14 comments/ 102571 views/ 99 favorites Last Minute Seduction By: PerilEyes Warning: Call it an anti-Valentine's story (I personally didn't look at it that way), but this is a dark tale with a dark theme. It was inspired by the work of authors like thetalkman, temptandestroy, wannabeboytoy. As the title alludes, this is a last minute submission to the contest, so if it does seem rushed and sloppy in some areas, I was probably was rushing. As always, feedback (keeping in mind of my warning) is welcomed. Enjoy! *** Last Minute Seduction By PerilEyes "Quick! I need a dozen of your finest, freshest, reddest, prettiest roses!" Bryan said as he entered the tiny little flower shop. "Woah, easy there," said the lady who manned (or womanned?) the counter. "Forgot about the most important day, did we, hmm? Looks like I got me another last minute Sam right before closing," she snickered. Bryan looked her up and down and noticed she was oddly dressed for working in a sweet little store. She donned a red halter top, complete with plenty of cleavage. Around her neck hung a golden heart necklace. At least she was in the Valentine's theme in that respect. She was rather tall, raven hair, big tits...Wait, no, he couldn't say that about her. Margot would kill him. He rephrased. The salesgirl had a...noticeable bust. Yeah, that would do. "Actually, it's a last minute Bryan," he replied. "And yeah...I was working at the firm all day, putting in a few extra hours. Bad on Valentine's Day I know, but hopefully I can pick her up something extra nice for Margot." That flashy smile was just the tip of this man's handsome ways for Helen. He came in wearing a long overcoat over a nice suit. Black trousers, navy blue dress shirt, pink striped tie. He was certainly well-put together! A firm? He was probably a lawyer, a winner! But what about this woman of his? "Relax, no judgements here," she laughed. "Although I must say, Margot? Hmm, interesting name..." Bryan cocked his head at the comment. "Interesting in what way?" "Margarite, which is the extended form of your....girlfriend? Wife?" "Only, girlfriend...so far, anyways..." The woman noted the "so far" comment and nodded. "Your girlfriend's name, in French, means daisy," she pointed. "Hmm," Bryan remarked. "Did not know that...that's a pretty cool name to have then, ain't it?" She laughed. "I don't think so personally....but some might say, yes" "So what's your name mean, Miss...?" "Helen." She put her hands on the counter and leaned forward so as to give a nice view of her cleavage. "As in the great Helen of Troy that launched an entire war in her name. Although I believe the story is wrong." Bryan was baited by the gesture. She looked at her chest with the necklace as the focal point. It was a canyon! Not wanting to be so overt about paying her such close attention though he laughed at the absurdity of the comment and continued the conversation. "How can a myth be wrong?" Helen smirked. "Well, a woman of Helen's lust, appeal...sure, Paras was drawn in enough to steal her away, but this is where the story gets awry. Everyone faults him, that he took Helen against her will...he's the devil that caused the war." The sales girl paused. "But I think she was just as guilty as he was." "In what way?" "Instead of an unwilling victim, I say she wanted to go with Paras. She wanted to get away from her husband." "But he was a king! Why the hell would she do that?" "Maybe she thought her man was not very royal in bed. Maybe Paras was a little more adequate. Or maybe she was just a slut?" Bryan laughed again at the absurdity in her comments. "Wow, Helen, I've never heard such an erotic interpretation of Greek history," She smirked. "Tis what I do, Bryan." "Apparently so," he replied. "Anyways, those flowers." "Yes, I've get a nice bunch here for Miss Daisy, right over here" as she stepped out of the counter. For the first time Bryan saw her lower body, which was covered by a tight black knee length skirt and a pair of knee length black heeled boots. Helen stepped past him and headed toward the front of the shop near the door. Along the way Bryan couldn't help but stare at her behind. So tight, shapely, round....wait, he couldn't do this, no more adjectives...he was here for Margot, not to check out the hot salesgirl. Wait, he didn't mean hot. Oh boy... He watched as she bent over to sort through a few bouquets