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  Fire In Her Lies

  Lola Swain

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  For He who taught me that you can only dumb yourself down for so long before it bites you in the ass. Hard.

  Table of Contents

  Familiarity Breeds Contempt

  Holy Speculum, Batman!

  What’s New, Pussycat?

  Invitations: So Much More Than The Paper

  Sometimes Only Another Girl Will Do

  Ginger Uses You Won’t Learn From Julia Child

  When In Rome

  Happily Ever…Huh?

  Familiarity Breeds Contempt

  “Have you read the papers?” my mother said.

  “Yes,” I said, “once or twice.”

  This was a lie. All I’ve done since the news broke that my mother’s former husband got caught in the scandal stalk him on the Internet.

  “You should really contact him, Jennifer,” my mother said. “You know, Colin is very good to you.”

  “Colin was your husband, mother.”

  “Jennifer, he stopped doing anything for me years ago. You, however…well, darling, if it weren’t for him, you wouldn’t be where you are today.”

  “You’re kidding me, right? Yeah, Colin invested, but I put the time in and do all the work,” I said.

  My mother has the annoying habit of selective memory.

  At twenty-five, I run one of the most successful public relation firms in Manhattan. Sure, my former stepfather bankrolled the initial concept. And I did receive a few clients from his extremely successful advertising agency, but I do all the work and it is not fucking easy. My mother, who was married to Colin for five years, was used to a man financing everything she did. Which wasn’t much.

  “Jennifer, all I’m saying is you should see him. He’s probably in a bad way and I’m sure it will make him feel better to see you. Out of all his of his stepchildren, he was always most fond of you.”

  “And out of all of my stepfathers, Mother, I was always most fond of him. But you were married to him, shouldn’t you contact him?”

  “And risk Javier’s disapproval? Not on your life, darling. You know how jealous Latin men are,” she said.

  “Um, not really. When will I have the pleasure of meeting your latest conquest?”

  “We’re heading to Madrid tomorrow. Will you come out to Oyster Bay tonight?”

  “I can’t, I have a meeting,” I said.

  “Oh, poo! You know, Jennifer, you are beautiful and terribly smart. I just don’t understand why you’re wasting all of your time on this job.”

  “This job, mother, is my career.”

  “Fine, career. Don’t you think you should think about finding a man, Jennifer? You’re not getting any younger.”

  “I am only twenty-five! Why on earth are you admonishing me for being an independent, successful woman?”

  “Oh boy, here come the dramatics. Jennifer, I am not admonishing you for being successful. I am asking you to start thinking beyond this job…career. You haven’t had a boyfriend since that Allan Turnberry.”

  “Alexander,” I said and looked out the window of my office overlooking 5th Avenue. “Alexander Aimsberry. And he wasn’t my last boyfriend.”

  “That’s right…Alexander Aimsberry. The asshole who dumped you via text.”

  “No, the guy who dumped me via text was John Perrault. Alexander Aimsberry dumped me via his mother.”

  “See? You’ve made my point. You need to start finding decent men, Jennifer. They are out there. If anyone knows this for a fact, it’s me.”

  “That’s probably why I can’t find a man, mother. You’ve taken them all. Actually, I have been thinking about someone lately.”

  “Ooh, someone you have in your sights? Who is he?”

  “I don’t want to say and risk jinxing it just yet. Hey, did you see the picture of Colin on the cover of the New Yorker?” I said as I ran my fingertips over the magazine.

  “Oh, I certainly did,” my mother said. “Other than this whole escort scandal, he looks fantastic don’t you think?”

  “He looks okay,” I said and sighed as I stared at Colin’s photograph.

  Another lie. He looked fucking amazing.

  “Look, I have to get moving. If you won’t come out here tonight, will I see you when Javier and I return from Madrid, at least?”

  “Yes, of course. Have a nice trip.”

  “Please try to give Colin a call, Jennifer.”

  “Yes, I’ll try. Goodbye,” I said and hung up.

  I picked up the copy of the New Yorker off my desk and stared at Colin’s face as I had every hour since the issue came out that week.

  What my mother did not know, and probably could never know, is I am in love with her former husband, my former stepfather, Colin James McKenna.

  I leaned back in my office chair and put my legs up on my desk as I held the magazine up.

  “How do I make you want me?” I said as I stared at his incredibly handsome, distinguished face.

  I rested the magazine against my chest and closed my eyes. I thought of the man who has been a main-stay in my masturbation fantasies since I was sixteen-years-old.

  When we lived with him in South Hampton, my girlfriends and I used to spy on him in the pool. I was already an experience voyeur and was raised in a world where I was exposed to wildly inappropriate things at a young age.

  On Colin’s South Hampton estate, there was a large guest home on the southern part of the grounds. Colin always hosted the most fabulous guests on the estate and they provided a lot of inspiration for my impressionable, fantasy-affected brain.

