Costly Decisions (Book 2 of The Costly Decisions series}

CHAPTER TWO

Three weeks later...

"Tonight is the night," Victoria said aloud to herself. She was trying to mentally prepare for the night's events that lie ahead. Looking in the mirror for the fifth time, she began to examine her undergarments. She double checked her triple girdle combination to make sure every nook and cranny was securely tucked. Finally satisfied with her look, she slipped on her new black and white striped sweater that she purchased from Macy's earlier that day. Once again she found herself in the mirror.

"What is wrong with me?" she questioned.

It was as if a light bulb went off in her head.

"I know what I need." she snickered to herself.

Reaching into her nightstand, she retrieved her rhinestone studded, jewelry box. Turning the box over, she opened a hidden compartment. She recovered a small Ziploc bag from the compartment and pulled out one of her pre-rolled Bluntville's. Walking over to her vanity, she took a seat on the miniature stool and set the marijuana-filled cigar ablaze. After a few tokes on the loud, her nerves settled and her mindset became mellow.

She was thrilled to finally be meeting up with Vincent after weeks of back and forth conversations over Facebook and the phone. They'd spent majority of the last few days planning this very night. Tonight would be a true case of "show me what you got" because after all the slick talking from both parties; he was here, in her city. He talked a good one though, put up this front like his dick was golden.

She thought back to a conversation they'd had when he mentioned something about rearranging some of her feminine organs and causing a noticeable change in her walk. From that moment on, she was beyond intrigued.

This promised pleasurable experience was one that she needed, even if her body hadn't been stretched out in over nine months. She smiled at thought of the comprising positions they'd engage in as she began to fix her hair. She greased her front braids and picked up her ponytail piece off the sink's edge. She made sure to center it before pulling the drawstring tight. While wrapping the drawstring around the base of the ponytail, her left arm became restless and collapsed.

Her fingertips, lightly brushed against her right nipple. A surge of passion shot through her body like electricity in the third rail. The instant sensation caused her body to flush warm and both of her nipples harden through the layered material. Dealing with her cheating husband, playing the housewife role, in addition to her literary career taking off so abruptly; she'd barely had time to sleep, let alone think about the comforts of a warm man. She lingered on the thought of how long it'd really been since she'd been sexually stimulated.

Under the influence of the marijuana, the thought was unnerving and slightly depressing. Rising from the stool, she walked in front of her full length mirror and began to gaze at her body. As if she was under a sexual trance, she began to rub her nipples through the layers of clothes. It didn't feel right, though. It was like she was cheating herself from the full effects of this beautiful experience.

Slowly, she took off her shirt and tossed it aside. Then she pulled down all of the girdles and stepped out of her pants. Within minutes, she stood completely nude in front of the mirror and lovingly admired her body. Her body was far from perfect, though. She had a pouch left behind from the multiple children, her breast were not as firm nor as perky as they used to be and she had a lot of stretch marks like war scars from the preparation of motherhood. But at that moment, she didn't see her imperfections, she only saw a woman.