on a low table. Again her ass captured him, even more than before. The fabric just tightened on her buttocks and boasted her figure quite nicely. In fiddling her way through that table, her hips wiggled around. Bryan turned away. This was rude. He couldn't stare at her he tried to tell him. "So what do you have planned for this evening," he heard her say. "Umm, just dinner at a fancy restaurant downtown." He reverted back to his focus on her ass. "Ooo, sounds very charming," she answered. "You are quite a hunk of a catch, aren't you?" It struck him as an odd compliment. She could've mentioned something about his personality but instead she went for something physical. Maybe he was analyzing things too much. She was just a friendly flower shop girl making conversation. But man, she was taking a while with those flowers. "Thanks," he awkwardly offered. "So why are you here? I mean, shouldn't you have closed up shop by now to scurry off for your own date?" Helen laughed from in the flowers. "No, no, no date this year. It's solitude this year." "I'm sorry to hear." "It happens," she resurfaced with a bouquet. "Here we are." She eyes sparkled as she held them out to him. She was a tall girl in her own right, but Bryan still hovered over her. From his eagled position he saw a bright infectious smile and orbs glimmering up at him. He also couldn't help but seeing a canyon of cleavage as well. This girl hid nothing. A bold move in going with a halter top, Bryan was momentarily fixated on another part of her body. "Wow, they're beautiful," he nervously remarked. "Margot's gonna love it. I know I would if my man gave this to me," she winked. "Definitely." "Come back here and I'll ring it up." He followed her back to the counter. She scanned up the bar code and recited the price. "65.45," she said while also showing him the price on the cash. Bryan gasped slightly. He was not expecting it to be that high. But it had to be worth it right? Opting not to pay in cash, he fished for his credit card. "You weren't going to get her anything, were you?" "What?" he replied while holding out the card. Helen didn't take it. Instead she pressed with the bold questions. "I mean, if it were up to you, you wouldn't get that bitch anything, right?" "What?!" He was completely taken back now. Where did this nerve come from? "Bitch? Where do you get off calling my girlfriend, whom you've never even met, a bitch?!" "Well, am I right?" "NO YOU'RE NOT RIGHT!" He snapped. "I love her so I came here to get her these nice flowers, which NOW I'm reconsidering buying from you!" "Love her? Are you sure?" "YES!" "Hmm, ok then," she said, taking his card. Bryan shook his head at the outrageous comments coming from this stranger. He loved Margot, he was sure. What right did a woman he just met have to pry into that? She just needed to process the sale so he could get out of there and be with his girlfriend. Helen was about to do just that but she stopped. "But tell me this, you weren't really busy today, were you?" Bryan sighed. "This is stupid. Of course I was. I was at work all day." "You could've picked up everything before you started your day." "That's a little inconvenient." "Is it?" "What's with the passive-aggressive follow up questions?" he flustered. "Yes, it is inconvenient." "Fine, fine, you're right, I'll stop..." She conceded. "Thank you," he relieved and motioned her to finally swipe his card. "...AFTER one comment." He sighed. "What?" "I do find it ironic, that on the one day of the year that celebrates a couple's love and devotion to each other...you were mentally undressing another woman other than your girlfriend. AND while buying something that's supposedly supposed to show that devotion no less." The previously line a questions were just Helen toying with Bryan. She believed him the first time when he said he was working late hours. She just wanted to test his devotion to Margot. He stood firmly and responded with cool answers. She was impressed. But now came the real experiment. Would Bryan react the same when she called out his voyeuristic ways? How much could Helen get out of him? "I WASN'T undressing you nor was I looking at you," he retorted. Firm delivery she thought to herself, but the obvious lie hurt his credibility. "Really, Bryan? Really?" she laughed. "It was painfully obvious from the moment you walked in here." She called