SLuT9 part 2

By Jefferson from wolfspub

CHAPTER TWO
“Rebbecca Part One”

Thursday December 14

When Dave woke up the next day, he didn’t plan to use the SLuT9 on anyone. He was sure his cock would simply be too worn out from his tryst with Elizabeth, that he wouldn’t be able to “rise to the occasion.”

Three hours into work, though, he found himself already horny and thinking about his female co-workers. By the time he got off, early that afternoon, he knew he had to do it again and this time, it wasn’t going to be just some random girl off the street.

“It’s time for SLuT9 to serve a good purpose,” Dave said as he drove on the interstate headed out of the city, towards the suburbs where his apartment was. “Time for it to help me to put my bitch of an ex-wife in her place.”

Dave glanced at his watch. It was just after two in the afternoon. “Two o’clock on a Thursday, where would she be right now?” Dave smiled. “She doesn’t work on Thursdays. It’s her day for errands. Perfect!” Dave pulled his cell phone from its holder on his hip and used speed dial to call his ex-wife’s cell phone. The phone rang three times before she answered.

“What do you want, Dave?”

“Hello to you, too. It’s wonderful to hear your voice again, Becky.”

“It’s Rebbecca, Dave. What do you want?”

“I just got off work. I was wondering if you’d meet me for a late lunch. Don’t worry, I’ll pay.”

“Why?”

“I wanna talk to you about something. Will you meet me or not?”

There was a long moment of silence. “Fine. Where and when?”

“I need to get home and change. Umm, forty minutes let’s say, at Flannigan’s?”

Dave could almost hear Rebbecca roll her eyes. “Fine. Forty minutes. I’ll wait five minutes. If you aren’t there, I’m gone.”

“I’ll be there,” Dave said and then quickly hung before she could hang up on him as she always did when they spoke.

“You are going to get yours, Rebbecca dear. You’re going to pay for all the mean little things you’ve said and done over the last two years. You’re going to apologize even,” he said, looking at the cell phone, still in his hand. “You’re going to relax the visitation schedule and you’re going to let me see my kids. You’re going to do a lot of things I’m sure, you never thought you would do.” He smiled and slipped the cell phone back into its holder.

Twenty minutes later, Dave pulled into the parking lot of his apartment building. He went upstairs, began stripping as soon as he was in the door and the door closed. He dump clothes on the floor as he moved through the living room, down the hall, into the master bedroom so he was dressed in only his socks and underwear when he stepped into the master bathroom. He turned on the shower and adjusted the water temperature, stripped off the last of his clothes, and stepped into the shower.

Fifteen minutes later, Dave was freshly shaved and showered. He put some aftershave on his face, brushed his hair and teeth and then went to dress. He put on a wool sweater and a pair of khaki cargo pants. He then got out the glove and pin, carefully dipped the pin into the SLuT9 solution, allowed it to drip dry and stuck it back into the pocket of the glove and pushed it through the leather.

He rolled the glove carefully so he wouldn’t get stabbed by the pin and put the glove into his left hand cargo pocket. He then slipped on his coat and headed back out to his junker of a car. “Oh, that reminds me,” Dave said as he climbed in. “You’re also going to cut back on the alimony payments you’ve been taking.” He smiled and started the car.

Five minutes later, he pulled into the parking lot of his favorite bar and grill, Flannigan’s. Flannigan had died seven years earlier but had left the bar in good hands. The new owner/manager had agreed to not change the name before Flannigan died. Dave was pretty sure that even though the name was the same, the food had gotten better since old man Flannigan died.

Rebbecca was at a table with a cocktail when Dave entered the bar. He waved to Josie who was behind the bar. She nodded and handed him a bottle of beer as he passed. He gave Josie a wink and a smile and went to the small round table in the back of the bar where Rebbecca was waiting impatiently.

“If you’re going to call me here at the last minute like this, you could at least not flirt with the slut at the bar while I’m waiting.”

“Flirt? I waved and smiled at her. The smile was in thanks for the beer. Get over it, Rebbecca. As for the slut at the bar, you would have to move to the bar for there to be a slut there.”

Rebbecca’s mouth dropped open and her eyes went wide. “You’ve got some nerve.” She started to rise.

“Don’t make a scene, Rebbecca. I just came here to talk. If you stop taking pot shots at me, I’ll stop firing back.