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Part 1: The Problem

I was between jobs a while back and went to visit my friend Heather for a little while. Though we had been fairly close in college, we had drifted apart recently and I missed her. We had both been cheerleaders at Florida State, but truthfully, I had been much wilder and spent most of my time with the wild crowd while Heather had been much more serious about her studies, and her cheerleading for that matter. I knew that she had taken a job as a high school teacher and cheer coach, but that was really all I knew about her current life. She had always struck me as the type who would want the stereotypical American dream, a nice home in the suburbs, two children and a loving husband.

After arriving at her apartment in Chicago I made a few observations. One, Heather was still stunning. She was only 28 years old, and she was as fit and beautiful as she had been in college. I was certain that she could easily still wear her cheerleader uniform from school. She had long blonde hair and perfect C cup boobs. When I commented, she returned the compliment and we discussed briefly our current exercise regimens.

After a few glasses of wine, I finally got the nerve to ask about her relationship status, and she seemed to tense up. Slowly at first, she began to discuss that there was no one in her life, but she soon started to cry a little bit and a long story followed about what had happened.

It seems that she had been dating a fellow teacher in her high school, Greg. Heather, as her style, had been taking things slowly. (She was always terribly afraid of looking like a slut and so she dressed and acted very prim and proper; it was probably a good bet that guys, upon first meeting her, had no idea the bombshell that awaited the patient ones just underneath her layers of clothing and pulled up hair) Anyway, Greg had just recently come into an inheritance and had to go away for a few days to his hometown to finalize all of the legal issues. The day that he was leaving, Heather had a student conference after school and following that had headed down to his office to say goodbye. Upon entering the office, she found Greg, looking disheveled, struggling to quickly tuck his shirt in, and she also noticed that he had a large stain on the front of his pants. She went on to explain that she would have been okay if he had just been masturbating; hell, all guys do that, but that there was a distinctive smell of perfume in the area and even a bra on his desk, so she knew that he had been with another woman.

"What did you do?" I asked.

"Well, I ended it, of course," she replied. "I don't want a man like that. I just thought he was perfect. I guess I'm just a fool."

"Heather, of course you're not a fool," I countered, "Did you ever find out what happened?"

"Yes, he called several times, but his story doesn't make much sense," she answered.

"Go on," I said.

"Greg told me that he had gone to his office to pick up some tests that he was going to take with him for his trip when the Spanish teacher, Gloria, entered his office. He looked up and smiled at her as Gloria asked if she could do anything for him while he was gone. When he replied that he was fine, she smiled and pushed his door closed and locked the door. She said to just give her a minute that she had something for him now. Greg told me that he was stunned and didn't know how to react as Gloria quickly unbuttoned her blouse and crossed the short distance to him. Greg said that he tried to object but that she shushed him so he sat still as she playfully dropped her blouse and bra on his desk. She then moved into his lap and began slowly stroking his cock while whispering to him that she knew he needed to relax and that this would help. He claims that anytime he tried to speak she just playfully told him that he needed this and to enjoy it. In practically no time, Gloria had unzipped his pants and was pleasuring his cock. She even pulled a small bottle of baby oil out of her purse and poured it on her hands and his cock as she stroked him. As soon as he exploded, she smiled at him, kissed him and told him that, should he ever decide he wanted anything else, she was always available to him. Then, she put her blouse on and scampered away just before I walked in to say goodbye."

"Leaving her bra?" I clarified.

"Well, obviously," Heather answered.

"Had they ever been involved before?" I asked.

"No, that's the weird part; Greg say he barely knew her; why?" she asked me.

"And now they are together?" I guessed.

"Of course, that's how my life goes; I have to see them every day; she never seems to leave him alone." She confirmed my guess.

"Heather, did you love Greg? Did you want a life with him?" I asked.

"Yes, of course, I thought that he was getting close to proposing." She answered.

"Well, then, you need to get him back." I stated.

"What?" she exclaimed. "Did you not hear my story? You heard what he did!"

"Heather, honey, he did nothing that any other guy wouldn't do. He was set up, just as poker oyna you were, I might add."

"What are you talking about, Brittany?" she asked me.

"Heather, please tell me that you don't really think that this just happened. Gloria is an opportunist and planned this out." I said.

"I don't understand." She said.

"How did Gloria know that he was leaving town?" I responded with a question.

"Well, he announced it that afternoon at the faculty meeting..."

"And he mentioned the inheritance." I interrupted.

"Well, yes," Heather confirmed.

"See, Heather," I continued, "It is obvious what happened; now I don't know Gloria's background, but I don't really need to; she is, for some reason, looking for a man, and the pieces just fell into place where she could steal yours. She has probably seen you two around, or at least heard talk of you two, and she was jealous. When she learned of the inheritance, well, it was just too much of an opportunity to pass up. She went to his office, seduced him and left behind things so that you would 'catch' him."

"And then I showed up and..."

I interrupted again, "Did exactly what she thought you would do. You basically dumped Greg while he was still in shock over what had happened. He had no idea what to do or say or anything. From that point, it doesn't take a genius to see what happened. Gloria made herself as available as possible and consoled him, probably practically declaring herself his new girlfriend before he even realized what happened."

"And now I'm back to square one trying to find a husband," Heather stated.

"Not at all," I responded, "You already found him; you just told me that you loved him. You just need to get him back."

"What? After he..." she tried to say.

"Acted like a man?" I finished. "Heather this is a great position to be in. You have learned a few useful things about him."

She looked quizzically at me so I continued, "First, he's at least a bit of a sub. That can be very useful throughout your life, and as part of that he will be happy letting you take control whenever you want throughout your marriage."

"But, I don't know if that's what I want," she answered.

"Sure it is, Heather, even if you decide not to ever act on it," I explained. "You'll feel nice and empowered knowing that you can, if you choose, end every argument, make every decision that you want, etc. If you want to let him make decisions, fine, let him."

"You get all that from Gloria's actions?" she asked.

"Enough to know what's up," I answered. "It would take some time and, well, 'training' is a good word to get him to that point, but the tendencies are there within him if you want to push it, though he might not even know it himself."

"But what can I do? He's with Gloria now." Heather asked me.

"That's easy; get him back." I answered. "The doctor that I'm going to marry is engaged to someone else right now. You just need to take charge and lead Greg where he wants to be lead."

"But how?" she asked.

"Let's talk about that," I said as I smiled at Heather. Part 2: The Plan

Seeing as how it was October, we decided that a hastily planned Halloween Party would be the easiest way to get everyone involved together in the same location. We had a limited budget so we couldn't really spend a lot on a party. We drove around and found an old mansion that would be perfect and stopped in to see about reserving it for the evening. We were met by a gentleman in his early 40's who showed us around the place. It was a huge place, with many rooms and hallways. There were even a few bedrooms, as the place had once been a bed