Off the Wagon, Part 4: A Woman Scorned

Cara sat out by her pool in her white bikini. The pool was empty, and the air had a nip to it. The sun was in the center of the sky, and there was no wind, but it was still cold. Cara suffered through it, she refused to loose her tan just because of a seasonal inconvenience. Tanning beds were out of the question, she hated them. She didn’t tan right in those things. Beauty was worth a little discomfort.
It was around noon that she got the call from Travis asking if she wanted to go out to lunch. She told him she would cook him something if he came over around one. He had agreed.
He would have eaten her shit if she asked him to.
Travis was a nice enough guy. They got along really well, but he had no future, no ambition, no money. No chance. He was happy drifting through life, accepting what came like a boat with no rudder. Still, it made her feel good about herself that he loved her. He would never have betrayed Joey like he did, if she had not insisted. No loyalty could withstand the sledge hammer of lust. She needed to bring him closer to her, to shove him deeper into her pocket. He had been getting frustrated and was about to forget her, but fucking him would keep him guessing for a long time.
She had broken it off with Joey. He had everything Travis did not, but he was boring her, and she needed a break. Some time to sucker Joey back into her pocket as well. She would go back to him in about a month, and he would never risk losing her again. She could have anything she wanted. He owed her a debt that could never be repaid in anything but revenge.
Joey had been mad. She had really tempted fate by leaving him. She knew him well enough to know he would erupt, and he very well might have killed her. But he did not. He held all of his fire in his eyes, and had calmly left the room. That scared her even more than if he had blown up.
Cara got out of her chair and put on her robe. It wouldn’t hurt to be almost naked when Travis got there. She loved to watch him squirm. Fuck them both. Fuck all men. Cara was pretty, she knew it, and she resented what that meant. She was stupid, a fun little wet hole with tits that was used to make a man feel good, and to make other men jealous. To Cara her appearance was a tool. No one would ask a carpenter to build a house without a hammer, she could not exploit men without her body.
There was a knock at the door followed by a male, “Hello?”
“I’m in the kitchen,” Cara said.
Joey would pay for what he had done to her.
Unfortunately, so would Travis.