Mother's Obsession

The Art of Seduction and Drugs Pt. 2

Lisa Warden (P.O.V.)

Since I got the television set, I would try to keep its use to a minimum, mainly keeping the news or the weather on. The only other real prominent personal items were the pictures on my desk in the corner of Callum. My eyes fell to one of the pictures, looking at Callum’s smiling face, as if he was looking at me, giving me strength after a long and busy week. It was a picture I stole off of Colette’s i********:.

I rubbed my eyes and glanced at the clock. I really needed to start working on my presentation to swoon Callum, I spent so much time preparing to have him over and plotting what I would do once he gets here, I have not had much time to rest. I was exhausted. I had done a lot of traveling to acquire the drugs and well, the money to afford the drugs, I was worn out. I did not have enough time to get some rest because as soon as I had everything ready, I only had enough time to shower and prepare myself for Callum’s arrival.

It still felt surreal to have Callum so close to me. It felt like he was already in my grasp. With Callum, it was one of those love at first sight sort of things. When Colette had introduced us one day, clearly in the hopes of us getting along with each other, but to be honest, we had already met before one day when I had come back from shopping, and he was on his way to Colette’s; he helped me with my bags and that was the last I saw of him until Colette introduced us. That first time, seeing his long curly, shiny brown hair, his perfect smile, his lovely muscles...he looked like an angel. I know it sounded corny, but I fell in love with him right there and to be honest... we had started dating then in my head, way before Colette introduced us. She did not know that me and her boyfriend already knew each other and were dating in my head. I was always a pretty naughty girl, and exceedingly deceptive, so I was a bit excited to persuade Callum to leave Colette for me or at least allow me to become his fun little playtime when he away from Colette. Although, at times, I felt bad for betraying her because she had always been there for me, I had to admit there was a certain thrill at taking part in something so forbidden. Luckily, Colette eventually introduced us formally, thus giving me an excuse to see Callum regularly or whenever I wanted by visiting her.

He was the opposite of what you would expect from the boyfriend of a bore and a prude. He was the farthest thing from being the textbook good guy as he would often flirt with me. Whether it was innocent or not, it made me feel special. He was sweet, loving, friendly, and warm. He just had a great, charitable spirit, and he stayed away from the drama, preferring to avoid everything and anything that would require a fight. I loved it, and seeing him with my daughter, how he cared for her, and how crazy he was about her. It made me feel good about choosing him as my husband, the future father of my daughter.

Callum’s job had kept him away the majority of the time when I would be able to go over at Colette’s place so whenever I got the chance to see him and Colette was around, the most I would be able to do, is just have a light conversation with him by involving him in our conversations. I had been looking forward to some alone time with Callum for so long, then Colette told us to go out to the club together. It really swelled my heart to know that she trusted me so much when she really should not.

Knowing I had a few minutes before the drug would fully kick into Callum, I pulled my phone from the pocket of my shorts and pulled up some pictures of Callum that I had gotten off of Colette’s i********:. These pictures were especially special to me because I had photoshopped myself in every one of them. The editing was just so realistic, sometimes I would forget that the pictures were retouched, and it would make my heart skip a beat, then I would spend like ten minutes trying to remember when and where we took the pictures together. I know it sounds dorky and cheesy, but I could not get enough of just looking at him. Seeing someone so handsome, with such an infectious smile, and such an effervescent personality, and knowing that he would be mine to marry one day, filled my heart with love. I do not know what I did to be so lucky.

I was looking at a picture of us standing together outside of a nice older movie theatre downtown, my arm around him…of course it was really Colette’s arm, but I replaced her face with mine. His brilliant smile let me know that he would be as happy with me, maybe even happier when he finally free from her. I admired him again, his silky brown hair, and his muscular, taut runner's body. It reminded me of how proud I was that Callum had run multiple marathons, not just for personal accomplishment, but to raise awareness for various children's charities. He was such an amazing, impressive man, and I could not imagine myself loving anyone as much as I loved him.

For a moment, I was overtaken with an almost overwhelming obsession for this man I was about to get married to one day. I was again reminded of my current predicament and the plans I had for today, and as much as I loved staring at Callum’s beautiful body and his gorgeous smile, this whole process, at this moment, it needs to be over with. I could not wait to be wrapped up in Callum’s arms again, to just be around him all of the time.

