Chapter 29 – The Society’s Most Enthusiastic Hotwife
Friday – October 20, 2023
Ash
I kept running and running. Oh God. Did everyone think I was a racist now?
No. They couldn’t. I’d explicitly said I wasn’t.
But what exactly had I just said? Something about scientific facts? Yikes. But obviously that was about his skin disease. Anyone with an ounce of sense could tell that.
I finally found Tanner and Chastity. “Am I okay?” I asked.
Tanner made a face.
“What? Am I infected? I tried my best not to touch him!” I looked down at my hands.
“Um...no?” he said.
Chastity laughed. “Girl, what the hell was that? If you were going for playing hard to get, you went way too hard.”
“I wasn’t playing hard to get! I don’t want to be gotten at all! Was it contagious?! Is it on me?!”
“About that...” Tanner’s voice trailed off. “He doesn’t actually have a skin condition.”
“WHAT?! ”
“Yeah, funny story. In my haste to vet him, I mixed up his file with someone who actually does have a rare skin condition.”
“Dude, what the hell?! Now everyone thinks I’m racist!”
Tanner shook his head. “Yeah, that was pretty bad. I haven’t heard language like that since the 1860s.”
I groaned. “You’re supposed to tell me everyone understood that I was talking about his skin condition that doesn’t exist.”
Chastity cleared her throat. “Literally no one got that. Do you have any idea what you just said?”
“Pieces of it! God!” I turned to Tanner. “Did you do that on purpose? So that everyone thinks I’m the more racist one in this couple?” He was trying to take the heat off his old ass.
“I have no idea what you mean by that,” he said. “But people may think that now I presume.”
Gah! “Is everyone really going to be saying I’m a racist now? How can I fix this?!”
“It’s fine,” said Tanner. “A few nearby tables might have a laugh about it, but after a passionate night of lovemaking, your horribly racist comments will be but a distant memory to them.”
***
GINGER SUPREMICIST MEGATHREAD.
I stared down at Chastity’s phone in horror. The first thing at the top of the thread was a gif of me near Desmond looking terrified and screaming. How did someone get this picture?! How is this happening?!
I started scrolling. There were over 500 comments and more coming in every second. And tons of gifs. It seemed like everyone’s favorite thing to do was add captions to a gif of me handing Desmond the jungle key.
“Your skin is diseased.”
“It’s a scientific fact.”
“Gingers are the superior race.”
What the hell?! I never said that last one! I looked up at Chastity. “Where did you find this?!”
“It’s on the Society app message boards.”
“I thought Tanner said everyone would forget about it!” I pulled the app up on my phone.
“That seems very unlikely. If anything, it’s all anyone wants to talk about.”
“Why aren’t you more upset about this? I can never go back! And once people realize you’re my friend, you’ll be banned too.”
Chastity waved her hand through the air, dismissing my concerns. “It’s fine. You just have to fix your image.”
“How?”
“Just go back to the scene of the crime and fuck a black guy instead of insulting one. Problem solved. #SexIsTheBestApology.”
Maybe. I looked down at the thread. A new gif had appeared. “Go back to the jungle where you belong.” OMG I DID NOT SAY THAT. “Damn it! Why can’t they post literally any other gif of me? Like when we were walking into Club Onyx like total bosses? And what kind of room does the jungle key even go to?”
“I’m not completely sure. But I’ve heard there are lots of tropical plants and people get to act like beasts. Totally not racist. But handing Desmond the key after saying you hate black people definitely was.”
Gah!
“Anyway, what time do you wanna go on your apology date with Desmond?”
“Never.”
“Understandable. How about one of the NY United players then. Jam? Baho?”
“No. I meant never because I’m never dating again.” My phone dinged. Oh God, it was probably another gif of me saying something horribly racist. I looked down. Hm. It was actually a message from Cole. I clicked on it to read it:
“Hey Baby, I have a way to fix your image. Meet me at Club Onyx at 10 pm.”
“What is it?” asked Chastity.
“Nothing,” I quickly said and hid my phone. The last thing I needed was for Chastity to crash my date and to get me to say I hated white men too. I knew it was Tanner who told me the false information. But Chastity was partially to blame too. She was supposed to be telling me what to say. And she’d left me hanging so badly that I’d caused the ginger supremacy incident. Crap. Yup. It was official. Incident #10 was officially the ginger supremacy incident. I hate that I have to call it that.