  My stepsister Allegra was frequently my partner in crime on Colin’s estate. She and I went to the same high school and were really good friends. Allegra’s mother and Colin got together when Allegra was a baby. They never married, but were together for quite a few years before Colin left her to marry my mother. They were still extremely close and they came up to the house almost every weekend. We were one big dysfunctional family.

  Before the maids could clean the guesthouse, my stepsister Allegra and I used to rifle through the rooms after the famous guests left to see what they left behind. Famous garbage was always the most exciting.

  There was an antique mahogany armoire in one of the bedrooms of the guesthouse. The ornate piece was always locked and Allegra and I spent hours trying to find the key to uncover the secrets armoire contained. One day after the infamous actor Jona
than Collier left the house, Allegra and I went into the bedroom he occupied to see what he left behind. Allegra and I discovered the key to the armoire on the unmade bed Jonathan slept on.

  Allegra and I unlocked the armoire and stood back as we observed the treasures that we discovered. Porn, and lots of it, in the form of movies, magazines and books lined the shelves of the armoire. And the jackpot of sex toys…dildos, vibrators, harnesses, whips and more…stuffed into the drawers of the armoire.

  “Holy shit,” Allegra said and whistled. “The motherload.”

  After we unearthed the sex treasure chest, when the guest house was vacant, I snuck into the house and played with the porn cache we discovered. Every chance I got.

  I stretched my legs across my desk and stroked the inside of my thigh as I recalled the time I spied on Colin fucking. It was the night that effectively ended his marriage to my mother.

  On that night, I was looking forward to settling into one of the bedrooms to revisit a particularly titillating porn movie I discovered during one of my previous stays. It was ménage porn and I got off hard the previous night while watching a hot girl-on-girl scene.

  When I walked through the front door of the guesthouse into the living room, I head a girl screaming. I tiptoed down the hallway on the east side of the house and stood in front of the closed door to the one of the bedrooms. I crouched down on the floor and pressed my ear against the smooth, wooden door.

  “She’s getting fucked, but good,” I said as I listened to the girl’s screams.

  “Harder,” the girl said, “fuck my cunt harder!”

  My pussy was wet in an instant. Just hearing her beg for the man’s cock turned me on. It was amazing.

  “Ooh, Daddy, give me that big cock!” The girl said and squealed.

  Daddy? I loved how filthy they were. Listening to them was worlds better than the porn I planned on watching.

  I shoved my hand up my skirt, tugged my panties to the side and rubbed my wet pussy. I wanted to go in there, watch this woman get pummeled by Daddy with the big cock, but I hadn’t yet reached that level of balls-out bravery.

  At that time, I was still content in my voyeuristic phase, content with stroking my clit with a pocket rocket while I watched porn, content with spying on my stepfather’s guests fucking in the cabana of our pool and content with fingering my pussy behind a door while I listened to a girl getting fucked in a way I hoped to someday.

  “Daddy, go hard,” she said.

  I fingered my cunt and pinched my clit while I imagined what these two people were doing on the other side of the door. They sounded like animals tearing each other apart. Grunting and groaning and screaming.

  I got on my hands and knees and rested my forehead against the door. I poked my ass out, spread my legs wide and plunged two fingers in and out of my tight cunt. I pictured the man on the other side of the door fucking me until I passed out. I rubbed at my hard, throbbing clit while I listened to the couple fucking. The tingling built in my ass as I smashed my fingertips against my clit and wiggled the swollen bud back and forth. Finally, my orgasm exploded in my pussy. I bit down on my bottom lip to keep from screaming as I came and I drew blood.

  I leaned up against the door and tried to catch my breath and was amazed that these two people were still going at it. And as the girl’s screams intensified even more, it dawned on me that I knew who that voice belonged to. My stepsister Allegra was the girl getting fucked behind that door.

  I smiled as I thought about how Allegra had been egging me on for months to lose my virginity. To throw it out like an old pair of sneakers. And I thought that perhaps that moment was the perfect opportunity to do so.

  Having had such a delicious experience watching the girl-on-girl sex scenes in my new favorite porn movie, I was more than eager to try a real, live girl. And beyond the fact that she was absolutely beautiful, Allegra was also worldly and sophisticated and full of kinks and quirks. Surely she wouldn’t mind the company.

  So I took a deep breath and barged into the bedroom. And as I crossed the threshold and saw him, I wished the idea to go in there never popped into my head.

  Allegra was on her hands and knees on the bed. Her eyes were closed, but she faced me. His head was bent toward the back of Allegra’s neck, but I knew who he was.

  It was Colin who caused Allegra to scream like an animal. It was Colin who made Allegra call him Daddy. It was Colin who was her Daddy.

  He fucked her so hard, he had a fist-full of her hair wrapped around his wrist to keep her steady so he didn’t fuck her off the bed. She panted and screamed, while he jackhammered her cunt from behind. And then he lifted his head and saw me.