A sudden loud groan caused me to jump. I pocketed my phone and looked at Callum who was currently trying his best to get off the bed, but the drugs in his system would not let him.

"Hey Callum honey, you know you would not be able to move no matter how much you try. The drugs I gave to you should be in your bloodstream by now and it should be doing its thing. Do not worry, if you feel the overwhelming urge to c*m, that will only be the effects of the drug. I am going to prove to you just how much I deserve to your girlfriend and why you should leave Colette. Baby or not.” I explained to him as I smiled at him sweetly.

“You will regret this, and I will make sure you end up behind bars where you belong.” Callum spat.

“Aww, my poor baby. I think you are experiencing some delusion. I will help you with that in a bit.”

“Go to hell Lisa.”

“Only if you are coming with me babe.”

“Do not call me that!”

"Hey, no need for the tantrum. I will take very good care of you. How about we do some role playing? Will you enjoy that? I will pretend to be interviewing for a job and you will be the boss. We could pretend that you do not like me, and I would pretend that I would do just about anything to get the job. Despite the fact that you are pretend married. Now does that sound fun or what?”

I exited the room and entered my walk in closet to change into a sexy outfit. I was currently in gym attire, and I do not think it is working for Callum, so I need to spice it up a little bit.

Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)

I watched as Lisa walked away excitedly. As soon as she was out of sight, I tried my hardest to regain control of my body. To no avail I felt like I had forgotten how to move my limbs. I laid on the bed hopelessly. The most I could move at this point was my head as I looked around the room for a phone or anything of the sort.

“Hey, sss-ssii” I dragged out as I attempted to activate Siri on my phone to call Colette or the police, but I could not. My tongue felt as heavy as my eyes did.

I feel drowsy, I wanted to fall asleep, but I was fighting it so much.

Eventually, Lisa skipped back into the room. This time, she wore an entirely different outfit. She certainly looked the part of an executive assistant. Despite the fact that she clearly deranged, psychotic, obsessed and outright manipulative, it was clear she was taking this roleplaying thing seriously, which I was impressed with and also a bit scared. She was dressed to the nines, made-up and styled, without overdoing it. I had to admit, despite everything that is going on, I could not help but be struck by how stunning she truly was.

What am I thinking? Am I crazy? It must be the drugs.

She approached the bed slowly, I guess she is getting into character. She stuck her hand out and grabbed mine, as I could not voluntarily move my limbs. She shook my hand as if we were meeting for the first time. As I shook her hand, she smiled at me, showcasing her full, glossy lips. Her eyes met mine, and her striking eyes and dark eyeliner held my gaze for a moment too long. She dropped my hand from hers and walked towards the chair across from the bed.

Lisa’s outfit seemed perfectly fitted to her, a nice looking business suit. The slim jacket was fitted well to her upper half, and her knee-length black skirt clung to her legs and rear. She had on black stockings and high-heels, all in black, professional, but attractive.

Lisa slid a leather portfolio down onto the heavy wooden side table beside the bed, and as she did, I noticed the silky, white blouse under her jacket, a few buttons near the top undone, not to an indecent level, mind you, but enough to show off the glowing, smooth skin of her upper chest, and she wore a small, dangling necklace, the bauble on the front nestled in the hint of smooth cleavage left exposed by the slightly unbuttoned blouse. Although the blouse looked expensive and professional, it was clear from the color contrast that she was wearing a red, lace bra beneath the silky white top.

I did not leer at her or anything like that, I just noted it, as I would with any other female that is standing in front of me because one of the big things about what is going on right now, is reading Lisa’s body language in an attempt to predict what she is thinking and what she is about to do. It tells you a lot and her look was telling me that while she was trying to come across as professional, she was not afraid to use her obvious appeal to her advantage.

As she moved to the chair, I watched her eyes scan the room, gaining a sense of where everything was. Her eyes hung on the couch along the far wall for a few moments before she took her seat, sitting down in one of the two chairs across from me; her perfectly styled brown hair shimmering on her shoulders as she did so. She unbuttoned her suit-jacket as she sat, sitting up straight, pushing out her chest ever so slightly.

