Chrissie, Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

Chrissie, Chapter 2

... low-class, redneck piece of shit that I’d grown up dirt-poor and had worked two jobs to put myself through college. Sure, I was making high six figures and drove a $150,000 Mercedes GT63 S — or, I did before Karl took it — but nothing had ever been easy for me.

I bit my lip and scanned the room for Rebecca.

“She’s out with her girlfriends from Best Buy,” Karl said. “She probably won’t be back until late; go ahead and start.”

Sniffling back tears, I shed my suit, revealing my teddy. Karl tittered.

“So, wearing that shit makes you want to clean the house?” He plopped on the couch, set his feet on the coffee table and smirked up at me. “I don’t understand that shit. How does wearing women’s underwear make someone want to clean a damn house?”

“Um, well, sir, it’s, uh, kind of hard to explain,” I said. “It’s not really the clothes that make me want to do it … um, it’s just … well, when I was a kid—”

Karl waved his hand. “I don’t want to hear that shit.”

“Y-yes, sir, sorry, sir,” I said, seething inside, since he was the one who’d broached the subject in the first place.

Resentment ate me alive as I scuttled about picking up dirty plates, cups, empty chip bags, a pizza box and other trash from the coffee table while Karl chilled and watched a ballgame. He didn’t move his feet so I worked around them before heading to the kitchen to do the dishes. After the kitchen was spotless, I did the bathroom. The living room carpet also needed vacuuming, although since ...

... Karl was still watching TV, I figured I’d better check with him before firing up the appliance.

“Um, sir, everything’s done except the vacuuming, but I didn’t want to make a bunch of noise with you watching TV, sir.”

“Yeah, I’m trying to watch the game; don’t be turning on the damn vacuum cleaner.” Karl jerked his thumb toward the laundry room. “Go get the whisk broom and the dustpan out of the closet in there.”

“Yes, sir.”

While the smug sonofabitch relaxed on the couch watching the ballgame with his feet on the table, I maneuvered around him on my hands and knees sweeping up crumbs.

During a commercial, he leered down at me.

“Tell me something, Chrissie: You in love with my wife?”

“Um, uh … I … er … sir?”

“It’s a simple question. Are you?”

“Sir, I don’t … I …”

He scoffed. “It’s okay, sissy boy. I know you are. I don’t blame you; she’s beautiful, ain’t she?”

“Uh, um, y-yes, sir.”

“You think about fucking her still?”

“Um … I … uh … no, sir.”

Karl snorted. “Bull fucking shit. I see you all goo-goo-eyed whenever you look at her.”

“S-sorry, sir.”

He studied me for a few minutes. I squirmed under his gaze.

“She says you’re a pretty nice guy; you just get turned on by this crazy shit.”

“I … uh … I guess, so, sir.”

“Well, you work hard, I’ll give you that much. It’s been nice having you around; that garage looks fucking great.” He stared at me a few seconds more. “Tell you what: When you finish up here, you can go ahead and ...