him out and now he was on the defensive. "Well fuck, you're dressed like a fuckin' slut to work at a flower shop, it's pretty hard not to see you." "Mmm, I love when a big strong man uses such vile and powerful language." She bit her lip. "Tell me what exactly you were looking at. Was it my big beautiful breasts?" She squeezed the puppies together while jutting them forward. "I am NOT getting into this with you. Just give me my flowers and I'll go." "Oh, I will. As soon as you tell me: tits or ass...tits...or....ass?" she sung. The idea of tits naturally caused him to go to the real thing, the set right in front him. He knew he shouldn't be looking. He was doing himself in and he knew it but there was something about them. "I think it was my tits, personally and seeing as how you're devouring them now, I think you think too." She answered for him. "I mean, have you ever seen a more perfect rack than this in the flesh? I know I haven't. So round and perfect...voluptuous...succulent..." Bryan continued to concentrate on her chest, but at this point, he was still of a split mind and heart. Logic dictated that he shouldn't be doing this. He had a girlfriend waiting for him to get her out. He loved her. But instincts kicked in that told him the opposite. Instinct told him that if an attractive woman presents herself in front of you, it's OK to look and react. At least, that's what his cock was telling him. It sprung at attention in his black dress pants. "You know, judging by the amount of staring you're doing and have done, I'd say you haven't seen anything this good ever. Certainly not with Margot, am I right?" "Her breasts are," he paused to choose his word. "...nice." Helen laughed. "So in other words she's flat as board....Honey, nice is only a euphemism for petite, which is another euphemism for no tits at all." "Hey!" he protested. "You are not talking about my girlfriend like that!" The defense amused Helen because she knew he was ripped up inside right now. She obviously had his attention, yet he was fighting to stay faithful to Margot. It was all so cute and so much of a turn for her. It so arousing knowing that he knew he was attracted to someone who looked better than his own girlfriend. Bryan appeared to be a great catch: handsome, a snazzy dresser, an office job "Hey what?! Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me you are completely 100% fine with the size and shape of her pathetic tits. Tell me and I'll drop it." He said nothing. She just smiled evilly. "I'll take that as a sign that you enjoy my tits more than hers. Say it." "Say what?" "That you prefer my big tits to her boyish chest." "I won't say it. I won't do that to her!" "What, put into words what you've been thinking all this time? That her body is inadequate for your tastes? That mine is more like the kind of woman the kind of woman you like...the body of a slut!" "It's not like that...she's a great girl: nice, funny, smart. So what if she doesn't have the greatest body? She loves me and I love her. That's all that m-m-matters." "M-m-matters, Bryan? You stuttering," she laughed. "Of course love is important. But it doesn't mean shit when there are no actions behind it. And not the buying flowers and candy and dinner kind of action..." He just awed that she was cryptically talking about sex. She redirected the conversation on a different, yet similar tangent. "Tell me Bryan, what was the plan after dinner?" "What do you mean?" Yes, she was talking about sex, even if he expressed that he didn't know that. "You know what I mean." His eyes widened. "I am NOT talking about my sex life with you!" "Why? Because there isn't one?" she coyly replied. Bryan was taken back by this direct statement. "There is," he midly began. "It's very...nice." "Again with that word, nice. Margot's breasts are nice. Margot's a nice girl. The sex is nice. Like I said, nice is a euphemism for just enough, barely adequate, and compared to me, inadequate! Tell me I'm wrong Bryan." He didn't speak. "I thought so." She snickered. "For you, nice is a code word for stale, vanilla. You probably just do one position, missionary is my guess. She probably just lies there and takes it, no return or reaction for your effort. Like fucking a board." "She's a good lover," he said. Helen just rolled her eyes at the pathetic statement. "She's not the slut I am in bed. I give my entire