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  TOTALLY WICKED

  MIMI WILDE

  TITLE Copyright © 2015 by MIMI WILDE

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Table of Contents

  THE ARRANGEMENT

  SWEET REVENGE

  COMMUNITY SERVICE

  THE FRIENDLY WITCH

  THE ARRANGEMENT

  1.

  In her nightgown, Hope Wainwright sat at the breakfast table sipping coffee and looking out the kitchen window at her beautifully landscaped back yard. Her home and flower gardens were everything she had ever dreamed of as a girl, but now it no longer gave her a warm, secure feeling. They were only gorgeous trappings around a relationship and a family that had gone sour. She expected her husband Thad was already talking to one of his lawyer friends about the easiest way to end their fifteen year marriage.

  Hope’s own friends were advising her to get a lawyer of her own. Thad Wainwright had money, lots of money, and it was certain he would be more than generous. He wanted time for his plump, pimply-faced teenage mistress where he wouldn’t have to worry about a wife at home.

  “What the hell does he see in her?” Hope asked out loud.

  Hope had seen a picture of her and the only thing she really had going for her was youth. Hope was thirty-six, but she still had the slender figure of her college years, and the same pretty face that had won her several modeling jobs when she was younger. Her blond hair was still to her shoulders, and she had the pale but healthy looking skin of her Nordic ancestors.

  She could have passed for ten years younger, and lots of men gave her more than a first glance.

  So why would Thad choose such a mistress over her?

  The divorce would be amicable, Hope thought bitterly.

  Like so many of her divorced friends, she would remain on speaking terms with Thad. They would see each other occasionally at parties, but they would smile and greet each other as strangers.

  It was not what she wanted.

  What she wanted was her husband.

  With a sudden, overwhelming surge of anger, Hope hurled her coffee cup across the room where the delicate china shattered against the wall and spread an ugly coffee stain across the beige colored wall.

  “You have an appointment?” The busty young receptionist asked, without looking up.

  “I’m Mrs. Wainwright,” Hope said.

  Only then did the receptionist really look up at her. Hope had chosen a look that was both elegant and casual. She wore a yellow wrap-style dress with a plunging neckline. The dress was almost the color of her hair. The hemline was a few inches above her knee and she wore simple heels, which emphasized the curvature of her long, shapely legs. She knew her legs had been one of her attributes that had attracted Thad in the first place.

  “I’ll find Mrs. Reedy,” the receptionist said. “She’ll know where Mr. Wainwright is.”

  There was a slight nervous quiver in the receptionist’s voice. Hope knew why. At the moment she knew exactly where Thad Wainwright was. He was downstairs in the building’s restaurant having breakfast with his mistress. Hope had risked only a quick glance at them in passing. In person Thad’s mistress looked no more appealing. She was kind of a sour looking girl of eighteen, all boos and little brains and lots of hair.

  Maybe it’s the boobs, Hope thought. Maybe she should get a boob job.

  In a moment the receptionist had found Janet Reedy and Thad’s secretary had come rushing out to greet her. Janet Reedy was in her sixties, but she was slim and attractive, and very competent. She had been Thad’s secretary longer than Hope had been his wife. Janet knew more of his secrets than Hope did.

  “Hope,” Janet said. “Nobody expected you this morning. Thad’s in conference, but he should be done shortly.”

  “I know exactly where he is,” Hope said. “I’ll wait in his office.”

  Hope didn’t miss the look Janet gave the receptionist and she knew soon someone was going to be rushing downstairs to the restaurant to inform Thad his wife had shown up unexpectedly. Thad had a very efficient office group, and they were banding together like protective mother hens to keep the wife in the dark.

  Janet offered her coffee as Hope sat down in Thad’s plush, luxurious office. The blinds were open and the room was filled with warm morning slight. Hope crossed her legs and refused the coffee. She didn’t think coffee stains on the wall would add to the décor.

  She didn’t think Thad would keep her waiting long, and she was right. He was also rigid with suppressed anger as he stepped into the office. She also expected that. She smiled pleasantly at him and crossed her legs again. She saw his eyes glance involuntarily. Even after fifteen years of marriage and being mad at her, he still liked her legs.

  His eyes went back to her face and he said rudely. “What are you doing here, Hope?”

  "I thought we needed to talk about… things,” Hope said.

  He took a deep breath. “Perhaps you’re right. There’s no point in putting this conversation off. We’ve needed to talk for some time.”

  “I don’t want a divorce,” she said flatly.

  He looked stunned. It was not the way he expected the conversation to go. He turned his back to her and looked out his office window for a few moments while he collected his thoughts.

  “I don’t know where we went wrong,” Hope said quickly. “I suspect that you’re just bored with me, but if you’ll tell me how to change, I will.” She hated the sound of sudden frantic desperation in her voice, but it was hard to hide her innermost feelings “I’ll do anything to keep our marriage together.”

  He laughed softly, bitterly. “If only that were true.”

  “It is true,” she said.

