Mindy

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“Lies, Lies, Lies!” Mindy angrily thought to herself as she left the restaurant and got into her car. “I can’t stand myself.” She was sick with her life, and sick with lying about it. She had had what she supposed to be a perfect life, and imagined herself the envy of many. A husband who owned a successful office furniture business that allowed her to be a stay at home mom for her two beautiful girls, age twelve and fifteen. A beautiful mansion in an exclusive, gated country club. She was an excellent tennis player, and had plenty of time to take lessons from the pro at the club. She had a personal trainer at the club’s fitness center. That, along with the tennis enabled her to keep her figure and look years younger than other forty year old women. Then it all came apart; when the recession struck in 2007, it appeared that Jeff’s business would be okay. His largest client was expanding and there were a lot of federal government construction projects ongoing. He expected to win some contracts with them. Then, about the time that the recession took a sharp downturn in 2008, his biggest client announced they were consolidating all their employees in their headquarters out of state. They cancelled every order they had on the books that had not yet shipped, and Jeff’s business took a nosedive. When her life came apart, Mindy went through the five classic stages of grief. Both Jeff and Mindy had been in denial at first, assuming that Jeff could replace the lost business without giving up their lavish lifestyle. As they ate through their savings and Jeff continued to press her to reduce their lifestyle, Mindy had progressed to anger, directed at Jeff, who she felt wasn’t properly providing. The anger had taken a severe toll on their marriage. They barely spoke, and hadn’t had sex in months. Next she progressed to the bargaining stage, offering to make small changes, but Jeff insisted they wouldn’t be enough to keep them from losing everything if they didn’t sell the house, quit the club and put the girls in public schools. Next she entered the depression stage, desperately unhappy. When she ran into her childhood friend, Laura, they agreed to have lunch the next week to catch up. They had been close in elementary school, but in middle school Laura began to hang out with a different crowd and they hadn’t spent as much time together. There were rumors of an aborted pregnancy in high school, and Laura had disappeared from her life after that. Mindy was always happy to have a lunch appointment. When the girls were at school, she filled her days with lunches, tennis lessons, Bible studies and meetings with the various charity boards she served on. Jeff had been pressing her to consider getting a job, but she felt it important to be there for the girls when they got out of school, and drive them around to their various lessons and practices. Laura had seemed surprised at Mindy’s interest in “catching up”, but had agreed to a lunch date at one of Mindy’s favorite restaurants. “Tell me about your life since high school, Laura,” Mindy said after they had ordered. “I’ve been living in L.A. since high school,” she said. “Last year my mom got really sick, and I moved in with her to take care of her. She died last month, and I’ve been sewing up all the loose ends with her estate.” “Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that,” Mindy said. Perhaps that was why Laura had appeared a little gaunt, from taking care of her mother. She could have used a few more pounds, though her breasts looked larger than she remembered. “She must have had them done,” Mindy thought to herself. “Thank you, but please don’t be. She was very ill.” Brightening up again, Mindy changed the subject. “So what were you doing in L.A.?” “I spent the last twenty two years trying, and very rarely succeeding in getting jobs acting.” “Oh, I remember you were in theatre arts in high school. Didn’t you play the lead in Annie one year?” Laura laughed. “You have a good memory. Yeah, unfortunately, that was about the high spot in my acting career.” “So what will you do now? Go back to L.A.?” “I don’t know. That’s what I’ve been considering istanbul travesti the last month, since my mom died. Unfortunately, I’ve never been able to take normal jobs, since I had to drop everything when I did get a job acting in a commercial or whatever, so I have no skills. I don’t think I’m going to go back to L.A. I’m getting too old for that game anymore. What about you? Husband? Kids?” “Oh, yes,” she said, fishing out her cell phone to show off pictures of her husband, kids, pets and house.” “Nice.” “What about you, Laura. Did you ever marry and have kids?” “Two exes, no kids.” During the rest of the meal, Mindy ticked off the list of accomplishments of her family. Laura was an excellent listener, and afterward Mindy realized that she had done almost all of the talking. And what’s worse, she realized she had talked to Laura as she did her friends at the club. She didn’t ever actually tell a lie, but let them believe that she and Jeff were doing spectacularly well financially. “Lies, Lies, Lies!” she repeated. “Why do I have to try to impress other people? Why can’t I have a friend to talk to honestly?” she asked herself as she sped off toward her suburban home. That night, Jeff approached her again about reducing their expenses. “Mindy, we’ve got to put the house on the market. It’s not a great time to sell, but we can’t stay here. We’ll run out of money within a year and lose my