chapter 6 – flashes of hope

Amanda came back home around dinner time. David was banging Candice from behind on the dining room table.

"Hey, guys," Amanda said, glancing at them as she waltzed past, heading directly for the kitchen.
Candice heard her rummaging in the kitchen. "How--uh!--how was it?"

Amanda came back and sat at the table with them. She chugged from a 2-liter and sat it on the rocking table, then thought better of it and moved it to the table behind her to keep it from tipping over. She had dropped a bottle in her bedroom earlier this week and didn't feel like getting down on the floor and sucking it all up out of the carpet a second time.

She had a can of whipping cream, which she alternated talking around and spraying into her mouth with a loud fshhhhhh.

"It was fine. I knocked on the door and asked if he wanted to have sex, he said yes, I went in, he took his pants off (fshhhhh) and told me to take mine off, then his dick got hard and he put it in my pussy and fucked me. But then he had some chicken wings so (fshhhhh) I stayed and ate those while he fucked me again. Then he said I could have whatever I wanted in the kitchen if I let him 'put it in my big butt.'

(fshhhhh) I wasn't sure what that meant at first but he had cupcakes so he fucked my butt while I ate about a dozen of those. That's all it means, by the way. He wanted to put his dick in my butt instead of my pussy. I was ready to come home after that. What ya'll been up to?"

David continued pounding Candice, paying no attention to his fat former wife describing how she let the neighbor *** her for some cupcakes.
"Well--uh!--David woke up and wanted to fuck me right here so--Oh!" David and her finished at the same time. She moaned loudly and Amanda just kept babbling on about her casual fuck session with Gary.

"Yeah, neat. Well anyway (fshhhhh) he asked if I could come by everyday so he could fuck me and watch my boobies bounce but I don't know (fshhhhh) but, I don't know, that seems like a lot--"

"You should do it," Candice interrupted, out of breath, as David pulled out of her. He stumbled off to get showered and Candice sat across from Amanda, naked, glistening and catching her breath.

Amanda thought that was a great idea. She could go to Gary's everyday and have sex. After all, what's the big deal? She shrugged, "Okay (fshhhhh)."

Candice leaned forward, "And you should get him to pay you..."

Amanda got a confused look in her eye, "What?

Why? I mean, sure, I'll do it, but do you think anyone would pay just for someone to have sex with them?"
Normally Candice would get annoyed when Amanda didn't understand things, but there was something so delightful about her not seeing the value of sex anymore. It was as if Candice had asked her to charge him to play cards with her. "Well, you couldn't just charge him for sex. After all, you're not very good it, are you?"

Amanda had reached the end of the whipped cream can and she was disappointed. Still, Candice was right. "No, I have no idea what I'm doing. I just kinda laid there. Gary slapped my butt a lot."

Candice ran her hands up and down her toned body, the smell of sex she lingering in the air. David was probably asleep on the bed, recharging. After sex with Candice, he was always pretty wiped. "Amanda, tell me you're fat."

"I'm fat." Amanda said it as if she were telling someone her name. It really turned Candice on to make someone degrade themselves using her abilities.

"Tell me you're a lousy lay."

"I'm a lousy lay." Amanda didn't know what that meant.

"Good job, fatty. Now, since you're such a bore in the bed, you won't be making any money just after your sex skills alone. You'll have to offer other services."

"Like what?"
"Well, remember when I was the maid?" Candice asked.

Amanda thought back. That's right, her and David had hired Candice to take care of the house. They had hired her...together. Amanda's began to sweat. They needed to her to take some of the burden off of them because they were busy...with work. Amanda was a doctor. Her and David were married. Amanda wasn't like this. Candice had done something. She could say anything and it became Amanda's thoughts. She couldn't let her know that she was worried. She'd make her forget. Keep your cool, Amanda told herself. Act natural. The new natural.

"Yes," Amanda answered back.

"Well, you could be Gary's maid. He'd pay you for that."

Amanda nodded. Right, she'd definitely be Gary's maid. Candice may be evil but she has great ideas. No question about that. She needed the money. She would clean Gary's house for him while she tried to figure out how to escape Candice's grasp. "Ok, sure," Amanda said, nodding.

"Then, you could fuck him on the side--as extra. That's what maids do. They clean the house and fuck the husband of the house."

Amanda knew all of this already. Of course the maid fucks the husband. Candice was fucking her husband. Candice cleaned their house, then fucked her husband. Nothing wrong with that, Amanda thought. Just make sure Candice doesn't give you any new thoughts. She had to get to her bedroom quickly before she lost her own thoughts. She hefted herself up, pulling on the edge of the table. "That sounds like a great idea, Candice. I'll get started on that right away. First, I'm going to take a nap."
Candice smiled. "Sure, bitch."

Amanda flinched. She didn't think it was a good thing to be called that, but Candice said it so nicely that it took on the meaning of a friendly nickname. Was she a bitch? Amanda wasn't sure.

She headed for the bedroom and shut the door.
Safe.

Amanda paced the room. What could she do? She had to save David. She had to save herself. Amanda looked at herself in the mirror. Amanda couldn't remember what she used to look like. There were no pictures of her in the house. A part of her newly awakened mind knew that she didn't use to look like this. She was slim and healthy at one point. Candice made her like this. Candice made her...hungry. God, Amanda thought, I really want some french fries. No! Focus! she scolded herself. A part of her mind knew that exercise wasn't a part of her life anymore but she knew it should be. She knew she should care, even though she didn't.

She needed a plan. She had to get to David without Candice interfering. Candice was always around. And if she was in earshot, she was dangerous. Too dangerous to attempt to fight in person. Amanda scanned the room for an idea. Then, she saw her phone charging on the nightstand. Amanda knew she couldn't call the cops. One, they wouldn't believe her. Two, Candice could talk her way out of any interrogation. Amanda tried to imagine Candice in a courtroom and it became too horrific to think of. Amanda just had to get her and David away. But how?

Amanda had family in town. She could call her parents. No, they would be too blinded by the thought of David cheating on their daughter to help him. They weren't right for this...but her sister was. Hannah had introduced her and David. They had worked together. She knew David longer than Amanda. She would know that this wasn't David. She'd believe her. Especially after she saw how Amanda had changed in under a month.

Amanda went through her phone's contacts, found Hannah and hit "Call".