I've Had Enough of Sex!

Author\'s note: I don\'t know why I had to press the issue. For some reason, Vivian was determined to become an important character in this. Too bad I had to come up with such a depressing explanation for how she got to this point.

Getting Rough

Carla and Tori both let go of Leese simultaneously. “Do you mean to tell us you married that whacko?” Tori demanded.
Leese lauglaughing so hard, it took her a few minutes to calm down. “Of course not!”
Both of the other women sagged in relief.
“He stood me up at the alter.”
Carla seemed robbed of all speech for a change, so Tori was the first to speak up. “How…why…when…ugh!” She tossed up her arms and went back to the couch, where she promptly plopped down. “It doesn’t matter!” she ground out. “I’m going back to sleep.”
“Uh.” Leese brought her attention back to Carla. The blond just shook her head and followed Tori’s example. She plopped down on a soft spot of carpet and went back to sleep. Leese finished cleaning her mess.

Two weeks later Carla made her way downtown to Vivian’s legal office. It was just ten in the morning, she’d actually gotten up early to prepare for this day. Her black heels clicked loudly on the tile as she sashayed her way into Vivian’s office--a copy of her contract in hand. Vivian was reclining in her chair, long legs up, talking on the phone with a client. No, she’s talking with her husband, Carla realized as she set down her purse and made herself at home.
She’d put on her bright red strapless sundress as soon as she’d made the decision to see Vivian. For some reason she’d yet to figure out, Carla wanted to impress the lawyer. “Hell, I want to do more than impress her,” she muttered to herself.
Vivian had motioned her into a seat, but had yet to truly give her her full attention. Carla listened in on one side of their conversation.
“Don’t think this is working out, Charles.” She ed ied into the receiver. “I know you still love Richard. And he’s back in town now. Yes. I saw him today at the firm. He asked me about you.” Vivian paused. Are those tears welling up in her eyes? Whatever Charles was saying, it upset Vivian. Carla couldn’t help but feel the need to slam down the receiver and make the bad husband go away.
She’d heard all about Vivian after she’d left Leese’s apartment and asked around. After three years in college, she’d ended her affair with the Dean, effectively severing the trio. Soon after, she’d gotten married to one Charles Johnson to get back in the favor of her parents. What her parents didn’t know was that the marriage was a sham. Charles was gay, and carried on an affair with Richard--Melissa’s husband, while Vivian did the same with Mrs. Lockhart. She learned that Vivian Ward’s affair with Melissa Lockhart had ended in disaster two years ago after Melissa’s car was hit by a stoned teenager and she died.
Watching Vivian talk to her husband today, Carla couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. “I want a divorce.” She heard Vivian say in a low voice. “Fine. We’ll talk when I get home.”
Hanging up, Vivian put her feet down and slipped back into her pumps. Carla stood, blushing when Vivian ran an appreciative gaze at her breasts. “What can the Prude do for you to day Ms. Winters?”
Carla sat back down and reached into her purse, pulling out her folded copy of the contract. “I came to tell you I no longer need this contract,” She stated calmly.
Vivian arched a black brow. Carla had estimated the woman was at least nine years older than her, but she looked great. Maybe if she put on something less conservative, or maybe if she just wore nothing at all…
Carla snapped out of her musings. “Might I inquire as to why you’re suddenly nullifying this contract after just two weeks?” Vi fed fed the three-page document in the shredder as she spoke. “Have you found someone that exceeds your stipulations?”
Carla looked down at her lap as she spoke. “Yes, as a matter of fact,” she took in a short breath and looked Vivian in the eye, “I’ve discovered something about myself, and I’ve also discovered someone else in the process.”
Did Vivian suddenly develop a new fascination in staplers? Or was she jealous? Carla wondered.
Vivian cleared her throat, glanced at Carla, then at the wall. She shifted in her seat, glanced at Carla, then at the ceiling. Finally, she glanced at Carla--and didn’t look away. “My sincerest congratulations Ms. Winters. I trust the lucky man is very happy to have you in his bed.”
Carla could tell her smile was as false as her words. So she smiled back sweetly. Deviously. Actually, Vivian, the person in question just happens to be a woman.” Vivian was speechless. Carla got up from her seat and walked behind the lawyer’s desk.
Vivian swerved her chair so as to keep facing her. Her gaze was riveted oe swe sway of Carla’s hips clad in that sinfully thin sundress. Her throat went dry. She licked her lips as Carla placed one hand on each arm rest, effectively trapping her. “Actually,” Carla murmured huskily, her lips a fraction away from Vivian’s, “the woman in question--is you.”
Carla closed the distance, brushing her lips lightly against Vivian’s and then more firmly when the lawyer let out a little moan. She was just about ready to wipe off Vivian’s desk and bring them both to ecstasy when a buzzer went off.
“Mrs. Lockhart, your husband is here to see you.”
Vivian’s breath was coming out in short gasps. Give me five minutes, Gwen.
“Shit.” Carla swore softly.
Vivian pulled away. She brushed off an imaginary piece of lint on her sleeve and by the time she looked back up at Carla, she’d become the cynical Mrs. Prude once again. “Ms. Winters, it was nice seeing you this morning.” Carla shook hands with her and made her way to the door. It was clear that it would take more than a red sundress to win over this lawyer. Charles opened the door before Carla could touch the handle. She gave him a polite smile, then turned one last time towards Vivian’s desk--her smile became positively feline. “It was a real pleasure doing business with you, Vivian.”
Vivian gulped down the sharp sting of anticipation. She had a feeling Carla wasn’t letting her off the hook. But right now, there was the pressing issue of her husband to take care of.