business. We can have a great life if we downsize our expenses.” “I don’t want to give up our house. All our friends live here at the club.” “Mindy, you can still see those friends anytime you want, even if we move.” “The girls are doing so well at their school; I hate the thought of moving them.” “Well, how about if we let Megan finish up high school where she is, but move Kelly? Kelly’s resilient, and now would be a good time to move her, while she has time to make friends in middle school before going to high school. We went to public school, and I’d say we turned out okay.” Jeff could tell that Mindy was finally starting to accept reality. “Look, honey, here’s a spreadsheet I created. Take a look at these numbers. We have enough equity in the house to pay cash for a nice house in Greenbriar, where we lived when we were kids, and we’ll have no mortgage. We’ll be close to your parents. We can remodel however you want. Our property taxes will be reduced by over ten thousand dollars per year. By dropping the club membership, we’ll save over fifteen hundred dollars per month.” “Fifteen hundred dollars?” “Yes, fifteen hundred. Here’s last month’s bill, and this is about average. Mindy had no idea that they were spending that much. All the margaritas after tennis, the meals she ate with her friends, the private lessons, and the personal trainer really added up. Jeff’s business was still doing well enough to support them, provided they drastically cut their living expenses. No more brand new Suburban every two years. No more extravagant giving to every chartable cause that appointed Mindy to a board or committee. “But what kind of job could I get?” she asked. “I haven’t worked in fifteen years.” “Anything you can do would help. And the girls are getting old enough not to need you. Megan will be driving on her own in a year, and she can take herself and Kelly where they need to go. How about if you wait until then to get a job? That night was the first in a long time that they felt that they had a solution, rather than more problems. They agreed to implement Jeff’s strategy. What’s more, they had sex. As she laid thinking with Jeff gently snoring, she began to wonder what had happened to her. “Am I as spoiled a brat as I act?” she thought to herself. “I don’t need to prove anything to anyone. We don’t need a fancy house to be happy.” She knew deep down that within months of moving, her “friends” at the club would have little interest in seeing her. She knew they would continue trying to impress each other with their families or their possessions, but she was tired of playing that game, and decided to embrace her new lifestyle. Laura was surprised to hear from istanbul travestileri Mindy the next week, asking her to lunch again. She agreed, though she didn’t know what this wealthy, suburban woman who had everything wanted to see her for. “What’s new with you?” Laura asked. “Well, we’ve decided to put the house up for sale, and move back to Greenbriar.” “Really? Why Greenbriar?” Mindy then told Laura the entire story of how they had overspent their means, trying to keep up appearances. “I’m afraid I wasn’t honest with you last week. I’ve been wearing this mask so long, trying to be little miss perfect, that I’ve forgotten how to remove it.” “What you just said takes a lot of guts. I’m proud to know you, Mindy. You’re going to be just fine, I know you will.” “So, Laura, have you decided what you’re going to do?” “I’ve decided to stay. I’m not going back to L.A. It’s too expensive to live there, and I’m tired of chasing jobs. And I’m too old anyway.” “Too old? Look at Meryl Streep.” Laura laughed. “I’m no Meryl Streep. Since we’re being honest, the truth is, while I was waiting for real acting jobs, I took jobs in the sex trade industry. It was the only way to support myself, since I couldn’t commit to a normal job. When an opportunity to act in a commercial or whatever came along, I had to be able to drop everything and take it. And the truth is, I’m too old to be in demand for porn anymore.” “The sex trade industry?” Mindy repeated, obviously stunned. Laura looked down at her napkin. She hadn’t intended to reveal that to anyone. “When I moved, my parents were very much against it. I couldn’t stand the thought of coming back with my tail between my legs, so I pretended to them that I had made it. So you see,” she said, laughing, “maybe we’re more alike than different, trying to make people think we’re something we’re not.” “What was that like?” Mindy asked. “You get used to it. You tell yourself it’s honing your craft,” she said with a laugh. “I guess you can rationalize anything.” Dropping her voice, she said, “Mostly it was videos or photo shoots for porno websites. It didn’t pay a lot, but I could work around the occasional job. I tried working the 900 number call rooms, but that was so depressing and paid so little, it wasn’t worth it. Anyway, I’m not going back.” “What will you do here?” “I’m going to live in my mom’s house. It’s paid for, so my expenses will be small. My mom left a little money, and I can supplement it.” “How?” “You really want to know?” “Oh,” Mindy said. “Hey, I’m sorry if I’ve pried where I’m not welcome.” “No, that’s alright. I’m not proud of everything I’ve done, but I’m not ashamed either. I’ve done what I thought I needed to do to get by. I’d love to have a husband devoted to me and all that goes with it, but I don’t.” Changing the subject, Mindy said, “Well, I’m in the job market myself now, and I’m sure I have less job skills than you do.” “Maybe you