I did my best not to look at the megathread for the rest of the workday. Which meant I only checked it 72 more times.
And now I was in my closet still trying not to look. Hopefully Cole really did have a plan to fix my image. I changed into a cute and innocent sundress. It was easy to dress cute without Chastity here making me dress like a whore. I wanted to be innocent looking on my apology tour.
“Going to an antebellum party?” asked Tanner as he strolled into my magical closet.
“Ah! What? No. Is that how it looks?”
He smiled. “I’m only jesting. But maybe ditch this.” He pulled my bonnet off.
Yeah, that was probably overkill. It was one thing to look innocent. Another entirely to look like a toddler. Or someone at the Kentucky Derby in the wrong season.
“You look adorable,” he said. “Your date is going to love it. And he’s going to be devastated when my curse is broken and you never think about him again.”
I smiled and nodded. I’ve got this. I wasn’t sure I’d actually have been able to go through with tonight if I didn’t have the mission to free him. Because I really didn’t want to step foot in Club Onyx ever again. I was fucking Cole exclusively for Tanner. And for my baby. “So you’re not going to come sabotage me?”
“What would make you think I would do such a thing?” He pretended to look super innocent.
I laughed and slapped his arm.
He smiled down at me. “I swear I’m not going to sabotage you. If you must know, I have a date of my own tonight.”
Wait. What? My heart sunk. Why was he going on dates? That wouldn’t help him be free.
“Not like that. It’s a man date.”
“Oh. Wait...no...what?”
He laughed. “I think I might have a new bestie. ”
“Oh, really? I love that for you.” And for me. Maybe I’d never have to see Matthew Caldwell again. But his baby was so freaking cute. And I loved Brooklyn. I liked all Tanner’s friends. Even Rob. The prank he’d played on me really was quite funny.
“Indeed. I figure if I’m going to be free of this curse, I’ll finally be able to stay in one place for more than a decade. So I should start putting down more roots.”
“But you already have roots with Matt and James and Mason and Rob.”
“I do not have roots with Young Robert.”
I pressed my lips together. If you say so.
“And Matt is too busy playing with my new granddaughter these days. But I’m fine. Because I have you. And now a new bestie.”
“Who is it?”
“If it goes well, I’ll introduce him to you.”
That was a weird way to talk about his friend...
“Now go! Break my curse and make us an adorable little baby!” He slapped my ass.
It feels like he’s up to something... But I did need to go. I couldn’t be late!
I was early. And I smiled when I saw that Cole was early too. Because I didn’t want to be waiting outside the Caldwell Hotel alone. People might point. And laugh. Or throw things at me. I hurried up to him. He was looking quite dapper in a fitted black tux and matching bowtie. He’d gone all out.
“Well you’re looking rather innocent tonight,” he said. “You know this is a sex club, right? ”
I laughed. “Yeah. Unfortunately I know exactly what kind of club this is.” A club that thought I was a raging racist. “So what’s your master plan to fix my image?”
“You’ll see.” He took my hand and we went up to Club Onyx together.
As soon as we stepped off the elevator, people turned in my direction. And then they started whispering.
“Are those people staring at me?”
“Who?” asked Cole.
There were too many to count. “Everyone?”
“I doubt it.”
They’re definitely whispering about me... “You don’t think I’m racist, do you?”
He laughed. “No. But you probably shouldn’t go around asking that question. Just...ignore everyone.”
“I thought you said they weren’t staring at me?”
He shrugged.
All I could do was laugh. At least he was holding my hand. If he wasn’t, I would have already fled. I half expected Tanner to pop up any moment and ruin the date too. To tell me Cole was diseased. Or had a small penis. Or was shooting blanks or something.
“What are you thinking?” he asked.
“That I should never have come back here.”
“You just need to get your mind off of it. And I know exactly how.” He pulled me toward the dance floor.
I laughed when he dropped my hand and started to do the chicken dance .
If there was anything that could pull me out of my head, it was dancing with Cole. I laughed again as he spun me around and pulled me in close. I stared into his eyes as his hands slid to my waist. It was easy to focus on just him when the music was blaring and his hands were on my waist.
He pulled back and shimmied in the most ridiculous way.