body to my men: my juicy tits, my tight cunt, my delicious ass..." "That's why you're you and Margot is Margot." "And I completely agree with you on that one. That's why I'm the vixen I am in bed who demands to fucked like the whore she is, to have her tight pussy fucked by a thick juicy cock, to have her breasts sucked on like a child would her mom, to have her ass fucked raw by an animal." She continued on her tirade. "And that's why Margot is Margot: a plain, boring fuck. A woman who doesn't care enough to satisfy her man. A woman who doesn't even have the body to do so if she did care." She then turned around and rubbed her butt as she spoke. "She doesn't have the ass I do, does she? The tight, round, juicy cheeks that I do. I forgot to ask before, are you ass and legs man? Hmm? Do you long to stare at a godly ass, my godly ass, as you take me from behind? You couldn't try anal with her and enjoy it even if you wanted to, could you?" "It's...adequate," He didn't want to use nice again. "So flabby, flat, and disgusting? Is that it?" Helen was enjoying insulting Margot, a woman she had never even met. A lot of the assertions she made about his girlfriend was guesswork actually. But Bryan's reactions and lack of reactions affirmed them as truth. It was fun knowing that with every word she uttered, she was changing Bryan's opinion on Margot was changing. With every word, he was hers. A broken yet very aroused man, Bryan painfully asked, "Why are you doing this?" "Why? Because I am out to prove something." "That being..." he reluctantly asked. "You see Bryan, I run this shop and I see people come in and out, a lot of people. A lot of gorgeous men like your fine self actually..." she began. "...But then I see their girlfriend or wife or fling or whatever. And you what, Bryan? 9 times out of 10, that woman has no business being on his arm. These women are either short or fat or flat-chested or flabby skinned with a horrible sense of style and makeup job." She ended her annoyed tone and spoke with quite glee and optimism. "And then their males: tall, athletic, built, tanned...men that have gone places and will go places...men like you." She returned to anger. "The mismatch is fuckin' disgusting! Why do so many men bother with women not in their league?! I mean, I don't get it!!" "But there is a silver lining, fortunately," she pointed out. "At least these men have the brains to at least have a look at my body. All the while their oblivious spouses search for the flowers that supposedly symbolize their shallow form of love. Hopefully by the time they walk out the door, they realize that need woman like me in their life instead of the bitches they have." "You're evil." "Why thank you!!" It was a compliment to her. "You're proud of it?" "Of course! Why wouldn't I be? I know what I am and that is one hot, evil slut." She proudly asserted. Then she stepped around the counter so she was intimate in his personal space, a move that closed any sexual distance (however small) between them. "And you, Brian, would love to give your manhood to this whore...right here....right now....in my shop," she seductively proposed. Then she grabbed his crotch and slightly squeezed his full member and balls. Suddenly the world came crashing down on Bryan as she held his crotch. In one way it was quite symbolic of their time in the shop. The whole time Bryan's sexual urges could not resist being attracted to this flower girl. All that tension in his dick, she held it all in a little sack in the palm of her hand. The glimmering eyes he first noticed on her turned to bed eyes. Her chest jutted proudly toward him. They brushed against his chest. He gulped. "Helen...I can't do this...it's Margot...and it's Valentine's Day." He turned to make an escape, a reluctant one, but an escape nonetheless. But Helen grabbed his hand with her own soft hand (while still keeping the other on his dick) and twisted his body back to look at her. "C'mon Bryan, you want to do this. Your cock has been point in that direction the whole time," she snickered at her horrible pun. "Mmm, such a manly hand for an office worker, must use them a lot around the house eh?" She said and then gave it a little peck. Bryan moaned slightly. A good sign for Helen. It was only a matter of time before he became his. But for now, one final act. "Tell you what..." she started as she guided