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The Bad Tenant Ch. 15
Jess arranged her towel on the lounger, smoothing out the wrinkles. A hint of mischief played at the corners of her mouth as she glanced up at Bob.
“I’ll start face down,” she announced, settling onto the lounger.
Bob nodded, outwardly composed despite the electric current buzzing through his veins. “Whatever you prefer, princess,” he replied, his tone casual as if this were merely another poolside chat.
As he reached for the lotion, questions bounced through his mind. What exactly was driving Jess’s boldness today? Was this purely her desire, born from her own curiosity and arousal? Or was she here primarily because Tom had encouraged it, perhaps even pressured her? The distinction mattered enormously.
If Tom’s suggestions had driven this encounter, Jess might harbor residual resistance, a reluctance she’d pushed aside to please her husband. Such scenarios often led to morning-after regret, to women reframing experiences as violations rather than choices. But if her own curiosity or desire had propelled her here, she’d be more likely to rationalize afterward, to view this as her choice, potentially even to repeat the experience.
The possibility that Tom had actively encouraged this escalation amused Bob. The thought strengthened Bob’s conviction that Tom fundamentally didn’t deserve Jess, that he was merely a temporary custodian of something that rightfully belonged to men like Bob.
But Bob also recognized the delicate balance required here. Push too far too fast, and he risked not just today’s progress but his entire campaign. If Jess felt violated or manipulated rather than pleasured and liberated, she could easily terminate their arrangement. He could lose both his access to her and his housing situation.
Jess arranged her towel on the lounger, smoothing out the wrinkles. A hint of mischief played at the corners of her mouth as she glanced up at Bob.
“I’ll start face down,” she announced, settling onto the lounger.
Bob nodded, outwardly composed despite the electric current buzzing through his veins. “Whatever you prefer, princess,” he replied, his tone casual as if this were merely another poolside chat.
As he reached for the lotion, questions bounced through his mind. What exactly was driving Jess’s boldness today? Was this purely her desire, born from her own curiosity and arousal? Or was she here primarily because Tom had encouraged it, perhaps even pressured her? The distinction mattered enormously.
If Tom’s suggestions had driven this encounter, Jess might harbor residual resistance, a reluctance she’d pushed aside to please her husband. Such scenarios often led to morning-after regret, to women reframing experiences as violations rather than choices. But if her own curiosity or desire had propelled her here, she’d be more likely to rationalize afterward, to view this as her choice, potentially even to repeat the experience.
The possibility that Tom had actively encouraged this escalation amused Bob. The thought strengthened Bob’s conviction that Tom fundamentally didn’t deserve Jess, that he was merely a temporary custodian of something that rightfully belonged to men like Bob.
But Bob also recognized the delicate balance required here. Push too far too fast, and he risked not just today’s progress but his entire campaign. If Jess felt violated or manipulated rather than pleasured and liberated, she could easily terminate their arrangement. He could lose both his access to her and his housing situation.