I copied him. And then we kept doing dumb moves back and forth.
“I know we’re having fun,” said Cole. “But we’re gonna be late for my master plan.” He pulled out a key with an eyeball on it.
Oh no. What kind of room did that lead to?
He grabbed my hand, pulled me off the dance floor, and into the sex hallway.
I guess I’m about to find out... My heart started racing. Cole was about to impregnate me. Or make everyone stop thinking I was racist. I wasn’t sure what his master plan was exactly.
He scanned the card on a reader and opened the door to the eyeball room.
We walked into a big round room with lots of easels around the perimeter. There was a platform in the center. Oh, it was a painting class!
Cole led me to two easels near the front that had reserved signs on them. There were fancy glasses of wine waiting for us.
I had no idea how this was going to get me pregnant or make the rumors stop. But it seemed like it was going to be fun .
The lights dimmed and everyone went to their easels.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” said a voice on the loudspeaker. “Please welcome tonight’s model.”
I started clapping loudly but stopped when I saw everyone else snapping respectfully. I hadn’t realized this was like a poetry slam kind of applause situation. People started turning toward me.
No! Don’t look at me! I didn’t want them to know there was a rumored racist in the room. I did my best to hide behind my easel. I just wanted to enjoy my night in peace. When the snapping stopped, I slowly came out of hiding. The model was standing on the platform facing away from us. It was a black guy in a fluffy white robe.
I turned to Cole. “You think painting a black man is gonna fix my image?” I whispered. “Dude, that’s the worst idea ever. There’s no way my painting won’t be inadvertently offensive in some way.” I was no artist.
“I know. That’s why you won’t be painting.”
“Huh?”
“You’ll be sucking.” He smirked at me.
The model dropped his robe. Even though he was flaccid, he was so big and thick.
My eyes grew round as I stared at his sausage. “I’ll be doing what?!” I whisper-yelled at Cole.
“Sucking. What better way to fix your image than to get 20 portraits done of you blowing the man you insulted?”
My eyes went from the guy’s cock to his face. No. Ah! It’s Desmond !
I grabbed my easel and used it to hide my face from him as I crept toward the closest exit. As soon as I was safely out of the room, I tossed the easel aside.
Cole followed me out into the hall.
“Dude, what the hell?” I asked. “That was the worst idea ever!”
“Was it? I thought it was a pretty brilliant idea.”
I groaned. I hoped no one got a gif of me running out of the room. That could be interpreted very poorly given the circumstances...
“What better way to apologize than with a sweet blowjob?” asked Cole.
“I mean…I can’t think of anything off the top of my head. But I don’t want pictures of me sucking a huge cock hanging on the walls of the Society!”
“Interesting. You may not want to turn around then.”
What? I turned around. “What the fuck?!”
We were standing in some sort of art gallery. But all the pictures were framed tv screens playing gifs. My eyes landed on one I’d seen before titled: Officer Ironside gif. I was kneeling on the side of the road while Officer Ironside covered me in cum. I quickly read the caption: Your girl loves when you speed. She loves it even more when you get pulled over for it.
“Cole!” I yelled. “You said you deleted that!”
“I did. But once you upload it to the Society servers it’s automatically entered into the Onyxies…”
He said something else, but I was too focused on the gif next to it titled: Germany gif. The first few frames were of me with my red braids slapping Jurgen’s cock against my face. Then it switched to a head-on view of me with my eyes closed getting blasted from both sides with cum. My mouth was open and it looked like I was absolutely loving it. Which was not accurate! The caption read: Your girl told you her favorite thing about Oktoberfest was the sausages. There was a placard beneath that said: Ash Cooper at Oktoberfest, submitted by Cole Adams.
WHAT?! I spun around and stared at Cole. “What the fuck?!”
“Do you not like the caption?” he asked.
What, sir?! “No, the caption is fine. I meant how the fuck did you get this footage?”
“You videochatted the entire thing to me.”
Oh fuck my life! “So you decided to make a gif of it for the whole world to see?” I guess I had wished for someone to post some gifs of me other than the ginger supremacist ones…
“I mean…I didn’t get any other context. So I just had to assume.”
My jaw opened then closed. “You could have texted me!”
“You could have texted too.”
I didn’t know I’d videochatted you!
