Episode 4: GQQDWILL

A new day dawns over Pleasant Meadow, the sun shining brightly cascading over the bed of Candace Palmer. No need for an alarm clock she revived on her own after a blissful sleep. Good sex often does that to a person. Lord knows she needed laid. Stretching vividly beneath her blankets she couldn’t resist squealing and kicking her legs wildly. “I HAD SEX!” Although it was not her husband, Damian Palmer insisted she engage and start enjoying life rather than sitting at home bored silly. His only demand for allowing it, rather insisting it, was that she make him a relentless supply of daily videos to prevent him going insane over in Iraq where he was stationed for another year unless things prevented his return stateside. While she wasn’t truly prepared for what Damian needed, she worshipped the man so much that denying him anything was not in her Book of Love.

“Sex every day might be a problem. I can’t always depend on Kevin or his friends. Sooner of later they will get tired of me. They have lives too. What do I do then Damian?” It was as if she were lying beside him, clutching his unused pillow to snuggle up to. She always washed her sheets but never once his pillowcase to keep his scent close to her heart. Left behind cologne offered a reminder of his presence used throughout the bedroom. It helped the loneliness when he didn’t write or call on a daily basis. Of late thanks to this direct order, he was trying harder to keep in touch. If it encouraged him to offer his love more regularly, then it made sense to offer him her best in return.

“I’ll just have to learn to be creative. If Kevin and his friends aren’t available, I’ll just take risks like I did with Kotter out by the pond. Not to brag but I know I’m the shit.” She giggled, “Guys stare at me everywhere I go. If I were to even wave, they’d be all over me.” It was a fact! There was nothing average about Candi outside of wearing unappealing outfits, it wasn’t as if she were trying to impress anyone. Now with Damian telling her to modify her clothing, even giving her permission to buy reasonable outfits to butcher as he put it, her outlook was changing.

“This could all go horribly wrong. I still stress over Joe finding out I’m whoring around, for that matter my own dad. I know I can’t live for them; Damian is my everything. I will not let him down even if I run into problems. At least he went to school with a couple of the local cops. They might go easy on me if I get arrested for indecency. Maybe I should just go talk to his friends. I mean Mark at the fitness center knows them too. If I can get on their good side maybe, they will help me rather than lock me up.” It was a thought!

“I wonder if Damian has watched the latest set of videos, I sent him yet. A world away his day is my night, so it is possible. I know he went on night patrol yesterday, but I would think he would be back at his barracks by now. As much as he loved what I did with the lap dancing and letting Kevin fuck my mouth I just know he rushes home to see what I do next. Sex with Kevin and Roger was intense, Kevin actually had me believing in his domination act. I hate to admit it but that really turned me on. When he told me it was an act I almost wanted to cry. I miss when Damian roughed me up like that. Kevin and Damian look so much alike it was almost as if it was Damian. I mean I know the difference and there is no chance of my falling out of love with Damian. As long as Damian is allowing it I’m fine letting Kevin use me. His friends will grow on me once I let them start having sex with me too. I’m actually excited by that. If Damian were to change his mind now, I think I’d cry. I like doing this for him. Let’s drag my ass out of bed and go downstairs to see if he sent mail.” Kicking her blankets off she grabbed another of his old t-shirts, this one plain colored in black. Swimming in it she yawned and headed down her creaky staircase.

Ignoring her need for coffee she sat down at her dining table and hurried to fire up her laptop. Email open she bulged her eyes. “Three emails? Wow! He must have had a lot to say this time.” Actually, two were videos of his own beating off and calling out her name in a feverish manner, proclaiming his love in heated favors. “Awww! I miss you.” She paused the video and kissed his erection posing on her monitor. “I need that cream Baby.” She played it further until the exact time he detonated a froth of drooling jizz before pausing it again. Giggling she licked the monitor screen as if she could taste him, “Uggggh! Now I’m horny again.” The third email was a lengthy letter, beginning with a boring explanation of his patrol. Once he got that off of his chest, he stepped it up with talk of her sex video with Kevin and Roger.