his hand to breast and rested it on it. "You put your hand here and keep it there for a bit. And if you can honestly say that you aren't attracted to me, that you'd rather go be with your boring ass loving girlfriend, then I will let you do that. I'll give the flowers free and let you be on your way." Thus, with that statement, Bryan stood in limbo and at a crossroads. Either go to his girlfriend, who loved him dearly, to be with her on the one day that explicitly expressed that...or be with this conniving, manipulative yet extraordinarily hot and voluptuous seductress who was purposely trying to rip him from his obligations to Margot. The sensations in his cock heightened as she massaged it with her hand. And her breast! It was so round, so soft, so perfectly sculpted. It was like nothing he had ever felt before! A long-time admirer of breasts, Bryan never had the opportunity to experience a grand pair up close. The feeling felt good to say the least. The longer Bryan lingered in his decision and his molestation of Helen's breast, the more she knew she had him. There was no doubt. A less confident woman would have a few reservations, but not her. She was completely satisfied in the idea that he would pick her. She was sure Bryan would turn his back on the love he shared with his girlfriend to be with her sexy self. On Valentine's Day! Oh that was selling point of it all! It was just as arousing to think about as the feeling of Bryan's hard cock and his manly digits on her tit. "Ah, fuck it!!!" he exclaimed. With that he took her head in his arms and took her in an embrace. Their tongues danced with one another. The lips never stopped moving. All the while Helen could only think of one thing. Well, two things: that he was an AMAZING kisser...and that she had WON! She did it! She owned him right now! Her seductive ways had paid off. She stole him away from that bitch on Valentine's Day. She removed his coat and his suit jacket and then dropped to her knees. "I cannot wait to see this monstrous cock!" she fumbled with his pants. Last Minute Seduction Unfastening it, she whipped it out and marvelled at its girth! "Oh god!" It was huge! 8 inches easily. "Now, Margot DEFINITELY doesn't deserve this cock!!!" She held it in her and stroked it. "Has Margot ever sucked your cock Bryan?" "Once..." he moaned. "And how was it?" she kissed. "Terrible..." he breathed. "I lied so she...she wouldn't do it again...said it wasn't...my thing..." "Hmm, lying to your girlfriend eh? Guess things weren't so peachy after all!" she teased. "Would you like to experience how slut sucks cock Bryan?" "Yes..." Helen took his thick member in her mouth, which like her hands judged to be also very, very wide. She was focussed on treating this man the best blow job he had ever had. The small boutique echoed with sounds of her lips slapping and slurping on his glorious cock. She released and licked the excess residue from his throbbing cock. She looked up at him to see him in complete bliss: eyes closed, deep breathing, moaning. "So how was that lover?" "Great..." "Better than what Margot could ever attempt, even if you let her?" "Yesssss..." "Mmm," she said with satisfaction. "Now help me up." Bryan did and Helen began to walk away. "Please...don't go..." he desperately uttered. She smiled at that comment. It only solidified what she knew: she had him. "Oh I'm not going anywhere...I'm just going to sit right...about...here!" She plopped down onto a table. She spread her thighs and lifted her skirt enough to expose her pussy, neatly trimmed with a strip of black hair. Bryan watched with reckless intent as she sold her body to him. "Like my beautiful cunt, Bryan? I always go sans panties like a naughty slut," "Yess...it's beautiful..." he moaned. "Is it more beautiful than Margot's?" "Yess...by far..." "Oh? Tell me how," she ordered. "Way better groomed..." "Yeah? I bet she doesn't take care of it eh? Dirty, smelly, stinky, hairy cunt eh?" "Yes..." "I knew it. No surprise there. Miss Daisy doesn't compare," Helen of Troy continued her visual seduction from afar. She reached behind her neck and unclasped her top. Instantly the straps cascaded down causing her braless breasts to plop down with a distinctive jiggle. Absent mindedly Bryan slowly advanced toward the flower salesgirl as if her orbs possessed a sexual magnetic pull. They were everything he thought