  He turned to look at her finally and his expression was sad. “I’m sorry, Hope. It’s not true. It’s really not. Do you remember how long it took before you were even comfortable being naked with me.”

  “I was a little girl, practically,” Hope protested. “I didn’t know anything then. But our sex life has been good.”

  “Good for you,” Thad said. “Not me.”

  “I never heard you complain.”

  “Hope, you are gorgeous. You are a blonde Goddess. But in bed you’re a prude. There are things you are simply not comfortable doing and you never will be. I don’t want to sound cruel, but I need something more.”

  “You mean you need a teenage whore,” Hope said bitterly.

  “Missy is willing to do anything I desire without hesitation and with a lot of enthusiasm,” Thad said.

  “Maybe I could change,” she said.

  The look on his face left no doubt that he never believed that could happen.

  “Please let me try before you destroy our marriage,” she said.

  “It’s already over. I’ve contacted my lawyer.”

  She felt angry and hurt, and nothing was working out like she’d planned. Somehow she had expected something romantic to happen, like the movies. He would end up begging her for forgiveness and she would have been really naughty and let him make love to her in the office on his couch. That had never happened before, but it was a concession she’d been willing to make.

  But she had not expected the harshness of his tone, and of his words.

  “You can have the house and there will be a more than
generous settlement for you. Please believe I do care for you, Hope. But I need something more.”

  Tears of anger and humiliation burned in her eyes as she rushed out of his office. Janet Reedy gave her a compassionate look but there was an insolent smugness in the eyes of the busty receptionist. She managed to hold back the rest of her tears until she reached the parking lot and then she broke down in loud, quivering sobs.

  …..

  She had lunch downtown with her next door neighbor, Amy Styles. Amy was a slightly plump brunette in thirties who was married to a professor at the college. Amy might have been pretty except she always had a hard, sour expression. It was Amy who had first told Hope about Thad’s cheating and Amy, who had even showed Hope pictures taken from her cell phone. There was a smug satisfaction in Amy’s voice when she talked about Hope leaving her husband.

  “Take the pig for everything he’s got,” Amy said.

  “I still love him,” Hope said.

  “Lord, girl, you sound like a teenage girl mooning over a rock star. Men are pigs. All of them are. They love getting down into the mud and rutting. The sooner you get rid of your particular pig, the better off you’ll be.”

  “You feel that way about Jim?” Hope asked.

  “Of course. He’s as big a pig as any of them. And if he cheats on me, I’ll cut his nuts off and leave him nothing but his shorts. And you’d be crazy to take Thad back after he’s been rutting with some teenage whore.”

  “He doesn’t want me back,” Hope said bitterly.

  “It’s the way men are. They like trash.”

  “Maybe I should take a lesson from her,” Hope said.

  “Don’t be a fool. Take the money and run. Keep your self-respect.”

  They ate the rest of their lunch in silence. Hope was still angry and upset and she kept thinking over what Amy had said. She had grown up thinking life was like a fairy tale, and that sex was simply a way of showing love for one another, but she had to admit what Amy and Thad said was true. She was something of a prude. It was the way she had been raised, and it had spilled over into her marriage. She knew she had been the perfect wife to Thad in many ways but she had never been completely free in the bedroom.

  In the parking lot they hugged each other and Amy invited her to go shopping, but Hope was not fit company. Instead, she drove home slowly, still thinking about the end of her marriage and how she could save it.

  And she had the beginnings of an idea.

  She could become an even trashier slut than Missy. She could give Thad all the things he thought he was missing. The problem was she wasn’t sure how to go about being a slut, even if she could make herself do it. The only clue was perhaps suggested by a few of those movies Thad had tried to get her to watch. She had always refused. But she should have realized something was wrong even then, that Thad was trying to tell her something.

  When she pulled into her driveway, she was surprised to find Thad’s car there.

  The trunk was open and as she watched, she saw Thad come out with a suitcase. With a dull feeling inside, she realized her husband was packing his stuff and moving out. Another few minutes and it would have been too late. She parked in back of his car so he couldn’t move and she got out. She knew her eyes were still red from her tears earlier, and her heart was pounding rapidly as she approached her husband.

  “Just tell me what to do,” she said.

  “What?”

  “I can’t lose you, Thad. I need you so bad. You just tell me what to do. I don’t know what that girl does for you but I’ll do it. I promise I will.”

  “It’s too late for us, Hope,” he said. “Can’t you understand? Now move your car and I’ll go.”

  “Please, Thad,” she said. “I mean it. It’s not too late. I’ll do whatever you want.”

  He shook his head. “You don’t mean that. You’re just upset right now.”

  “I’ll do anything that slut will do,” Hope said.

  Thad’s eyes narrowed. She recognized the look he got when he was really upset with her. She was tempted to run away but she stayed in one spot as he drew closer.

  “All right, Hope, you asked for it. I tried to do this nicely but you keep pushing. You can’t be a slut for me because you think what you have between your legs is more valuable than gold. You still think you’re a Princess. Missy isn’t the first time I’ve cheated. Before I met Missy, I used to rent escorts to satisfy me because you never did. Now get the hell out of my way.”

