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LJ Idol X - Week [6] - Impulsive Actions

Sid and Nancy were having trouble. Not Sid Vicious and Nancy Spungen, Sidney Allen and his wife Nancy Clark. They met sixteen years ago at a college film seminar, having just seen the biopic about their more famous namesakes, and struck up a quick, hard, penetrating and mutually satisfying friendship in a bathroom stall while their friends hung out waiting to go to the diner for a post-screening snack and talk.

It wasn’t until mid-semester that everyone realized they were emulating the film, minus the heroin, and had sequestered themselves in Sid’s off campus apartment, coming out only for classes, food and fresh tampons and condoms.

Their wedding was right on campus at Bishop Chapel, honeymoon over their Senior Year Spring Break at Lake Havasu. And then nestling in to a decent suburb of Houston, where Sid could attend law school and Nancy could find worthwhile employment, nothing at all like 1977 New York.

Currently, the trouble was sex. Or no sex. At all. In college, all Nancy had to do was face away from Sid and bend at the waist and in seconds, it was happening. Now, when they did happen to be in the same room, they would be working through budgets or reading material for their jobs, her social work cases and his divorce attorney suits. Why couldn’t he see that he was on the path to irreconcilable differences himself, Nancy wondered.

One fateful evening, when Nancy was feeling especially lonely, she broke a rule and fired up Sid’s laptop. She wasn’t exactly “snooping,” and she promised herself if she found something “bad” she would pretend like she never saw it.

Sid didn’t password protect anything on his computer. There wasn’t a “porn” collection. Not even any photos of the three actresses he listed as his “free shots” if he ever met them.

But there was a file folder on the desktop labeled: “Jolie v. Pitt.” That was too tantalizing to ignore.

No, Sid wasn’t working a celebrity case, but in the plaintiff’s list of complaints, there was a link to an unidentified website. Nancy noted the address, shut down Sid’s machine and went to her own laptop to have a look.

A special club for couples and single women. Yes, with photographs and detailed descriptions. And yes, Nancy could feel her libido warming to the words and images.

She hurriedly filled out an application for Sid and her to attend the next “Gathering” as it was called, submitted the fee and the requisite photos of the two of them on a pink sand beach during their excursion to the British Virgin Islands, their last practical time off together almost three years ago.

Nancy was counting the days to the evening of The Gathering, still not even mentioning a word to Sid. She rented him a tuxedo, got a gown on consignment, purchased some new fabulous lingerie and greeted Sid at the door, without the gown, when he got home.

They immediately, eagerly and wordlessly started to make out, but before Sid could get too excited, Nancy backed away, showed him his tux, and went upstairs to dress.

Sid was very curious. A black tie event at an undisclosed location?

The twenty minute GPS directed ride deposited them near the center of a small town at what looked like an old-fashioned bank with Somerset door and columns. Their identification checked at the door against a list before entering.

Once inside, it was a decadent display. A runway where hosts and hostesses would parade, fashion show style, in various states of undress. A lounge with beds for sofas was already getting a light workout by early arrivers. Various people circulated throughout the room taking orders for food, drink or other items.

“What is this place?” Sid smiled suspiciously as they sat on a bed/sofa.

“Why hello, there!” A man in a dinner jacket and his companion, a woman dressed as a belly dancer both plopped down between them. “My name is Jackson and this is Kennedy. Kennedy sat up straight and that’s when Sid noticed he could see right through her sheer top.

Kennedy stared at Sid. “We’ve never seen you here before and we always like to treat the newbies.”

“Greet the newbies.” Jackson corrected. “Treating comes later. So, what brings you here? What are you looking to do?”

“I’m Nancy and this is Sid. I surprised him with this and I was about to explain it when you arrived.”

“Oh!” said Jackson, tracing Nancy’s leg with his eyes. “Let’s show and not tell. May I?”

Jackson got a smile from Nancy and he lifted her leg with his hand and removed her stiletto heel. He paused and sighed, then immediately removed her other shoe.

“Nancy. You have the most beautiful feet I’ve ever seen! Look at those toes Kennedy!” Jackson said, coaxing Nancy into pointing her pedicure straight out.

Sid was delivered a whisky as he watched this stranger wax poetic over his wife’s feet. Somehow though, Nancy was enjoying it. The guy was starting to massage Nancy’s soles and he was getting his face right in front of them for a very close look.

“What do you like Sid?” Kennedy smiled.

“I definitely don’t like feet, that’s for sure.” Sid sniffed as he downed the rest of his whisky in a gulp. “It’s the most disgusting part of the body.”

When Sid glanced back at Nancy, she appeared to be in some sort of ecstatic trance. Then, when he looked down at Jackson, he saw his wife’s toes in his mouth.

“What the hell?!”

“I’m sorry, but Nancy has really gorgeous…”

“Yes, you said she has gorgeous toes. How does that translate into putting them into your mouth?”

Kennedy placed her hand on Sid’s chest. “My goodness. Your heart is beating so fast.”

“What kind of freak massages and sucks the toes of a total stranger?” Sid was irate.

Nancy sat up. “Why are you screaming? We’re just having some harmless fun.”

“You call this fun?!” Sid said, loud enough for a couple of the hosts to approach their area. “Is that why you brought me here? Were you going to indulge your little foot fetish?”

Moments later they were back in their car, riding home in deafening silence. In fact, they didn’t say a word to each other until breakfast. Sid was eating a bowl of cereal alone in the kitchen when Nancy came in to grab a glass of water.