them to be: big, beautiful, boastful. Perfect pink areolas. He was in dreamland now. "Do you like my tits, Bryan? "Perfect..." was all he could muster. "There big and round and delicious, eh? Way better than Margot's nice ones, don't you think?" "Yes...no comparison..." She smiled. No comparison. Of course she wasn't. Not a lot of people could compare to her. Yet still she needed further confirmation of her physical superiority over Margot. "So tell me Bryan," she circled her perky nipples while petting her pussy. "Once and for all, am I better looking in every way than your girlfriend?" "Yeah..." he stroked his own cock. "Say it in words. Say that I am better looking than your girlfriend in every way." "You are better looking...than my girlfriend...in every way..." "Tell me that she is one ugly, disgusting, terrible example of a woman. Say it." She demanded again. "Ooo...she is an ugly....disgusting...and terrible...example of a woman..." "You were never attracted to her," "I was...never attracted to her..." "You longed to cheat on her nasty ass with a woman who deserved you, didn't you?" "Yesss...I dreamed of it with every woman like you I saw..." Helen laughed because Bryan was now admitting things of his own accord. She really had him now when he was saying things she didn't tell him to say. Just one last question. "And you longed to cheat on her from the moment you walked into my boutique. Say it!!!" she demanded. "YESSS! I wanted to fuck you from the start!! I want to betray her petty love with your beautiful tits and cunt!" "THEN COME GET ME BIG BOY!!!!" With that Bryan discarded his pants and shoes and charged at the prone seductress. He forcefully enter her pussy which such force that the two of then fell back onto the counter. "Oh god," he furiously pumped. "Oh god, this is heaven!!!" Bryan's throbbing member filled her pussy as finely as it filled her desires. She squealed in pleasure at having him finally give his cock to her. She gripped his head and whispered into his ear. "Yeah baby...give your cock to me...all for me, none for her..." "YESS...." "Do you love my tight pussy?" "Yes...HELEN!!!" "Do you love it more than your girlfriend's?" "YES...DEFINITELY...she's like fucking...a bag of water..." he emphasized with each thrust. "MMMMMMMM...YESSSSS.....TELL ME MORE....GIVE ME MORE!!!!" she asserted. She revelled in the situation at hand. A loving devoted boyfriend driven away from his mate and into the pussy of another woman. This same man admitted her superiority after trying to deny his attraction to her. It was too good! HE felt too good inside of her. It was so natural. Two sexy people such as them were meant to fornicate. All others, like the bitch Margot, were lowly peasants. "Tell me how much you hate her and adore me?" she asked. "Mmmm...I love you....give me more than she ever did...and more..." He groaned as he pumped her. "And I'll give you anything you like...because you deserve it..." Tiring of this particular position and the harm it was doing to her back, Helen elected for a change of scenery. She led him behind the counter to a chair she had stationed there. Periodically she'd sit in it to keep her feet from tiring during slow stretches in her day, but right now he was going to sit in it. She pushed him down and then straddled him. Her giant breasts were right his line of view. His eyes widened at gigantic orbs infront of him. "Tell me how much you love my breasts, again, will you babe?" "I love your tits! The biggest and best I've seen!" "And they're all yours my love. You can have all you like." She pushed his head into her bust, cradling it as he sucked on her nipples. "That's it baby, I'm going to take care of you now. No need for that ugly bitch now. Helen is here now." It certainly reminded her of a mom holding and feeding her baby. With any luck, she'd be holding Bryan's baby before long and nursing it. Of course, she'd continue to let him have a go at her glorious tits. She moaned as he both serviced his breasts and cunt. He'd never do this with that daisy Margot. She was weak and she didn't even know it. She went into tonight thinking she was getting a romantic evening with flowers, dinner and passionless sex. Boy, was SHE in for a surprise! Actually, that wasn't a bad idea... "Here," she pushed the phone to him toward to him. "Dial her number." Bryan did. Then Helen hit a button