She had large breasts and she knew it. Very, very large breasts, a size you would not often see around this neighborhood. Among the neighborhood’s male population, her boobs were a common source of conversation, the uninitiated seeking out those who had seen them in the flesh, seeking out the juicy details. I never participated in that kind of rumor mongering, and people knew that, as that kind of conversation tended to cease whenever I was around but, I was a man and it was not like I had not noticed her impressive bust size and they were great breasts, for sure, but I guess I just was not the type of guy to go gaga over a pair of breasts. I could appreciate them, but that was not going to sway my feelings on her either way, no matter how much flesh she showed off.

It was a little unsettling to dress provocatively around this neighborhood, as she tended to do, but I was not about to tell anyone how they should present themselves. I was not going to tell anyone to cover up or lecture them on how they should live their lives. Lisa showing off a hint of cleavage did not matter to me. It was not going to help me make up my mind either way. It would take a lot more than a large pair of breasts to make me leave Colette and my unborn child.

According to neighborhood gossip, Lisa had been reprimanded about not adhering to the dress code concerns of her fellow neighbors who were all wives to men who could not help but keep their comments to themselves, so it was clear she knew how to use her body's assets to her advantage and was willing to push the limits whenever she had the opportunity. Her top was by no means indecent, but it hugged her slim frame, and it struggled to contain her excessively large boobs. The top few buttons that she actually had buttoned were being tested by the two large mounds stuffed inside.

As I said before, it was important for me to note how she presented herself and now that I had given her the once over, I promised not to acknowledge that aspect of this process again. I did not want to give her the impression I was leering at her, and I did not want to let myself be tricked and let my current predicament get the better of me.   

"So, how was Italy?" Lisa asked in a tone more genial than I had ever heard from her before.

I, of course, did not respond to her as I did not want to play into her sick fantasy.

"Oh, it was good. I got the account, which was really tough, but I finally got them into the fold. The country itself was incredible and the architecture there...amazing." Lisa said again, as if pretending to be me, responding to her question.

This b*tch was really having a conversation by herself.

"I think I heard you will be going to Brazil soon?" She asked, looking at me like we were really having a conversation.

This is scary.

"Uh, yeah, looks like it." She said to herself again but loud enough for me to hear her.

"Well...maybe I will be with you by the time you go there," she said with a smile, opening up her portfolio, that she placed on the side table and retrieving her professional looking resume and cover letter, sliding it over to me.

“Okay this is no fun if I am just going to read the dialogue alone. I know you may not want to improvise so I provided a script for you. Read it, or else bad things will happen if I get sad.”

She placed the script strategically on me so that I could read the lines without having to hold the paper myself.

"Yeah, maybe." I read with an even smile

"So... you ready?" I read again with a forced smile as instructed on the piece of paper in front of me.

"I was born ready." she replied confidently.

I could appreciate that confidence.

"I like to keep these interviews pretty conversational, you know, as opposed to me asking you questions and you answering. That kind of boilerplate structure feels too stuffy to me, you know what I mean?"

As I continued to read, I could feel my tongue becoming heavier and heavier but each time I stopped reading, Lisa would give me a warning look.

"Right," she replied, "But I am way ahead of you on this one."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I actually made a little presentation on why you should hire me," she said with a smile, pulling out a USB stick from her portfolio.

"Do you mind?" she asked, gesturing at a laptop hooked up to a projector.

"Oh, sure." I said, not really caring about where this is going. I must give her props for dedication though. She was really going through with this whole roleplay thing.

Lisa stood up from her seat, running her hands down her hips to smooth out her tight skirt over her rear.

"Do not seem so surprised Callum," she began with a laugh, stepping towards the projector, "I do not know if you have heard, but I have a bit of reputation." I held my breath, wondering what she was about to say, "I am a very good interview," she said with a knowing smile, as if in on the joke.

"Right." I said in a dull tone.

She tapped away at the laptop for a few moments before the front page of her presentation projected onto the wall.

"There we go." she said to herself. 

She slid off her jacket and set it on the back of her chair, exposing her smooth, bare arms, clad only in the short sleeves of her top. With the slight bulkiness of her jacket removed, her large breasts were even more noticeable, standing out proudly from her chest. I quickly looked away, hoping that she did not notice. Lisa dimmed the lights slightly with a remote to make the image on the wall clearer. She took a deep breath, stood next to the projection, and turned to me.

