Coffee Shop part 4

Victoria sat in the high class coffee shop, smoking her high class cigarette, musing over her life’s accomplishments.  She had managed to lure a total of now two dozen men from their wives, a talent she discovered in high school.  Mr. Gibbons was a terrible teacher–actually, he was terrible at many things–but he was all too willing to give out extra credit to girls willing to do certain after school activities.  Vicki applied this same concept in college, earning herself a diploma without doing an ounce of homework for her male professors, of whom there were many.  She now owned a girly bar, where married men flocked to cheat on their wives without actually ever touching another woman.

Her newest conquest was Willard, a broker with a beautiful wife, a beautiful house, and three beautiful children; Vicki had seen pictures of them all.  She sipped champagne, still nude under her Egyptian sheets, as Willard dressed, about to return to the office.  Before leaving, he turned to her and asked, “Do you ever tire of being the mistress?  Wouldn’t you ever want to be the missus?”  Vicki thought about this as she took another drag off her cigarette and stirred the nonfat latte the waitress just brought her.  No, she decided. I never would want to worry about my husband meeting a woman like me.