down at the seat and saw nothing but the cushion. She looked accusingly at the mediator.
"It poked me!" she said.
"Oh my!" he exclaimed. "I'm so sorry! Did one of the upholstery nails work loose?"
He closely examined the chair, running his hand over it. Christina stood watching, confused. It seemed so warm in the office all of a sudden.
"I can't seem to find the nail," the mediator apologized. "But we don't want to risk another mishap. I'll get you another chair."
"Another chair..." Christina said from somewhere far away.
"Yes, certainly... Peegu, can you help me set up another chair for Christina here?" he called out into the reception area.
"<Giggle> Of course!" came the reply
Peegu bounced in nipples first and went to a closet door. She opened it and she and Mr. Warren wheeled out a metal chair with black leather cushions and black leather straps on the arm rests and foot rest. That seemed very strange to Christina, as did the thick black electrical cord leading back to the closet. She tried to think of the words to ask what was going on, but they were at either side of her now, one at each arm, guiding her into the chair, strapping her in. It was all very strange. Christina was sure she should be doing something, but she wasn't sure what it was.
"There now," said Mr. Warren "You'll be much more comfortable there. You're much more comfortable now, aren't you Christina."
There was a strange buzzing at the base of her skull. She was being asked a question. She knew she should answer. She couldn't.
"Hmm," said Mr. Warren and went to his desk he fiddled with something and the strange buzzing changed slightly.
"You're feeling much more comfortable now, right Christina?"
"Comfortable? Yes. Comfortable."
She felt odd, but comfortable. More comfortable than when she had come in, at least.
"Good! We all want you to be comfortable, Christina. Comfortable and Happy."
"Comfortable and Happy," Christina agreed.
That was what she wanted, certainly. Everyone wanted that, right?
"Now, we're agreed on our goals," Mr. Warren continued. "We all want Christina to be happy. We just want to come to an understanding that will make Christina the happiest."
Christina smiled. This was working out better than she had expected.
"Now, if I understand the situation correctly, the main point of contention in your marriage is that Josh has a tendency to want to sleep with other women and he engages this impulse from time to time."
Christina flushed with remembered anger. That was, in fact, the final blow that had inspired her at last to get a divorce.
"So, that clearly isn't fair. Christina has been monogamous while Josh has not. So, the obvious solution is that every time Josh has sex with another woman, Christina gets to have sex with another woman. That's fair, right?"
"Well, I guess that is only fair," said Josh.
"Huh?" asked Christina, suddenly very confused, "But... but... I don't like to have sex with women."
"Oh come now, Christina," Mr. Warren chided. "We have to have a spirit of compromise here. How do you know you don't like sex with women? Have you ever tried it?"
Christina blushed. She was so confused, more unsure of herself than she ever remembered being.
"I... I, well..." she stammered.
"Haven't you ever seen a woman and thought, 'My goodness, she's beautiful'?"
"I, well, yes..." Christina admitted.
"Of course you have. You enjoy looking at beautiful women. Loving other women is just an extension of loving yourself. You do love yourself, don't you Christine?"
"I, well, yes..."
"You love your body, love to touch your body, love to caress your breasts, your thighs, your ass, your pussy. It feels so good to touch yourself, doesn't it?" he asked.
She imagined herself doing just as he said. It was so very nice.
"Yessss..." she agreed, feeling as if she was stoking herself right then and there.
"Then isn't it reasonable that you would enjoy stoking another woman's breasts?" he continued. "Stroking another woman's pussy? Wouldn't it feel nice to have another woman stroking you? Kissing you? Tasting you? Wouldn't that be nice?"
"Nice..." Christine agreed and suddenly there was a buzzing at the base of her skull and she felt very, very nice. Nicer than she could ever remember feeling as she imagined beautiful women ravishing her. Her eyes went wide.
"So you agree that you do like women, right Christine?" Mr. Warren was asking her.
"Yes, of course," Christine agreed.
"And what do you like to do to women?" he prompted.
"Well, I like to stroke them and kiss them and..."
"Let's be honest, Christine." Mr. Warren interrupted. "You like to fuck women."
"Fuck?" Christine said, and the word seemed to explode in her mind, sending tremors of pleasure through her body.
"I like to fuck women," she affirmed, and again trembled with unexpected pleasure.
"Of course," Mr. Warren agreed. "It makes you happy."
"Yes." said Christine. "Happy. Very happy."
"So it's not fair that Josh gets to fuck other women and you don't, is it?" said Mr. Warren.
"Josh? No..." Christine said, having forgotten that they had been talking about Josh before. "Not fair."
"It would only be fair if you got to fuck the women that Josh gets to fuck, right Christine?" Mr. Warren continued. "That would be fair. That would make you both happy."
"Yes," Christina agreed. "That's fair."
The logic of it was undeniable. She didn't know why she hadn't thought of it before!
"And, since Josh cheated and started before Christina," the mediator reasoned, "I think Christina should be able to even fuck two or three women at the same time."
.... There is more of this story ...