EXTRACT FOR
Consequences
(Emily Sinclaire)

No sooner was Gina gone then Sasha got on the phone and began making calls for the phase of her plan she had been waiting nearly nine years to spring on the only man she had ever been with. He was her high school crush, but as the awkward shy girl she kept her feelings pent up and watched as he supposedly screwed his way through the entire cheerleading squad, girls' softball team and if rumors were true a teacher or three. During those same four years she had exactly zero partners. They met again in college. Having come out of her shell she mustered the nerve to talk to him and they hit it off from the word hello. When things started getting serious between then she brought up his past sexcapades and he swore she was the only woman for him. She wanted to believe him so she did. Until now.

By the time she heard her husband's SUV pulling into the driveway she had placed five calls and sent texts to a group of eleven others. So far eight agreed to help her out. The front door opened. Her son ran inside. His little legs not stopping, he gave her a huge grin on his way into the kitchen and out the sliding doors to the fenced in back yard to continue playing.

"Why is Gina's car here?" Damien asked. As expected, he got no answer. "God damn it, Sasha, I'm getting sick of the silent treatment."

Instead of replying, Sasha walked out of the living room, went to her new master suit and returned a moment later with Gina in tow. "Go ahead, Gina, tell my husband why you're here. Tell him exactly what you've told me and don't you dare leave anything out."

"Y-Yes Mistress."

"Mistress?" Damien said with raised brow.

"You don't get to talk," Sasha snapped at her husband. "In fact, if you open your mouth again before I tell you to then I'll file for divorce and I think we all know what'll happen when all of your dirty laundry gets aired."

"I'm here because...because Mistress called me over to talk and I accepted. She made me an offer I couldn't refuse and I'm now her sex slave in training. I'm pregnant, Damien," Gina blurted out. "And you're the father. You're also the father of the children my mother, Maria, Casey and Heather are pregnant with. I told her everything," she said with a sense of relief. "Mistress knows all about the other women you've been screwing behind her back."

"That'll do for now. Thank you, Gina," Sasha said.

"Yes Mistress."

"This is what's going to happen," Sasha continued. "I've got some friends coming over this evening for a party and you're the guest of honor. You're going to..." The sliding glass door opening made her pause. A beat later Brian ran into the room.

"I'll take care of him, Mistress," Gina offered. "Hey little buddy!"

"Hi Gina!" Brian greeted his babysitter. "Can I have some water, please?"

"Of course. Come on, let's get a couple bottles and then go outside and play."

"Okay!"