“You know, I just wanted a little excitement,” Nancy said.

“Where did you even find that place? Or was this something you have been doing without me?”

“It was in your Jolie v. Pitt file. A link to their website.”

“You took me to some sex club listed in my client’s complaint?!”

Divorce proceedings began the following Monday.

Jackson comped Nancy to Gatherings for the rest of the year.

//

This story was written for LJ Idol X using the prompt: Heel turn.

This entry was originally posted at http://penpusher.dreamwidth.org/745209.html. Please comment there using OpenID.

Comments

( 27 comments — Leave a comment )
rayaso
Jan. 24th, 2017 03:37 pm (UTC)
This was a very creative use of the topic! I never saw the erotic/legal possibilities. Poor Sid and Nancy.
penpusher
Jan. 27th, 2017 05:06 am (UTC)
I kind of hoped to telegraph that Sid and Nancy probably weren't going to have the happiest of endings! Thanks!
rswndrlst
Jan. 24th, 2017 08:16 pm (UTC)

Yikes! This was compelling but I think the moral is not to snoop on your spouse's tech


or perhaps ask them how they'd feel about going to a sex club before bringing them there?

penpusher
Jan. 27th, 2017 05:07 am (UTC)
I think both of those observations more than apply! Thanks for reading!!
uselesstinrelic
Jan. 27th, 2017 11:40 pm (UTC)
Haha, my thoughts exactly!
penpusher
Jan. 28th, 2017 02:58 am (UTC)
Hey. LJ had a "like" button long befoe FB was available to anyone but College students!
i_17bingo
Jan. 25th, 2017 02:59 pm (UTC)
I appreciate the desire to pleasantly surprise and delight your partner, but communication is key.

Nice try, Nancy.
penpusher
Jan. 27th, 2017 05:08 am (UTC)
Communication is for sure a big deal. Without it, we can only imagine what might happen! Thanks so much for your comment.
halfshellvenus
Jan. 26th, 2017 01:26 am (UTC)
There has to be a middle ground somewhere between, "Hey, we never have sex anymore!" and "Let's checkout a swingers club!"

I suspect both Sid and Nancy will be happier apart, after that incident.

And I didn't expect this use of the prompt either. :)
penpusher
Jan. 27th, 2017 05:10 am (UTC)
Love and Logic don't always run in parallel! But, yes, at least their ending was better than the other Sid & Nancy! Thanks, as always.
m_malcontent
Jan. 26th, 2017 06:28 pm (UTC)
As someone who has been physically out of favor with my wife of late...maybe I should plant a file like this on her computer and hope....

....no?....bad idea?.....yeah probably
penpusher
Jan. 27th, 2017 05:13 am (UTC)
Hm. Depends on what you hope to accomplish! I would only take the credit if it goes well, and none of the responsibility if it doesn't!!

Sometimes it does require some shaking up, but you have to know if you're shaking a can of whipped cream or a bottle of soda! Thanks for helping create a few more indelible images with your comment!
roina_arwen
Jan. 27th, 2017 02:54 am (UTC)
Heh. Poor Nancy!
penpusher
Jan. 27th, 2017 05:14 am (UTC)
I suspect Nancy actually got the best of the bargain, unlike her more famous counterpart! Thanks for reading and your comment!
dmousey
Jan. 27th, 2017 03:09 am (UTC)
She should've warned him. I feel the whole thing could've been avoided if their communication wasn't locked down to begin with. Many problems would be worked out if people just talked.

Ps. He didn't have to be such a dick over the foot massage though.

Hugs and peace~~~
penpusher
Jan. 27th, 2017 05:20 am (UTC)
This is a reasonable point and in the unedited version of the story, there was a bit more to both of those elements. But I wanted to stay as close as possible to 1000 words, and that required a few tough cuts that probably would have made that a bit more clear.

Thanks for reading and sharing your observations!
my_name_is_jenn
Jan. 27th, 2017 04:12 pm (UTC)
Very nice take on the prompt. :)
penpusher
Jan. 28th, 2017 02:58 am (UTC)
Thanks so much!
bleodswean
Jan. 27th, 2017 05:25 pm (UTC)
You have such a clever flair for turning the mundane into the truly odd. This was well written!
penpusher
Jan. 28th, 2017 03:02 am (UTC)
Thanks for a fantastic compliment!!
marlawentmad
Jan. 27th, 2017 05:55 pm (UTC)
Clever use of the prompt.
penpusher
Jan. 28th, 2017 03:04 am (UTC)
I think I was the only one to go this route but I wanted to get the prompt a double meaning and this just seemed to be cool.

Thanks!
bewize
Jan. 27th, 2017 07:52 pm (UTC)
Hehe. Poor doomed couple. But, it sounds like she had a much better time after the divorce.
penpusher
Jan. 28th, 2017 03:05 am (UTC)
I think Nancy definitely landed on her feet! Thanks for reading!
uselesstinrelic
Jan. 27th, 2017 11:41 pm (UTC)
I can't help but agree with Rswndrlst- so much of that could have been avoided if she just asked how he felt about it first. But of course then it wouldn't have been so entertaining to read!
penpusher
Jan. 28th, 2017 03:14 am (UTC)
Communication... that crucial element! Thanks for checking in and reading along!
eternal_ot
Jan. 28th, 2017 08:34 am (UTC)
Ohh..well..well.. If only she was a bit more clear, because men are bad with hints. A nice take!
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