and the dial tone emitted from the phone. "Hello?" answered a female voice. Not hearing an answer right away, the chorus continued. "Hello? Helloooo? Hello?! Is anyone there?! Hello?!?!" Helen rolled her eyes. She was annoyed at her shreaky voice. "Mmmm, tell her hello, honey." she instructed. "Brian?! Brian?! Who was that?! Where are you?! Dinner is in an hour! Are you still at the office? Answer me?" "Gosh she just rambles doesn't she? How do you bear her?" Helen told him. Then she addressed the woman on the phone. "Hi Margot baby, this is Helen. Your boyfriend is here with me at my flower boutique. He was getting you a nice bouquet..." She started. "What?! What are you talking about? I wanna talk to..." "SHUT UP BITCH AND LET ME TALK!" she exploded. There was nothing on the other side so she went on. "Anyways, like I was saying before I was rudely cut off -- oh, that's good baby- your god of boyfriend was here buying you a nice set of flowers...but then a funny thing happened: I kinda seduced him. And now, he's mine, Margot." "Yours? What the hell you talking about? What are those sounds I keep hearing?! Bryan, are you there?!" With every question she got more hysterical. Helen shook her head at the phone. This bitch didn't get it. "Mine as in mine. As in not yours anymore. And those sounds you hear? They're him fucking my brains out." "WHAT?!" "That's right, as we talk at this moment, he's filling my cunt with his monstrous cock while sucking on my sweet tits. Something he'll never -- oh gosh -- ever do for you ever again." "Sorry Margot." Bryan finally piped. "Bryan? What she talking about?" The voice began to croak. "Is it true? Did you shack up on Valentine's Day? Is this some sort of joke?" "No joke Margot. It's all true." He didn't even emote. "How could you, Bryan?! How could you do this to me, to us?! After all - " The line went dead after Helen hung up the phone. "Enough of her annoying voice. Why'd you say -- ooo - sorry?" "Because I actually am." He laughed. "Not sorry I met and fucked you though! You are the most evil woman I have EVER met." She laughed. "Yet you love it!" "Mmmm..." he moaned. "Tell me you love my tits. Tell me you love them more than you do her entire pathetic body." "Mmm...I love them more than her entire self!" he between kisses. "Oh Bryan! Take me! Take me and fill this slut with your seed! I want your seed! I need it! None for Margot anymore!!!" With that, they went at furiously for one final go. Helen looked up at the ceiling of her tiny shop and shrieked at the sheer power of his gyrations. He was an animal. She unleashed it in him. She just wanted him to fill her up right. "OH GOD....OH GOD....Oh GAAAAAAAAAWD....MORE...MORE...MORE!!!!!! She felt his spunk invade her. Her body cramped up with a rocking orgasm. This was it: the symbolic and literal climax to her entire day. She had done it! She stole a man away from his date on Valentine's Day. She collapsed onto his body. They both breathed in deep gasps. Helen showered his neck and face with quick machine gun pecks. Then they both remained in silence. "I think we have a dinner to get to," Bryan said. Helen smiled. "Yes, we do." They both redressed and fixed themselves up so could look somewhat presentable. Helen looked at the counter and saw the flowers still sitting there. "Guess you won't need these flowers, eh?" she laughed. "Hold on, maybe I do." She raised her eyebrows. "What?" "Put them on my card. They're for you." "Awwww, so sweet! What a man!" she remarked. "But I do think your ex should receive some after all." "Oh?" he curiously asked. "I'll be sure to send a bunch of daisies to her place." Bryan laughed. "Nice, why daisies though?" "Well, one, her name, and two, daisies are nice....but that's all they are. Nothing special about them. Average. They're not roses. I consider it an insult to give someone daisies when you can give them roses, don't you? I did tell you I didn't like her name, right?" Bryan laughed. "I do and you did. Well, Helen of Troy, shalt we be heading out from a royal meal?" "Why I do believe that's a splendid idea Bryan!" With that they walked out of the little boutique. For all his last minute efforts, Bryan had released one love and gained another. For Helen, it was all in a day's work. EPILOGUE In the week after fateful encounter in Helen's shop, Bryan spent his nights at Helen's condo. They would