“That shower video was fucking amazing. Kevin was a BEAST! LOL! I guess I teach him everything I know. You loved that shit I could tell. First DP I noticed. How did you like that?” She answered verbally as if he were listening. “I’m getting more of that and so are you when you watch it.” Verbal LOL! Continuing his letter it read as, “I’m guessing Kevin was just acting up to look impressive. I might have to call him and tell him to stop acting and start living the dream. He had me buying most of it but I know Kev. So, here are my thoughts, I want you to encourage him to treat you like that more often. Help him become a real man for me. Can you do that?”

“Yep!” She giggled nibbling a nail. “I hope that goes for his friends too.”

“I sent Mark an email after I watched your videos.” He continued, “By the way I laughed my ass off when you caught that fish. You sure made that old guy’s day. Anyway, I mentioned to Mark about your becoming a masseuse at the center. I also told him I want you wearing only bikinis to work. Like I said go to Goodwill for items you can crop or turn into booty shorts. You can wear dresses too, but they have to be as short or as tight as you can get them. I want you struggling to hide. LOL! I’ll agree to let you take some of our savings and buy a couple micro bikinis to wear to work, hell, go for walks in them. Let the town see you. STRUT SLUT!”

“Maybe after I talk to your friends at POPO. I need to know I’m safe Baby.”

“Also, each night before bed I want you to write me an email as if it was Dear Diary and tell me your thoughts. There is literally nothing you could tell me that would upset me unless it’s that you won’t do any more videos like these.”

“That won’t happen. You’ve created a monster, Damian. I intend to send you a video, maybe two a day when I can. The last two days was a turning point. A point with no return. So, you’re going to have to be the one to tell me to stop. I will listen if you do, but please don’t.” She sighed smiling. The rest of his letter was a few suggestions on where to do shows around town. Most of them had already crossed her mind anyway. Once read fully she began her reply back.

“I love your suggestions. I need to grocery shop today because I work tomorrow, so I’ll make a cell video or five at the market. I have a request of you to help me out. I know you have buddies on the police force. Can you email them like Mark and get them to go easy on me if I get a complaint where they have to show up and arrest me? I’ll take every risk imaginable for you Baby, but their help will make things so much easier. For you I would walk naked and push a cart. Not today, but I’ll make that a goal. Kevin and at least a couple of his friends should be by tonight. I might ask Kevin to spend the weekend with me. That way he can fuck me multiple times for your viewing pleasure. If his friends want me, I’ll even let them stay the weekend. FOR YOU BABY! I ONLY DO THIS FOR YOU.” Time would tell if that ideal would be kept. Sincere at the moment!

“I’ll drop by Goodwill uptown today before the grocery store. I can’t carry too much, and I don’t want to bother your dad to take me. I know he would but if I had him do that, I couldn’t record any videos for you. I’ll just buy the necessities food wise. You know I don’t eat a lot so that’s pretty simple. Maybe I’ll make two trips on foot, it’s not all that far to the market. Yes, that’s what I’ll do. I think I’ll wear my blue and white running suit. I just won’t wear anything under the zip up or my shorts. I know the shorts aren’t all that revealing but until I buy some new options I’ll make do. As far as Kev and his friends tonight, I have no ideas until they show up and we improvise. I’m going to go for now so I can shower and get ready. I love you, Damian. I SWEAR MY FOREVER DEVOTION TO YOU. NO FAILURE, ALWAYS SUCCESS!” Kiss Emoji! Kiss Emoji! Kiss Emoji! Sent!