"So, before I begin, I want to make a deal with you." she started.

"Sure, what is it?" I asked, genuinely curious as to where this script is going.

"The case I am about to make is very unorthodox," she began.

"All I ask is that you agree to hear me through, because I think I can make the case as to why I am the absolute best woman for you to leave Colette for…sorry, I meant, best woman for the job. You might not agree with me at the beginning, but if you hear me out, I think I can change your mind."

"Deal." I replied warmly, willing to give her a chance.

In the back of my mind, I sort of figured out where this is going. I felt like she was going to use the presentation to show me why I should leave Colette for her. Her little mistake also indicated that. I was truly intrigued now. 

"I am going to hold you to that," she said with a slight smile and a pointed look.

She tapped a button on the projector remote to begin the presentation. The first page of the presentation was very familiar. They were words I knew well.

‘What Callum looks for in a woman’

1)Know yourself before I meet you.

2)Do your research!

3)Control your image, change the conversation to emphasize your strengths

4)Set yourself apart.

5)Cliché's make my eyes glaze over.

6)Do not be afraid to blow me away.

7)Think outside the box.

8)Know when to ignore this list.

"Now, I am sure I am not the first person to base their interview around your list of tips," she began, gesturing to the list projected on the wall, my list of eight tips to get me.

"And, I have to admit, as badly as some men shove these tips down our throats, there are some pretty good ones here and to prepare for this, I have to confess even I studied them," she said with a laugh, every gesture she made causing her breasts to bounce ever so slightly.

'Stop it, Callum,' I warned myself. 

"Now, I did not want to just recite them and answer them one by one. I wanted to put my personal spin on them. It took a while, but I think I figured it out."

"To summarize, I know myself very well. I have done a hell of a lot of research. I know my image and how to use it. I know my strengths and how to set myself apart. I hate clichés, and I am very good at rocking people's words and trust me, this presentation is going to be so far outside the box, so far away from what this list was designed for, that you will not know how you did not see this coming."

"Bring it on." I read from the script but internally, I was quite impressed by all of this.

Colette and I never roleplayed before. She always thought the gimmick was cringe worthy and vowed to never try it because she was just not the type of person. I hate to admit this, but Lisa was making me a bit excited. The more we dove into the interview scene, the more I pictured myself being a boss who was actually interviewing Lisa.

"I think the biggest thing here for me is knowing myself and changing the conversation," Lisa resumed.

"I have looked at the other candidates (Colette) and compared them to myself, and quite honestly, in any appreciable way, they have got me beat. They all have the experience, the education, the training, the sparkling reputation... and I do not. I get that. I know my place, my role, and how I got here so if you are just going off of a resume, I will probably lose."

"Okay." I said, curious as to where she was going with this, surprised at her still confident tone while acknowledging her own weaknesses.

"But what I am going to do here is to convince you to ignore the resume. I am going to convince you to ignore the degrees and the experience and all of that bullsh*t, because none of it really matters anyway." she said, looking right at me with a serious expression.

I gave her a quizzical look.

"And how do you intend to do that?" I asked.

"Simple... I change the conversation." she took a deep breath before advancing.

"If you want to hire an assistant (have a girlfriend), the perfect little worker bee, you can choose one of them (Colette)," she said, pointing out the door.

"But you are not going to be hiring an assistant, Callum," she said, looking at me with a knowing smirk.

"What am I going to be hiring, then?" I asked, interested.

"You are hiring not what you ask for but what you need. What you have always needed, what any man of your stature needs. Like I said, you are not going to hiring an assistant (ideal girlfriend)," she paused and stepped closer, leaning over the edge of the bed, looking right at me, before speaking her next words slowly and clearly.

"What you need is a slut."

I felt like the room became even more silent and tense than before. My throat went dry, and my heartbeat went rapid. I looked at her, not sure if she was serious, but she looked down at me with a twinkle in her eye. She licked her lips, and as her large breasts hung down over the desk, deliberately being showcased, her deep cleavage evident.

