Betrayed Chapter 1

She viewed with disdain the picture I had produced from my pocket.

"Oh, him," she sniffed. "Yeah, I know that freak. He has dated me a few times – among other girls at the club. At least he's got the goods – and knows how to use it."

"Freak?" I inquired tentatively.

I instinctively feared for Susan's well-being, in spite of my anger at what she had done.

"Baby, they're all freaks," Dianna maintained. "Fine, upstanding, solid citizens, pillars of the community – until nobody is watching. They love to get down 'n dirty like everyone else, more than most. They're really into girls like me, too, but don't want anyone in their 'straight' world to know. As far as I know, he hasn't taken it up his punk ass yet, but he loves to do mine – and take it down the pipe."

That was more information than I wanted. It wasn't that much of a stretch to envision my beautiful companion in the arms of an admitted stud like Jeff Spencer. It was a stretch to picture the "man's man" sucking cock. 'Freak' seemed to be an apt description. Perhaps it was the liquid courage that was clouding my judgment. I found myself more and more attracted to this sensual siren with each passing moment. Still, her candor was... unsettling. For all her obvious allure, I was hung up on the secret lurking beneath. I desired and feared her at the same time. What did that say about me? Whatever I might have felt about what she was, I began to have misgivings about myself.

"I'm here," I pointed out. "Does that make me a freak, too?"

My beautiful companion cocked one eyebrow and smiled with amusement.

"Like you said," she replied, "you're here - aren't you?"

With that, she repositioned herself in my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck. If I could have seen the pores in her flawless complexion, I could have counted them. I could smell her cinnamon-tinged breath and the heady aroma of her perfume. Her prominent cleavage looked done rather than fake. I wanted to hide my erection, keep her from finding out how much she was turning me on. She knew better, and smiled triumphantly.