The Backhand

Anna starts every day the same: out of bed fifteen till seven a.m. and at the breakfast table in a robe with the morning paper and a cup of strong coffee by 7:10. She doesn't particularly enjoy reading the news, but being a law student at NYU, it's necessary to survive.

By 8:15 she's scooping up her keys, bag, and to-go coffee mug and hustling out of her front door into the crisp, New York daylight. The earbuds she secured into her ears pump WALLS by Kings of Leon from her phone and she makes the short walk from her apartment to her first class of the day.

Having navigated her way to her seat, Anna's phone lets loose a bing into her earbuds and she looks at the screen of her iPhone. KL reads the sender bar. Anna rolls her eyes but unlocks her phone and reads the message: I'M IN TOWN TOMORROW.

I KNOW. Anna replies and checks her watch. 8:50, ten minutes till class.

HOTEL SAME, SEATS SAME AT BOX OFFICE. 8:55

GOT IT. She responds at 8:59 and trading her phone for her legal pad in her oversized tote.

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Naomi, Anna's best friend, knocks on her door promptly at 5 o'clock the next night. "Come in," Anna hollers as she balances on one foot to slide a heel underneath the other one. "You look perfect, as always." Naomi smiles. Anna shrugs as she looks down at her stark white dress and slender black heels. "Sushi, yes?" Is all Anna says in return, not liking speaking of herself. "Mhmm," Naomi says as she takes in the latest report on NHL Network on Anna's TV. "You're sure screwing this guy isn't going to screw with your plan?"

"Yes."
"How so?"
"Like I've said before, he's married. He'd rather die than get a divorce and pay that prenup. His teammates knows he's screwing somebody but no names. You're the only person I've told, so bing bang, it's good." Anna shrugged again as she hooked a silver hoop into her left ear.

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They lost. Again. They had been on a losing streak for a while now, so Anna knew he would be especially ready for a release. She sipped her martini in the hotel bar, watching late night news on one screen and SNL on the other. Then she felt a warm palm press into the small of her back and the low, sultry, familiar voice purr into her ear "I'll have him send the tab to the room." A coy smile played across Anna's lips. She picked up her drink and walked towards the elevator bank, not looking behind her once.

Before she could press the up arrow his hand reached around her and pressed it. The gold elevator doors slid open and he ushered her in first.

They stood at opposite sides of the elevator, letting the tension wash over them.

Anna led the way to the room marked 558 and unlocked the door. The door hadn't even clicked shut behind them before she was pinned up against the wall. Soft, wet lips needily caressed Anna's neck and rough hands slid underneath her dress to cup her ass. "Kris," she breathed letting her body lean in to him. He shushed her before grabbing her hand and leading her to the king sized bed in the middle of the room. He removed her dress to reveal a gold bra and thong set and smiled.

"Bend over," he murmured as he started to undress himself. Anna obediently bent herself over the bed, presented her backside to Kris. His hand affectionately smacked it, then she felt a sharp bite go deep into her fatty flesh. Anna moaned in response. He chuckled, "Dammit, I missed you."

Notes

Part One