This choice: Charles, ambitious 20-something • Go Back...Chapter #33Charles, ambitious 20-something by: Mr. George   Greg felt the ambition oozing off Charles, at the party. The lust and frustration were there too. Sliding easily through the crowd, it seemed to part to allow him to pass.
Getting Charles to open up about his goals and ambitions was simple. Charles and his plans was his favourite subject for conversation. Gregg nodded and agreed with everything that Charles said, even the things that contradicted what he'd said moments before.
As he started to run out of steam, Gregg took the opportunity to repeat and rephrase Charles' wishes.
"You want to live in a mansion."
"A multi-million dollar one." Charles added.
"To not have to work."
"Well, not at a routine job. I've earned my way to the top, and can relax." He clarified again.
"And a host of servants to wait on your every whim."
"Yeah... whim. I like that." Charles agreed, "I can be a role model for their aspirations."
Gregg reached out a hand, "Let's agree how we both want it to happen."
As Charles gave Gregg a firm handshake, he was already looking for the next person to talk to...
The next moment, Charles felt dizzy, needing to sit down. He collapsed into the nearest chair. As Gregg watched, Charles was absorbed into his fantasy. The sunlounger creaking beneath his weight, the blinding Sun overhead, ensuring he kept his eyes closed, as Gregg shifted the world to align with Charles' fantasies.
"Señora." The voice broke through Charli's haze, as he heard Juanita address her. "Damn dago." he thought to himself. Why couldn't she speak English properly.
Shielding her eyes against the glare, he looked over to see his maid. Alas, he had to take a long look down the length of his body... or rather her body. She was clad in a bikini, and lazing by the pool.
Charli was born in that moment. A bigoted young woman, who hated those beneath her... and maybe herself a little. Or rather her origins.
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Charli
Gregg chuckled to himself, taking in the gorgeous woman. Who knew that such a voluptuous woman lay beneath Charles' dull male body.
She truly had everything, he desired.
She lived in a mansion.✔
She had a non-routine job, as a trophy wife. ✔
Servants to wait on her every whim. ✔
Charli was truly a role model. ✔
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As she panicked, she was stunned to silence. Gregg whispered into her mind, that she had her ideal life. As memories of being Charles slipped away, she settled back into her lounger. Reaching up, she took the cocktail from Juanita's outstretched hand.
Gregg made sure that while Charli was oblivious to the existence of Charles, that he was a helpless passenger behind her eyes. Unable to block out anything, or everything that she had to do to keep her place as first trophy wife. She turned a blind eye to her husband's affairs, as long as she was his wife. Timid and repressed, she craved his attention, fought to stay fit, trim and appealing.
Gregg allowed thoughts of Charles to intrude only in her sleep. Where a memory of uttering those wishes repeated, in a mocking litany. Only to be banished, as Charli woke to face another day as an insecure, and very busty ornament to decorate her husband's arm.  |
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