Ephemeral

deux: xavier

   Xavier was a very busy man. 

The thing is, Xavier was the type of man that could have whatever, whenever. The only thing that he didn't have was time. Time always slipped through his fingers like grains of sand, and his pleasure wasn't applicable when he was spending his time with himself. 

But, he had learned the practice of multi-tasking, and that worked very handy with him when he was in need of some special pleasure. 

A precocious, young blonde beauty was the incentive of his pleasure on this unpleasant day at work - her warm and wet mouth creating delicious patterns on his lower region, making him throw his head back in abandon and release his weak hold on the ball pen he was meant to be imprinting signatures onto contracts with. But he was too close to his climax to perfect his signature that he had used for almost his whole life. 

The irresistible girl named Lace was on her knees underneath his desk, a cliche position to be in when having secret sexual affairs in an office: when the door could open at any moment, but only to find Xavier's face flushed and pupils dilated with lust, only to brush off the possibility that a young woman was submitting to his every desire right between his legs where no one could see. 

Lace was disguised as a staff member of the company that Xavier worked for, a plain button-down shirt that was tucked into her dark grey pencil skirt and perfectly tight enough to shape her round, supple breasts and curved hips. No one dared question her presence in the building, as they were too busy working or eyeing her body and the way her wavy hair brushed against her lower back as she strutted past the aisle of desks with confidence. 

She wore her pastel blue lace lingerie that peeked out from behind the sheer white fabric of her shirt, the few top buttons "accidentally" unbuttoned when she walked into Xavier's office, ready to show him the wonders of her skilful mouth. 

The one thing Lace noticed first about Xavier is that he looked a lot like her father, golden brown  hair with slight grey strands, tired hazel eyes and a natural glowing complexion. She wouldn't be thinking about her father when pleasing Xavier with her mouth, that would be crude. 

The people that knew of Lace and her sexual instincts thought that she had "daddy issues" when really, it was quite the opposite. She loved her father and her father loved her unconditionally - she was a daddy's girl ever since she was born. Growing up with her father, she realised as she hit puberty that she wanted a man just like him. Respectful, loving, caring, handsome and smart. She wanted a man who was mature, and what mature man would she find that wasn't around his age? She simply had no interest in men her own age, nor did she want to engage in any sexual activities with them. 

But truthfully, Lace was broken inside. Not because of her father, but because she was alone; and she felt regret and remorse for ruining marriages, jobs, and relationships between children and their fathers. She had done so countless times, and there was no going back. The adrenaline she felt was too good to let go of. Now, she came over her guilty feeling and decided the best way to pleasure herself emotionally was to make other men feel the same way she does. 

"Hello? Is this Xavier's wife?"

"Yes, I am. Who are you, and what are you doing with his phone?" 

"Oh, I'll have to keep my identity a secret, but I would love to inform you that your husband has been sleeping with other women, including me, for quite some time." Lace told her bluntly. She heard the older woman's breath hitch over the phone. Lace smirked.

"You can't be serious."

"Oh, but I am, sweetheart. Very serious."

"Why would he-"

"He's a disgusting pig; all men his age are, don't you think? Anyways, his dick is hu-"

"I-I... fuck you- shit. I can't- I loved him. I love him."

"He obviously doesn't love you back. Which is why I'm helping you now, you deserve to know that your husband likes to fuck other women when he's feeling insecure."

"Insecure? Xavier? Please, I know. I fucking- I know what he's been doing. I just- I didn't want to belie-"

"Save it. You should have dropped him as soon as you knew. Anyways, I didn't call to hear about your bullshit, I just wanted to let you know that Xavier has been very unfaithful and I truly hope he regrets what he's done now."

"Oh, fuck off." She heard her sniffling quietly now, in shock and trying to comprehend everything she had just heard. 

"A thank you, would be very much appreciated." Lace said cynically, hanging up the phone before the woman could reply. 

Another marriage ruined, and counting.