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THE STRINGPOINT GROUP

"She sits naked with only a pair of expensive boots on top of my lover"

Friday

Maarten and Foppe look expectantly at who I get into the car with. I can't afford to choose Maarten, even though he apparently said he's coming to pick me up and I didn't hear that. So I gesture 'sorry' to Maarten and put all my stuff and Ella in Foppe's car. Maarten looks grumpy and tears away hard. “What does that guy want from you”, grumbles Foppe. "He's married to your sister, isn't he? Shouldn't you even talk to her?" I don't say anything back. He doesn't understand anyway.

While driving I receive one app after another. Maarten texts that he likes me so much and so sexy. I'm not responding. Then he sends selfies, apparently from a parking lot. In his first picture he has unbuttoned his fly. "Little Maarten gets excited about you," he texts. In the second picture he is playing with himself. "Let's have sex in a parking lot sometime," he texts. "Then I'll take you in the back of the car and everyone can see us."

Involuntarily I have to laugh. Anyway, Maarten is never boring. I fear that Foppe would not do things like this so quickly. On the contrary, he asks who I'm texting with all the time. "With Fleur," I joke and then I put my phone away anyway. And when Foppe and I sit in front of the TV in the evening, I forget all about Maarten when he caresses my nipple. “I can't concentrate,” I grunt, after which Foppe takes my nipple in his mouth. He slides his hand down and tucks it into my panties. His finger slides in and out of me and I come in an instant.

Monday

Normal life begins again. I really need to do something about my rapidly dwindling bank account. I post all the photos and videos I made during our mini vacation on TikTok and Instagram in the hope that the bungalow park is satisfied and that I might generate some more income. I look at Foppe's photos. He really has a divine body. He could open an Only Fans account like this. I'll suggest it to him, but I doubt he'll want to.

At 1 pm I agreed to have lunch with Pauline. I hope she will give me a reference because I will be looking for a job in PR for a few days anyway. She looks very good. Expensive clothes, beautiful new boots and probably just a visit to the hairdresser. I feel pale and pale next to her. Foppe's vegan diet makes me a little light-headed. He brings up nutritional supplements all the time. Maybe I should look into that.

She orders a Caesar salad with anchovies and chicken and I do the same. I'm really looking forward to a piece of meat. Then she asks how are you and I lie that I feel great. “I just spent a free week in a very luxurious house in the Veluwe and all kinds of companies are increasingly finding their way to me. In addition, I'm dating my personal trainer, so I'm getting more and more muscular haha.”

Main customers

Pauline looks like she doesn't believe me. "And Mark, do you ever see him again?" It hurts when she says that. I haven't spoken to Mark in weeks now and I wonder if things will ever be okay. I cheerfully say that this is not the case and immediately ask if she will still see him. “Yes, he is one of our most important customers. And we actually see each other more and more in private. He takes me to the most luxurious restaurants and soon we are going away for a weekend.”

Ouch that hurts. So I just traded in for another woman. He didn't let grass grow over it. How could I have thought he would do without a mistress? Stupid Josien is never enough for him. "Be careful," I say sharply. “I have been with him for almost 7 years. He made all kinds of promises to me. He would leave his wife for me, we would have another baby together, all that sort of thing. He has not kept any promises.”

For a split second I see Pauline looking uncertain and then she straightens her shoulders. "It's very different with us," she says. "I'm not going to beg, nag or threaten. I'll just make Mark fall in love with me so much that he can't live another day without me. Then he naturally leaves his wife. Otherwise I'll just put a stop to it. I enjoy that he treats me like a princess now, but maybe I'll have enough of that myself soon."

She leans back, takes a sip of her coffee and gives me a triumphant look. I picture her sitting naked on top of my lover wearing only a pair of expensive boots. It hurts. A lot of pain. But I also know that I need her reference and the PR world is very small. So… should I keep smiling now or throw that coffee in her face in revenge?

© The Stringpoint Group

 

bron: de Telegraaf

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