Crazy Things - Sex Stories

Crazy Things

... Stern? You mean Stanley Stern, the owner of Club Salacious? You've gone back to dancing?&#034 I asked incredulous. Club Salacious was the biggest strip joint in the Los Angeles basin and Stanly Stern was the wanna-be rival to Hugh Hefner that owned it. &#034Yes, I got my old job back, Mr. Stern is so generous. Laura, I know you don't approve but what else could I do with Greg in prison? I was an exotic dancer when I met Greg, remember, it was right after I came to Los Angeles from Mississippi.&#034 &#034I remember. Does Greg know you've gone back to dancing?&#034 She nodded her head, &#034Yes, I told him. He wasn't comfortable with it but I told him a girl's gotta do what girl's gotta do.&#034 Our lunch arrived before I could devastate my delirious daughter-in-law with a drop kick to her bodacious bosom. I was hungry and hoped the food would still the storm of my rising anger. The sole reason my son was in prison was because he committed computer fraud to get the money it required to maintain the lifestyle Melissa demanded. The waiter came by and refilled our wine glasses. He revealed that our lunch had been paid for by an anonymous admirer. Melissa lightly stroked the waiter's hand as he poured wine into her glass. She gushed with sensuous Southern charm, &#034Why, isn't that so sweet.&#034 I thought the waiter was going to drop the wine bottle. Another customer barked for attention so the waiter excused himself. I glared at Melissa, &#034That happens to you a lot doesn't ...

... it Dear?&#034 &#034What's that Laura?&#034 she asked innocently. &#034Free lunch.&#034 &#034Oh,&#034 she thought for a second, &#034I guess it happens often enough. It does give a girl an ego boost to know her charms are appreciated.&#034 &#034I wouldn't know. So why did you want to have lunch with me?&#034 She sat and began a presentation I was sure she had rehearsed. &#034Laura, I do appreciate you coming down from Santa Barbara to meet with me. Greg wrote me a letter and said you were going to visit him on the 15th.&#034 &#034That's right, the day after tomorrow. I'll catch the train to Barstow.&#034 I interposed. Melissa was flustered by my interruption but she continued, &#034I was supposed to visit Greg on the 16th. It was to be his first conjugal visit. Would you please tell him I can't make it?&#034 I clenched my fist in my lap trying to control my anger. I knew she had only been to visit Greg once since he had been convicted. It had been a disaster judging from the letter he had written following it. Melissa had whined the entire time about how difficult things were for her since he had gone to prison. Her provocative appearance had led to a near riot in the visitation center. &#034Why can't you go visit your husband?&#034 I asked through clenched teeth. &#034I knew you'd be angry. So I might as well tell you all of it.&#034 She slipped her wedding band across the table to me. &#034I'm divorcing Greg. I can't wait five years for him. Here's his ring, tell him the ...