Sweet Revenge (Friday Flash #18)

This is my first time participating in F. Leonora Solomon's Friday Flash. It's been a while since I've written flash fiction. It's a great way to learn how to tighten your writing. Of course, back then, I only had one hundred words to work with. I like this roomy five-hundred word count limit. You can get in much more naughtiness!

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Ria ;)

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Sweet Revenge

By Ria Restrepo

Copyright ©2018. All rights reserved.

"What brings you here today?"

Standing at the wall of windows, I watched the Miami skyline light up in the emerging twilight, the last rays of sunlight defiantly painting the sky above Biscayne Bay.

"My boyfriend cheated on me."

The shrink's swanky corner office was in one of the city's most impressive high-rises.

"How does that make you feel?"

I sauntered towards his desk, my heels clicking on the floor. It was a neatly-arranged chrome and glass affair situated in the corner where the windows met.

"Hurt, sad, and really fucking pissed off."

I focused on the picture of him and a busty blonde with the Empire State Building in the background. He was very good-looking—tall, lean, salt and pepper hair, and warm brown eyes. A George Clooney doppelganger.

"That's a completely understandable reaction."

Facing him, I leaned against his desk, my short skirt sliding up to reveal the lacy tops of my thigh-highs. Wearing an expensive charcoal suit, he sat in a black leather armchair that was part of an inviting seating area in the middle of the room.

His gaze flicked to my legs, then returned to my face. "Let's address your anger first."

I pointed at the picture. "This your wife?"

His eyes lit up and he smiled broadly. "Yes."

"She doesn't mind you working late?"

"She often works late herself."

"Know why I'm so angry?"

"Why?"

"Because I'm an amazing girlfriend."

"I'm sure."

"Look at me." I ran my hands over my slim but curvy figure.

He cleared his throat. "Yes, you're very attractive."

"I'm not clingy but supportive, I don't mind him going to stripper clubs with his friends, I actually like football and porn, I'm almost always horny and available, I'm kinky as fuck, and I suck cock like a dream."

He shifted in his seat, uncrossing his legs. "Well…"

I retrieved my cellphone from my purse on the sofa next to him. "The dumbass accidentally sent me a pic of his come all over this slut's tits."

He looked at the screen I shoved in his face, then frowned and took it. "Wait, that's—"

"Your wife."

Kneeling between his legs, I quickly had him unzipped and his cock in my hand.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting even." I nodded at the phone. "Hit record."

Then he was in my mouth and I sucked him hard and deep like a pro.

"Christ!"

It wasn't long before he gripped my hair and I knew he was about to come.

Wrenching my mouth off him, I looked up. "Come on my face."

And he did, in thick heavy bursts.

"Fuck, you are good." He pressed a cloth into my hand.

"Did you get my come-covered face?"

"Yeah."

I wiped my face, then took the phone and sent the video to my boyfriend and his wife.

He grinned. "Same time next week?"

"Sure. Why not?"

As I left, I licked some lingering come from my mouth. It tasted like revenge, and just as sweet.