  With a shrug of her shoulders, Hope admitted defeat. She pulled her car out of the way and watched as her husband backed out and drove away. She felt sick and ashamed. She had begged him and humiliated herself and he had still turned her down.

  So what was she supposed to do now?

  2.

  A couple of weeks passed and Hope walked around like a zombie. Amy tried to help by inviting her out to movies and shopping, but Hope was very poor company. Hope knew she had to do something to shake herself out of her depression, but all she could think about was Thad. Lying in bed at night, she imagined Thad with his mistress, imagined them doing all sorts of incredibly erotic things. She usually ended up staying awake half the night and shaking with frustration.

  The day she found the divorce papers in the mail was the day of the big dance at the country club. She had no plans to go but Amy showed up on her doorstep early and invited her. Amy was insistent.

  “You have to get out and get your life going again,” Amy said.

  “I haven’t anything to wear.”

  “Then let’s go shopping. You know I love to shop.”

  They spent all morning shopping for a new dress and she picked out one she might not have worn a month before. It was tight and slinky and low-cut. It was impossible to wear a bra with it so she went without. She even wore new lacy black panties, not that anyone would see.

  “You feel pretty and sexy and you will be pretty and sexy,” Amy said.

  Hope had to admit she looked good. Jim certainly thought so as he kept giving her furtive glances as they walked from the car to the doors of the country club.

  “Pull your eyes back in, Jim,” Amy said.

  Jim looked sheepishly guilty, and Amy punched him the arm. Amy rolled her eyes at Hope.

  “I told you all men are pigs.”

  Inside the music was provided by a musical quartet on a raised platform and people were already dancing. A few were already tipsy from the generous amounts of wine and liquor being served by the bartenders. As they made their way to their table, Hope sensed more than one man staring at her. And a couple of the women. She shivered.

  They found a table and immediately a waiter was there offering cocktails and little cracker and cheese samples. Hope took a glass of wine. Amy and Jim went off to the dance floor and Hope sipped her wine and turned down a man who appeared at her table wanting to dance.

  “I’ll just watch for a while,” Hope said.

  The man went away in disappointment. Hope sipped her wine and watched the couples on the floor. She fought off a sudden rush of depression. It was one of the reasons she had not wanted to come to the party. Watching the couples made her feel so alone.

  Just as the music stopped and Jim and Amy were returning to the table, she looked over the crowded dance floor one last time and found her husband. It shocked her. She did a classic double-take as she realized it really was him. And he was not with his mistress, at least that she could see. He spotted her at the same time she saw him, and he came walking across the dance floor toward them.

  “Hello, Hope,” he said.

  His eyes went immediately to her cleavage and he looked as if he enjoyed what he saw. She didn’t try to cover up, although it was her first instinctive reaction.

  Jim and Amy reached the table and he spoke to Amy and shook Jim’s hand. Amy and Thad had never gotten along.

  “Are you here with your new girlfriend,” Amy said, with an ugly threatening tone.

  “Missy and I are no longer togethe
r,” Thad said. “I’m here with some business friends.”

  “Too bad about your little teeny bopper,” Amy said.

  Thad smiled. “I’m sure you feel my pain.”

  The conversation could have gotten uglier. Amy’s claws were out, and in a moment she would have been going for the jugular, but the music started again and Thad excused himself. Hope watched him approach a table on the other side of the room, and ask an older woman to dance. It was obviously the wife of the silver-haired man at the table.

  “I guess he got tired of his little girlfriend all ready,” Amy said. “Now he’s fucking grandmothers.”

  “Amy,” Hope said, shocked.

  Hope sipped more of her wine and did not refuse the next man who asked her to dance. At the end of the song there was another request to dance. Hope stayed on the floor for the next thirty minutes, dancing with one man after another. It was pleasant, but all the time her eyes kept going back to Thad.

  He looked so handsome in his tuxedo, and he had the casual charm and grace of a man who was at ease in any surroundings. He danced a few times but mostly he sat at the table with his business friends, making toasts and laughing. Hope knew it was stupidly romantic, but she tried to keep her dance partners on the side of the room nearest Thad, just so she could hear him laugh.

  “Between dances, she sat at the table and sipped wine and talked to Amy. The wine was going to her head. She felt a little dreamy and some of her partners were dancing a little close and getting a little free with their hands. She never should have allowed such freedoms but it felt good to be a strong man’s arms again.

  “Honey, you better go easy on that wine,” Amy said, “or some married man is going to carry you off into the bushes.”

  “That might not be so bad,” Hope said, giggling.

  “That’s the wine talking,” Amy said. “You’d hate yourself in the morning.”

  Hope wasn’t sure if she would. The alcohol was giving her a warm glow and she might not have been everything her husband desired in bed, but she enjoyed sex and she missed it. It would be nice to have lips on hers again, or rough hands caressing her.