  Our eyes locked for what seemed like hours as slammed his cock in and out of Allegra’s cunt while she moaned and begged for it harder. I was absolutely frozen in place. Colin never looked away from me and I could not look away from him.

  Despite everything I knew was right and wrong and good and bad, the only thing that I wished at that moment was that it was me Colin was fucking and not Allegra. My pussy was again wet and my clit throbbed as I watched them. And I wanted it to be me.

  Colin smiled at me and I felt that he knew exactly what I was thinking. And when I could no longer stand the sight of them, I backed toward the open bedroom door. I stopped for a moment, hoping he’d invite me to join. I stared at him and he at me, but the invitation never came. He winked at me and I ran.

  And that was the day I watched my stepfather fuck my stepsister.

  Full of the indignation of a silly scorned teenager with an inappropriate crush, the first person I ran to was my mother. It’s funny how a girl can get lost along the moral high road when her ego is bruised. I told my mother what I witnessed through a succession of sobs. Hijinks ensued and Colin and my mother quickly divorced.

  Colin and I never spoke of that night and despite everything, remained friends. He left my mother his estate in South Hampton and he purchased a suite at Caesar’s in Atlantic City. Colin insisted that all of his children, biological or otherwise, spend summers there.

  We had the most amazing parties, all of us together. I actually lost my virginity in Colin’s suite after a shore party the summer I turned seventeen with a twenty-three-year-old man who worked the pool. When my stepbrother Harrison ratted me out to Colin, Colin told the manager of Caesar’s he would sue the hotel unless the dastardly deflowerer was fired.

  When I decided to go to NYU, Colin made up the portion of expenses that weren’t covered by the scholarships I received. After graduation, he gave me some start-up capital to get my business running and threw a few initial clients my way so I could make myself known.

  But, I wanted more than a benefactor in Colin and he did not need any more recipients of his patronage. I worked my ass off because I wanted him to be proud of me, but the harder I worked and more successful I became, the less I saw Colin.

  It was during that time my obsessive media stalking of Colin began. I followed him in all of the papers and magazines and my heart broke every time I saw or heard of him with a new woman.

  I entered a period in my life where I invited a gaggle of inappropriate men into my world. I was a master at sniffing out the verbal abusers and commitment-phobes and chronic dysfunctionals. Oedipal Complex? Step right up! My Electra complex was a perfect match.

  I had boyfriends who expected me to do their laundry and others who wanted me to meet their wives. I went out with one guy who was fond of telling me and anyone we encountered that he thought I was prettier than three dogs fucking and another who tried to sue me in civil court for serving him manicotti when he was lactose intolerant.

  And finally, I became quite serious with the sweet, successful banker Jonas Walheim.

  Last May, Jonas surprised me with a two-week vacation to France. On the morning we were to leave, Jonas never showed up to take me to the airport. I placed sixty-seven calls to his cell phone, paced my apartment and chewed my nails. I called all of my friends and they desce
nded en masse on my apartment to attempt to console me. That night, after diving into a bottle of scotch, we discovered why Jonas stood me up as we watched the television show To Catch A Predator. Jonas was in handcuffs.

  And through all of that, my desire for Colin never waned.

  I worked harder than ever to make a name for myself and despite the lack of judgment in the man department, my business was more successful than ever. I went to Colin’s office five months ago with my checkbook open, finally able to repay him for all he spent on me.

  I was so proud that I was finally able to pay him back and not just, as he often said of his other children, stepchildren and ex-wives, a Bowery kid expecting a hand-out. But more than anything, I wanted to stand out to him. I wanted him to recognize the fact I was different. That I was not a silly girl, but his equal.

  But when I finally maneuvered my way through his massive building on Park to reach his office, he was in a meeting. His secretary said he gave her a clear order not to interrupt him for any reason so I sat on the couch in his waiting room with sweaty palms and a pounding heart.

  I studied the speech I spent hours writing and planned, down to the nanosecond, at what moment I would present him with the check. I was an anxious, nauseous mess, but I knew this was going to be the day that Colin saw me as a successful, independent woman and not some kid he felt financially responsible for.

  Colin finally emerged from his office forty-eight minutes later. He was surrounded by a pack of six of his office staff and he blew right past me as if I was invisible. His secretary ran down the hall after him, but he brushed her off. She was mortified when she returned to me.

  “Jennifer, I am so sorry, he probably didn’t even see you. You know how busy he is,” she said and shook her head.

  “No, he saw me. He looked right at me. It doesn’t matter,” I said fighting the tears I knew would soon flood my face and streak my makeup.

  Recently, Colin was caught fucking a call girl up the ass during a sting of the prestigious New York agency that employed the whore. He retreated to his suite at Caesar’s in Atlantic City, but the scandal did not shame him. In fact, his popularity rose and he is in more demand than ever.