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Alexander’s Substack

Change Happens Chapter Ten: Making Better Decisions.

With everything behind her, Robin starts making better decisions for herself.

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Alexander Martin
Sep 08, 2024
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Four months had passed, and nothing. It was like John had said I was finally free of them. A few days ago, on my way home, an accident on my usual route forced me to go a different way.

It took me past the diner. I dared myself to take a glance and noticed that there was a for sale sign out front. Seeing it made me breathe a sigh of relief. Hopefully, they were gone for good.

The news told a different story. Violence in the larger cities hadn’t changed, so they were still out there. I tried to focus on other things, like keeping my house.

Trying to pay the bills on my checks alone wasn’t cutting it. I was always trying to juggle which bill to pay and which one to leave until later. Even with all my tips and extra hours, it wasn't enough. I had to face it; I needed another job.

“What about that job, that guy offered you?” Lacey asked as we worked out at the local gym.

I had thought about what Trevor had offered, even driven by the large building several times. Something about it made me think twice; maybe it was much bigger than anything I had ever done. They had it all from an indoor pool, basketball courts, and a half-sized football field in the back. It was serious business.

“They have top tier professionals working there,” I answered as I looked at her.

To say the two of us were polar opposites was an understatement. Sure, we seemed similar on the outside: two women in their mid-thirties, in excellent physical shape, and with very nice attributes both in the front and back. But that’s where everything ended.

Lacey was what she called open-minded. What I would call a complete nympho, she loved sex, or should I say fucking. It didn’t matter who the person was. It could be anybody, regardless of race, creed, or sex.

On the other hand, I still used various toys to get myself off. Lacey would call her favorite of the day or pick somebody. She was still fucking Nathan daily, but also many others.

She gave me a password to use on her fans page, and I was blown away. If the people at work knew what she was up to, she would be let go so quickly her head wouldn’t have a chance to spin. She did it all, and by all, I meant it.

Some of the things I didn’t even know were possible. I always considered myself a freak in the sheets, but I was as vanilla as they came compared to Lacey.

“Well, you know, you could always start….” Lacey smiled.

“No!” I told her as I got down from the treadmill.

Lacey had shared a picture of the two of us at a restaurant, and all of her followers wanted to know the page or the name of the highly busty raven head. Since then, she hasn’t stopped trying to get me to start my own page.

I had nothing against Sex Workers. They did what they wanted, which was good for them. I wanted a job that didn’t involve me taking my clothes off. Working at the restaurant was as skimpy as I wanted to go.

“You could triple what you make at the bar,” Lacey stated as she joined me on the ellipticals.

Today was my cardio day, and I was going full bore.

Hunting season was right around the corner. Ray and I had pooled some money to hunt some boar further south. If we missed or something went wrong, I wanted to run as fast as possible. I liked shooting them, but sometimes those fuckers didn’t go down on the first or second shot.

“For someone with your attributes,” Lacey smiled. “You really are a prude.”

“Coming from you I will take that as a compliment,” I smiled.

Seeing Lacey’s homemade videos made me glad she didn’t think of me as someone like her. Lacey clarified that the moment her dad passed away, she was going straight into porn, don’t pass, go, don’t collect two hundred dollars. She had promised him that much after he found out she was sleeping with two guys in one night.

If the poor man had seen what was on her page, he would pass away sooner. Seeing four guys maul and have their way with her while she smiled and called them names. Both excited me and grossed me out.

I had no intention of ever having two cocks inside any of my holes simultaneously, but Lacey said it was her favorite thing to do. I had seen videos of Lacey with two dicks in each of her holes, and she had a smile on her face the whole time.

No wonder she took the pounding from Nathan like it was nothing. To her, it probably felt like nothing.

“Do you even feel anything for any of them?” I asked as I looked at her.

“Once,” Lacey shrugged. “And I am sure when I get out of this phase, I will settle down and find someone, but right now,” she smiled as she looked at me. I am having too much fun, especially seeing the looks on your face.”

“It’s not my thing,” I shrugged. I didn’t judge Lacey for doing what she did. It did make her happy.

Also, there was something else, something I wouldn’t admit to or tell her. I enjoyed some of her videos, so I had to buy a new toy for myself. Jeff had thrown out all of mine after he had found them.

“All I am saying is if you did start an account, you could make a lot of money and you wouldn’t really have to do anything,” Lacey shrugged. “There are plenty of horny idiots online that will give you their hard-earned money just to see you sit in front of a camera and show your boobs.”

“And that’s not going to happen,” I shook my head.

I knew the attention my chest could get by simply wearing anything that showed a tiny amount of cleavage. I had seen men trip over their feet, walk into doors, get slapped by their girlfriends, and many more. So, I knew I could make some cash if I did decide to show them off.

“At least it’s an option,” Lacey said.

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