Was she really doing this? Was she actually, brazenly offering...I think she was! I was shocked and completely taken off-guard.

Finally, I found words.

"Is this a joke, Lisa?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Are you serious?" I read.

"Deadly serious," she replied, standing up straight, and walking back towards the projection, shaking her butt at me, each of the round full cheeks jiggling with every step.  

"Lisa... this is really inappropriate!" I began.

"If this is some sort of bad joke, I can understand, but if this is serious... you are not going to keep your job here." I read again from the script.

I cannot lie right now; Lisa did have a talent in the screenplay writing industry. This was all so brilliantly scripted. I felt impressed.

"I am taking your advice. I am changing the conversation. If you are hiring a totally professional, qualified executive assistant does not favor me, why not change the conversation?" she said, holding her arms out, shaking her boobs slightly.

"Just hear me out, and I will convince you that what you need more than an assistant; more than a wife, is a dirty f*cking w***e," she asserted.

"Lisa... you cannot do this. Do I need to call security?" I read.

"Callum, you agreed to hear me out, no matter what," she began, her genial attitude gone.

"Well, when we made that deal, I thought you planned to be somewhat reasonable." I replied.

"I am not going to force anything on you. I made a presentation! That is it! And all I am doing is using logic and reason. If, by the end, you still feel this strongly, I will walk away but I think I can change your mind, and if I do, I will certainly blow your mind. I will make you realize how important it is to have a slut working by your side. Callum, I just want to make it clear, by the end of this, we WILL be having s*x. You will have me bent over this big, soft bed and be drilling my hot a*s till I f*cking scream!"

I was completely dumbstruck. By now, the script was long forgotten about. We both knew what she was referring to – making me leave Colette to be with her. This was literally a presentation on why I should be with her instead of Colette. I had been in some of the toughest situations in the world, but I had never been this caught off guard, ever. I was not prepared for this. I did not know what to do.

"Lisa, I stood up for you. I gave you a chance here, and this is what you do?" I asked, pleading for her to reconsider.

"Well, I am a slut." Lisa said, shrugging, causing her boobs to bounce.

"This is what sluts do and deep down, I think you wanted this too. Deep down, you knew it would come to this. You have been desperate to find a reason for us to start hooking up, and now you have it."

"No, I..." I began, shaking my head.

I began counting off on my fingers.

"I am your friend’s boyfriend, who is currently married; who has been nothing but nice and charitable toward you…need I go on?”

By now I was more coherent, and I could not wait for Lisa to exit the room again so I can try to reach out to someone for help.

"At least let me finish." Lisa pleaded.

"What's the worst that can happen? I mean, if you are right, if I do not have a chance, then you just have a story to tell your friends, about how that dirty w***e drugged you and made a move on you. I mean, you are not actually worried that I am right... right?" she asked with a knowing glance.

I laid on the bed in deep thought, not knowing what to do.

"I mean, this is certainly outside the box, right?" she asked with a laugh. "Just give me a shot?

This was so wrong and so inappropriate for so many reasons. Like I said, I am a taken man, very happily taken. Plus, I am about to be a father, and I am never the type to do anything like this. She was barking up the wrong tree here, for sure. I do not know why she thought this would actually work but, part of me was curious of what her plan actually was. What could she say to logically convince me to leave Colette for her? What could she possibly say to change my mind? It was so ridiculous that I was morbidly curious. I know I should just cuss her out, but I abhorred conflict, and despite what she was pulling here, I did not want to be the one to destroy her image for life. So, despite my better judgment, if she agreed to just walk away when this was all said and done, then just maybe I could just hear out her ridiculous argument and then be done with her.

"And you will let me leave when you are done?" I asked.

"Agreed." she said, smiling wickedly, thinking in her mind, that she actually had an opportunity.

"I cannot believe I am doing this. But fine. Fine!" I relented.

"Give me your worst. I will hear you out, but when you are done, you are done here. If you walk away now, we can just forget this but if you go through with this, you will disappear from mine and Colette’s life for good. I do not want to hear of you, you cannot call, you cannot visit and most certainly you cannot speak of what happened between us last night."   

"Deal," she agreed, eyes flashing, clearly feeling no fear. She clicked the button to advance the presentation. Lisa then continued the presentation.