To Catch a Sub - 010 - Sex Stories

To Catch a Sub - 010

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As they drove to the restaurant for lunch, Tony gave Angela a synopsis of what had happened the last few weeks, culminating with Sasha's request early this morning to meet his alter ego in real life. She listened, asked a few questions. They had arrived and were parked in the parking lot. Angela turned to Tony.

"I warned you against playing this type of psychological game with her. Now you are in a fish or cut bait situation. If you don't handle this just right, you could drive her so far away she is unretrievable. I don't know that she would voluntarily leave you, but I am pretty sure that it would devolve into a really messy situation."

"Give me some ideas of how to approach this."

Angela thought a bit.

"You must meet with her. If you don't, she will surely go find someone who will. Right now, you are in control, and you are giving her, with this other persona, what she wants. You have to find a way to make her see that your online personality and who you are in real life is the same person."

"That's the tough part. If I show up in a hotel, she is going to freak out. If I don't show, she will freak out. I don't know which way to jump."

"I understand. But you better figure something out quickly."

Tony and Angela continued to talk through lunch and then back to her office. She invited him since her next appointment wasn't until three. He declined the offer, telling her he was going to just drive around a while and think. She nodded, wished him ...

... luck, and closed the door on the BMW.

Tony headed out aimlessly. He soon found himself in the country. He really wasn't paying attention to where he was going. He had a sudden inspiration and spoke to the car.

"Call Mark."

A female voice answered back pleasantly.

"Calling Mark."

In a few seconds, Mark's sleepy voice came over the car's sound system.

"Yeah?"

"Mark, it's Tony."

The voice suddenly sounded awake.

"What's up? Problems."

"I'll say. Can we talk somewhere."

"Meet me at Peaches in 20 minutes."

"Ok."

Mark headed the car back to town. He knew Peaches was a dive on the east side of town. It was a strip joint, pool hall, bar, and Mark suspected, a whorehouse as well. He hadn't ever been there, but the place was notorious around town. He suspected that Mark was working.

The BMW stuck out like a sore thumb in the parking lot of what used to be a strip mall and was now converted into Peaches. Tony saw Mark's old Crown Vic parked around to one side. The parking lot was filled, even in the early afternoon, with pickups and a collection of what looked like used car lot rejects. He opened the door to be bombarded with crazy loud music, the sharp clack of pool balls being struck, and the overwhelming scent of stale liquor and cigarette smoke. He found Mark sitting on a bar stool on the end of the bar with his back to a wall. Tony found a barstool next to the wall as well. From where they sat, they could see the entire bar, the front door ...