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Authors: Dara Girard
Tags: Romance
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She rolled her eyes. An expensive form of junk mail, what a waste. She was about to toss it aside when one word jumped out at her.
Dumped?
She paused, almost feeling as if the word was speaking directly to her. No, she hadn’t been dumped, but somehow it felt that way. She was hurt finding out that the man she’d hoped to marry could so easily believe she was a cheater. And he was the one who could break her things, even though he knew how important her ‘ugly little vase’ had been to her. She kept reading.
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Application? What the heck was this? She flipped the card over, but couldn’t find anything else. The Black Stockings Society? What exactly was it? She sat down at her kitchen table and pulled out her tablet. She went online and typed in The Black Stocking Society. After finding a lot of lingerie sites, some escort services and other unsavory sites she couldn’t classify, she came up empty. She couldn’t find anything about this so-called ‘society’ on any social media forums. Were they really legitimate? She couldn’t even find them listed with the Better Business Bureau. She looked at the nominal fee. It wasn’t exorbitant, but she didn’t like parting with her money without knowing specifics. How was she chosen? Who recommended her? What were members expected to do? Why didn’t they have an email address or at least a phone number where she could call and ask questions? She looked at the envelope, there was no return address. Where were they located?
She hated coming up with more questions than answers. Why was she even taking it seriously? She ripped the invitation in two and tossed it in the garbage then went over to her broken vase. Just like her life right now, it needed to be fixed. She gathered the broken pieces and put them aside in a shoebox and put it on the table. She needed some superglue.
A trip to the local convenience store didn’t take long, so after she bought what she needed, Carissa decided to drive around, not ready to return home. At a stop light she looked over and saw a car drive up to an exclusive restaurant, where a valet was waiting, and she saw a striking woman get out wearing black fishnet stockings, her male companion holding his hand out to her. For a moment she could imagine herself like that. Divine, gorgeous, adored.
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A loud car horn shocked her back into reality. She put her foot on the gas and shook her head. It was just a scam. It wasn’t real. How could something like that be real? But she couldn’t take her mind off the woman. Then she glanced at her reflection in the rearview mirror. How did she get to look so worn? How could she have wasted three years on a man like Morris? How could she have fooled herself that he had been an improvement over her exes? Did she really think anyone could really love her? Could she ever be a woman like the one she had just seen?
The thought surprised her. She hadn’t even thought she’d wanted that. It wasn’t the fancy car or the clothes. She wanted to be admired. Desired. Instead of always being used. Her first husband, her second husband, and now her ex-boyfriend had all used her. Didn’t she deserve better?
She tossed the idea aside, but it called to her. At home she tried to focus on putting her vase back together, but couldn’t. She could feel the opportunity calling her from the trash bin. What if this really was a chance to change her life? It had definitely come at the right time. She pulled the torn invitation out of the trash and taped it back
She rolled her eyes. An expensive form of junk mail, what a waste. She was about to toss it aside when one word jumped out at her.
Dumped?
She paused, almost feeling as if the word was speaking directly to her. No, she hadn’t been dumped, but somehow it felt that way. She was hurt finding out that the man she’d hoped to marry could so easily believe she was a cheater. And he was the one who could break her things, even though he knew how important her ‘ugly little vase’ had been to her. She kept reading.
Bored? Tired of being single? Ready to live dangerously? Then this is the club for you. Guaranteed results! Submit your application today.
Application? What the heck was this? She flipped the card over, but couldn’t find anything else. The Black Stockings Society? What exactly was it? She sat down at her kitchen table and pulled out her tablet. She went online and typed in The Black Stocking Society. After finding a lot of lingerie sites, some escort services and other unsavory sites she couldn’t classify, she came up empty. She couldn’t find anything about this so-called ‘society’ on any social media forums. Were they really legitimate? She couldn’t even find them listed with the Better Business Bureau. She looked at the nominal fee. It wasn’t exorbitant, but she didn’t like parting with her money without knowing specifics. How was she chosen? Who recommended her? What were members expected to do? Why didn’t they have an email address or at least a phone number where she could call and ask questions? She looked at the envelope, there was no return address. Where were they located?
She hated coming up with more questions than answers. Why was she even taking it seriously? She ripped the invitation in two and tossed it in the garbage then went over to her broken vase. Just like her life right now, it needed to be fixed. She gathered the broken pieces and put them aside in a shoebox and put it on the table. She needed some superglue.
A trip to the local convenience store didn’t take long, so after she bought what she needed, Carissa decided to drive around, not ready to return home. At a stop light she looked over and saw a car drive up to an exclusive restaurant, where a valet was waiting, and she saw a striking woman get out wearing black fishnet stockings, her male companion holding his hand out to her. For a moment she could imagine herself like that. Divine, gorgeous, adored.
Dumped? Bored? Tired of being single? Ready to live dangerously? Then this is the club for you. Guaranteed results!
A loud car horn shocked her back into reality. She put her foot on the gas and shook her head. It was just a scam. It wasn’t real. How could something like that be real? But she couldn’t take her mind off the woman. Then she glanced at her reflection in the rearview mirror. How did she get to look so worn? How could she have wasted three years on a man like Morris? How could she have fooled herself that he had been an improvement over her exes? Did she really think anyone could really love her? Could she ever be a woman like the one she had just seen?
The thought surprised her. She hadn’t even thought she’d wanted that. It wasn’t the fancy car or the clothes. She wanted to be admired. Desired. Instead of always being used. Her first husband, her second husband, and now her ex-boyfriend had all used her. Didn’t she deserve better?
She tossed the idea aside, but it called to her. At home she tried to focus on putting her vase back together, but couldn’t. She could feel the opportunity calling her from the trash bin. What if this really was a chance to change her life? It had definitely come at the right time. She pulled the torn invitation out of the trash and taped it back
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