He took only a second to let his eyes drink in the sight of the slightly ruffled woman.

“Gwen? Oh hey Look sorry about all the noise. I-ah...we'll try to keep a little quieter." He apologized but the woman simply started at him with a smouldering gaze.

“Is...um...Is there anything else you'd like?" He asked in the kindest tone he was able to muster. Maybe she wanted the damn sugar or something?

“I'd Like you to make me scream like her whilst you fuck my pussy raw.”

She replied a Little breathlessly.

"There is definitely a god," Jamie thought.

“...and her name is

Allison."

Gwendolyn Chambers was not having a good day. Her husband had left her for some bitch at a local massage parlour. Hell, it was probably a whorehouse for all she knew. That morning she'd woken up to find him sat downstairs on their couch with a suitcase packed up next to him.

For a moment there she had actually thought he was surprising her with a secretly booked holiday or something. Then he'd started talking about how she wasn't there for him anymore, about how she wouldn't give up her career to start the family he wanted so much. Finally after spouting enough bullshit to sate his guilty conscience he'd told her about the other woman in his Life. Apparently he was going to stay with her. He'd left her that morning with their pre-prepared divorce papers.

Just before he'd walked out of the door he turned back and wished her good luck in the job interview she had that afternoon. He'd used his best ‘lets all be friends’ voice when he'd said it. She'd stood through it all in stunned silence.

The tears came a little while after the door had closed behind him. She knew they hadn't been talking as much as they should have. They had problems. So did everyone else. Problems were meant to be worked out.

She'd wanted to make her marriage work so much. Hoping desperately that the spark they'd Lost in the past year or so would come back. The man's obsessive desire to have kids and see her stay at home had plagued her so much. Every time they'd work up to having sex he'd always mention how he thought it was time to forget the contraception. It always killed her enthusiasm. For the past six months they'd barely touched each other.

After several years of law school she wasn't about to waste all that time and her qualifications as a full fledged lawyer by staying at home. She was only twenty six years old goddammit. Not to mention that she was good enough to be interviewed that afternoon by one of the best up and coming law firms in the country. Her old firm heard about the interview and fired her immediately. She didn't care. They were a total of five old men who had spent most of their time trying to put her into secretarial work. She wasn't going to stand for that and had managed to secure several cases for herself. She'd shown so much promise that her new firm, or so she hoped, had actually called her. They'd indicated that the interview was basically a formality and that the placement was as good as hers anyway.

Unfortunately having someone who you thought was the love of your life leave you for someone else can change more things than just your relationship status. So she'd walked into the interview that afternoon with tear stains, puffy eyes and a slightly dishevelled Look about her.

The interviewers had seemed quite surprised at first. Surprise turned into disapproval however when she couldn't hold herself together long enough to finish the interview. After she'd hurried out to the nearest toilet in order to throw up their secretary told her she wasn't to be allowed back inside the interview room. The woman had gently told her she wasn't what they were looking for and that they were very sorry for wasting her time. Gwen started to cry again after that and was still shaking when she left the building. In one day her entire life had turned into a complete mess.

She had thought briefly of calling a friend but then realised that she didn't have any. ALL of her old friends had slowly been pushed away by her husband's disapproval of her socialising with anyone who wasn't him. Her mother had died when she was twenty one and she'd never known her father at all. With no other family the poor woman had realised there was no one in the world to help her. For a while she went back home but it didn't take long until the walls felt Like they were starting to close in on her. Memories of living there that she'd once cherished now seemed like perverted stains soiling her house. Taking her car keys she'd driven to the nearest hotel and booked a room for the night. When the man behind the desk had given her the room key she didn't stay to listen to the usual spiel of what the hotel had to offer.

It didn't take long for her to make her way into the bar. She ordered a double vodka, straight up. Looking around the place she saw it was practically empty of people. As she'd sat down on a bar stool two teenage girls walked past her looking very happy with themselves.

Feeling like she'd never be happy again, her current troubles started to weigh more heavily on her shoulders.

In fact she was so wrapped up in her own thoughts that she didn't notice when the bartender came back with her drink. After she didn't respond when he set the drink in front of her the man audibly cleared his throat. As Gwendolyn muttered an apology and started fumbling about with her purse however a man stepped up to the bar and paid for her drink. He also ordered one for himself. Wiping her eyes again she looked at him. Angry and slightly embarrassed she had told him she didn't want anything from him.