both get off work, early as they could possibly score, and consummate their new love. But after a while Helen insisted on meeting the woman Bryan formerly called his girlfriend. They showed at her place, a condo that Bryan and Margot shared together, kissing it the doorway. Helen saw the heartbreak right from the get go. Scanning his woman while her hubby kissed her neck, she concluded once and for all that she had nothing on her. She was shorter, flat-chested, and had signs of a flabby gut. She was nothing. "Hey there Margot baby, hope you loved the daisies," she mocked. "You..." the heart-broken girl said with tears filling her eyes. "Yes, me. The name's Helen. Your ex's current fiery flame!" she introduced. "Why..." "Why did I do this?" She brushed her foe's hair. "Because I could. To prove that bitch's like you don't deserve men like him." She looked to Bryan. He hadn't even looked at her this whole time. "How could you?" But Helen only forced her focus back on her. "Oh, don't blame him. He came to me off his own accord. Sober too in case you were wondering. Blame yourself. Blame yourself for being the ugly, unsatisfying bitch that had no business fucking his monstrous, and I mean MONSTROUS cock. And blame me...or rather...THANK me, for setting things as they should be." She continued. "You're nothing Margot. You never were. You're not even in my league. Isn't that right honey?" "Mmmm, yesssss..." Bryan spoke. "Bryan?" she cried. "Why?" "Go ahead honey and tell her how you feel about her," she instructed. For the first time Bryan looked at his former girlfriend. Margot search for the man she fell in love with in his eyes, for some scent of compassion, remorse, or guilt. "I don't love you Margot. In fact, I don't think I ever did. I love Helen and her body now. She attends to all my needs, emotional and physical, something you never did." His cold words cut off any string of hope she had. In one evening this witch completely transformed him. She didn't even recognize him anymore. He was so passionate with her. He let his instincts take over. "So that's it Margot baby. He's mine now. His cock, his love, his life...all mine. Heck, he even gave me this thing to prove his devotion to me." Helen held her hand to Margot's face. The girl recognized the ornament on her finger as an engagement ring. It was pretty. But how? They had just met. Margot and Bryan were together for a few years! "He didn't tell me this until he gave it to me, but he was going to give this to you on the 14th at dinner? I don't know why he would do that, but it's true. He did tell me that I deserved it more than you did though!" She monitored Margot's heartbreak even further. Tears were streaming down her cheeks now. She wasn't done with the bombshells though. "It's also of interest to note that I'm ovulating right now," she put her hands to her belly and mimicked its growth. "So most likely, in nine short months, this beautiful stomach is going to grow with his seed and egg into a beautiful baby! These breasts will swell up another cup size, as they fill with milk for my baby...babies, I should say. Isn't it great?!" "Mmm," Bryan moaned. He was excited with the thought of having a full tank of milk at his disposal (and his babies, of course). "I thought we we're going to make a baby..." Another tear dripped down her face. "Awww, poor Margot, you thought you were going to have his children?" she mocked. "Stupid girl, nobody's going to wanna fuck that dirty, wide pussy let alone bring in a child with your genes. He deserves a mate that's worthy of taking his genes." She continued. "On that note, because we're gonna bring in a new life, we're gonna need bigger living space than my tiny condo. THUS, I'm moving in this grand place and you, babe, are moving out! Not like you ever contributed a cent to this condo Bryan tells me," she laughed. "No..." Margot lamented. "Yes," Helen asserted back. "So here's what's going to happen: me and Bryan are going to march over to your bedroom, have passionate sex on your bed while you, my dear, are going to stay here and clean out your stuff. And don't worry, we'll be extra loud so you realize what you never gave and could never give to him and what a superior woman I am." With that, Helen grabbed her man and pushed past the defeated Margot. "Ciao, bitch!" She called from behind her. "Take your time....I know we will!!"