Closing her laptop, she brewed a pot of coffee and began texting Kevin. By now he was in classes, but she knew he would reply at some point during the day. A single cup of Folgers downed she went upstairs and showered. Within the hour she was drop dead gorgeous, hair silky and perfect. No wind much today would help keep it that way. Sweat might be her only enemy. Donning her blue running suit consisting of blue and white shorts and a mid-drift zip up shirt to match she put on a pair of socks and her running shoes. Debit card, ID, house key, and cellphone in her fanny pack, dark sunglasses atop her head, she was ready to go.

Walking rather than run she made her way downtown within twenty minutes. Traffic reasonably in motion for a town this size, farmers, slackers, you name it, she was greeted with certainly more males than women. She made eye contact with as many guys as she could. Considering ninety percent of those males couldn’t resist looking her way she would often tease them without video, zipper toyed with revealing her massive cleavage. They ate it up.

“The more I offer the more help I might get. Risky I know, but I do need other connections beyond Kevin. The fitness center has plenty of possibilities too. All of the guys who work out there, drool over me. If Mark allows those bikinis Damian wants me to buy, the drool will need to be mopped up. I can think of a couple of guys that if I asked, I know would help make videos. Pretty sure they would even have sex with me if I was willing. Ha! I know they would. One step at a time. Let’s see how they adapt to my wardrobe changes. If Mark allows it, I’ll expose myself whenever I can get away with it.”

Goodwill straight ahead she made her way across the lot and indoors. Air conditioning within felt wonderful after the suffering the 80-degree temperature outside. Sweat beading her chest she left her top unzipped just enough to share in the deep crevice of her cleavage. A middle-aged female was behind the cashier counter while a man of presumption 23 to 24 years of age shopped in the men’s clothing racks. A second man in his 30’s was sifting shirts at the far end on the other side. Not a very lively outlet but in the end, she was here to shop more than tease. Both would become the norm, however.

With the younger man looking extremely bored Candi decided to cheer him up. “Do you work here?” Looking up at her arrival he flared his eyes and discovered he couldn’t speak. Resorting to shaking his head no she smiled brightly. “Sorry if I bit your tongue. You look almost miserable.” Pouty faced drew him in and he found his voice.

“Life sucks! What can I say. Lost my girlfriend. Dog died. All in a week.”

“Awww! Sorry about your dogs.” She smirked, “That did not come out right. I meant dog, not like your ex was a dog.”

“She wasn’t all that so you might not be wrong.” He did grin. “Cheated on me a couple times and finally gave up on us. I’ll survive!”

“My man is in Iraq. Bored and miserable here to. Wanna be bored together? You look like you could use a friend. I’m Candi.” Hand extended with hopefulness.

“Doug! Sure! I don’t even know what I’m looking for. This place is garbage.”

“Hidden treasures for me. My man wants me to buy clothes that I can chop up and make sexy clothing out of. Most of this stuff looks like things an old woman might wear.”

“Uhhh! This is the men’s section.”

“I know. I was talking about over there. I wear a lot of my man’s clothing, so I figure I’ll look over here too. Shirts at least, I know the pants won’t work.”

“Concert t-shirts on my side here if you want to step around.”

“Okay! I love concert shirts. I can crop those.” She makes her way around the aisle, in doing so unzipping her top well over halfway. In turning into his aisle, he watched her approach with interest. Hot ass body! Her tits bobbing with each step he swallowed dryly. “It’s hot in here. Don’t tell on me.” She snickered fanning her cleavage.

“The cashier hasn’t looked up from her cell in ten minutes. I think she’s playing a video game. Trust me I considered shoplifting.” He chuckled. “Sorry if I’m staring.”

“Stare all you want. I’m not shy.”

“I can tell. Nice tits.”

“Thanks!” She winked then unzipped her top all the way peeling the sides over to expose her full chest, nipples like bullet casings. “Nicer?”

“Definitely! Pretty bold.”

“At least you’re smiling more.”

“Hard not to.” He looked to the cashier first then toward the other guy in the store who was casually shooting glances at her. “He thinks the same. He’s watching off and on.”