can work with me,” Laura said, laughing. “Tell me about it.” “I was JOKING,” Laura said as they shared a laugh. “No, really. What’s it like?” “You really want to know, don’t you?” Laura asked. “Yeah, I’d be interested, if you’re not uncomfortable talking about it.” “Well, I don’t have a pimp, and I don’t do drugs. I simply respond to personals ads from men who want company and are willing to pay for it. Usually older men. I find they’re more generous and less likely to be rough than younger men.” “Aren’t you scared?” “Yeah, a little. I usually meet them in a public place at first. But now I’ve gotten to the point where I don’t have to meet new men. I’ve got several men who come into town regularly that want to see me. To be honest, the only reason I see new men anymore is because I’m addicted to the excitement of it.” Mindy hadn’t thought about that angle. What would it feel like to meet someone new, knowing that they expected sex? Wow. She trembled with nervousness just thinking about it. “I could never do that,” she thought to herself. “How much do men pay?” she asked. “It depends on what they want. I won’t have anyone in my house, so I have to go to them. I charge travesti istanbul a minimum of $125, but usually it’s more, depending on what they want and how long I spend with them.” Mindy went quiet, and Laura could tell she was mulling over what she’d heard. “Like I said, I’m not perfect. Look, you asked.” “I know, Laura. I’m not judging you, really I’m not. We all do what we have to do. I’ve never had to work a day in my life, so why would you care what I think. You’ve had to rely on yourself since high school. I admire you for that.” “Thanks,” Laura said. “Look, I’ve enjoyed talking to you. I have nobody that I can be honest with. Sometimes it feels good to be able to share what’s going on in your life, especially with someone that doesn’t try to fix you or judge you. Anytime you’d like to get together, just let me know.” “I’ve enjoyed it too,” Mindy said. Before they left, they had made a date for the following week, and their lunches became a regular part of Mindy’s schedule. She knew when Megan started driving, she’d have to get a job and these lunch dates would have to discontinue, but she really enjoyed them while she could. She had never had a girlfriend that she felt like she could just be herself with, with no need to act the part or try to impress. One of her favorite parts of her lunches with Laura was to get Laura to tell funny stories of her experiences with men she met. Laura had been reluctant at first, but when she saw how much Mindy enjoyed hearing about her exploits, she opened up. “So this guy must be sixty five years old,” Laura said in a low voice, so as not to be overheard at the table next to them. “I meet him in the hotel lobby. I had emailed my photo, so he knew what I looked like. We sit at a table in the coffee shop, and I ask him what he likes to do for fun.” She dropped her voice even lower, causing Mindy to lean in to hear her as she said, “Now get this. He doesn’t want to have s-e-x. He explains that he loves his wife and would never cheat on her. So now I’m wondering what I’m doing there. Turns out, what he really wants is to watch me take off my clothes and squirt on my titties. Like that’s not cheating?” “What?” Mindy said. “Yuck!” “Hey, that’s like a day off in my business. If that’s what he wants, that’s fine with me.” “So what happened?” Mindy asks, giggling “So I go up to his room. He turns the lamps down low.””‘Wait just a minute,’ he says to me.” So I’m standing there, and he starts taking off his clothes. Jeez, even the hair on his chest had turned white. Big pot belly and little, limp willy.” Mindy giggled at that. “So he lies on the bed, resting his head on one hand and says, ‘Take your clothes off very slowly, please.’ So I start doing a slow strip. I kick off my shoes. He had asked me to dress conservatively, because he didn’t want me coming into his hotel looking like a whore. I’m wearing a nice skirt and a modest top. I unzip my skirt and let it drop, moving right in front of his face. He cups his balls and watches intently.” “’Ummmm, I like your blue panties,’ he says, as he begins gently stroking himself.” “I turn around and bend over at the waist, my butt literally inches from his face.” Mindy tried to imagine what it would be like, taking off her clothes in front of a total stranger in his hotel room. She couldn’t even imagine, but she was trembling thinking about it. “I reach behind my back under my top and unsnap my bra, then pull it off my shoulders. I let it drop down under my top and hand it to him. He takes a big whiff of it, smelling my perfume, and lays it on top of his chest. I lean over him and shake my tits a little, letting them sway against the sheer material of my top. The ruffles on the front of my top keep him from seeing through it, but he can see them swaying against the fabric. I can see from his red face and his little willy getting a little stiff that he’s enjoying the show so far. So I decide to be coy and see if he likes being teased.” “I start unbuttoning my top, and when the last button is removed, I turn my back to him and open my top, as if to take it off. Then, closing it again, I turn back around, and ask him, ‘Are you enjoying the show?’” “’Oh, yes,’ he hisses. ‘Very much.’” “So I start to open up my shirt, showing him a little cleavage, then a little more.” ‘Do you want to see more?’ I ask him.” “I can see he’s delirious with desire now.

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