“I figured it was a spur of the moment thing. That you were missing me.” He smiled. “Those saucy little looks at the camera were so hot, by the way. You’re definitely going to win an Onyxie.”
“You freaking idiot. I don’t want to win an Onyxie!”
Cole raised his eyebrow. “Oh really? Then how do you explain that?” He pointed to the next portrait, titled: Bachelorette Party gif. It was a picture of Chastity and our old college friend Slavanka. They were on a street at night in party dresses with their tits out. Chastity was wearing a bachelorette sash and Slavanka was wearing a bride-to-be sash. They were posing with a royal guard in a pink uniform and bearskin cap. It almost looked like Saint Basil’s Cathedral in the background, but the colors of the onion domes seemed wrong.
I turned to Cole. “I’m not in this one. I’ve never even been to Russia. Or wherever that is.”
“Wait for it.”
I turned back and read the caption: You were relieved when you didn’t see your girl in the photos that leaked from her friend’s bachelorette party…
I took a deep breath. This was going to be fine. I hadn’t seen Slavanka in years. And I certainly hadn’t been to her bachelorette party.
A second caption appeared: …but then you saw why she wasn’t in the photo.
The frame changed and there was a redhead on her knees sucking off a guy with a camera. She turned to the camera and gave a thumbs up as cum dripped out of her mouth.
Ah! It’s me! How is this me?
The placard beneath said: Ash Cooper & Others at a Bachelorette Party, submitted by Ash Cooper.
No. No!
“Well done with that two-part caption, by the way,” said Cole. “Very creative.”
Gah! “That never happened! And why does it say I submitted it!? ”
Cole laughed. “I love when you pretend to be all innocent.”
“Why are these gifs even here?!”
“It’s a preview gallery. To inspire people to make more entries. Speaking of which, shall we go back into the painting room? You apologizing to Desmond by sucking him off would make a great gif…”
Was he insane? “No! I’m not making any more filthy sex gifs!”
A tour group walked into the gif gallery.
The docent stopped near the gifs of me. “Here’s a preview of some of the hotwife themed gifs for the upcoming edition of the Onyxies. We’ve had 12 women submit a gif so far. And then there’s our most enthusiastic hotwife, Ash Cooper. She’s submitted 3…”
“No!” I screamed and threw myself in front of the one the docent was pointing to. “No! Don’t look!” But then I realized I was leaving the other two on full display. A few people on the tour’s eyes grew round as they watched the gifs. I can never show my face here again!
I ran out of the gallery as fast as I could. I was a menace to society! I turned the corner and ran straight into Tanner. Oh God! Had he seen the gifs?
“Are you stalking me, baby?” he asked.
“No. Run!”
He laughed. “What are you doing here?” But his smile dropped when he saw Cole round the corner.
“Please, can’t we just run?” I whispered. If there was a chance he hadn’t seen the gifs yet...
“Come on, Ash.” Cole put his hand out for me. And then he locked eyes with Tanner .
“YOU!” yelled Tanner. And then he punched Cole square in the nose.
I screamed and jumped out of the way. Yup... Tanner had definitely seen those gifs.
Cole tried to punch Tanner back, but Tanner ducked out of the way. But then Cole lowered his shoulder and slammed into him.
“Stop it!” I yelled.
Security guards rushed in and broke up the fight. Dr. Lyons was there in his Officer Ironside uniform, mustache and all. He folded his arms across his chest. “Guards, take these two men away.”
Away where?!
Tanner glared at Dr. Lyons as the guards pulled him and Cole away.
Yeah...he’d 100% seen the gifs.
“What was that about?” asked Dr. Lyons.
“Cole submitted the gif of you and I on the roadside. And I guess Tanner saw it.”
“Wait, is that up now? In this gallery?”
“Yes...”
“Cole is such an asshole.” Dr. Lyons pulled out his taser and shot an outlet. Sparks flew and the lights went off. “Problem solved.”
“You’re amazing.” I should have thought to stick my finger into a socket right away. Screw the rules I’d learned as a youth!
“I assume you don’t want to bail Cole out after that. But if you want to get Tanner out of jail…you ha ve the key.”
“What key?” Oh wait. I knew which key he was talking about. “The handcuff key? What exactly am I going to have to do to get Tanner out of jail?”
Dr. Lyons winked at me.