An annoyed sigh escaped her lips. Ellenore Greengrass, the stunningly beautiful blonde billionaire heiress lay down on her leather couch watching the skyline of L.A from her penthouse apartment.
She was bored. Saturday night. 8 AM. The night was young, and she felt pretty miserable.
She could get any man she wanted. Any man would love to bed a future billionaire and get set for life. That’s why they couldn’t be trusted. At all. So she was alone, drinking a priceless 200 year old bottle of wine. Not drunk, but just a bit tipsy.
She fiddled with her car keys, throwing and catching them repeatedly while the distant lights slowly moved across the roads.
“Fuck.”
Ellenore straightened herself out. All her wealth couldn’t stop her from feeling alone tonight. In fact, she reconsidered, it was her wealth that made her keep any possible suitors far beyond an arm’s length.
Inevitably her thoughts drifted back to Markus. Short bursts of hatred clogged her mind for him breaking their perfect relationship because he thought it was boring, but she pushed those thoughts away. Hating him was something she’d done in the past but it was pointless.
Just as pointless as her evenings.
“Fuck it, I’ll call him.”
She reached for her phone and dialed the number she knew by heart. Waiting for it to go over and be picked up as Ellenore sat upright.
“Hello Markus. Do you have a moment to talk?”
“Ellenore?” He sounded somewhat surprised to hear her.
“Yeah, it’s me. I really, really don’t have anything to do tonight so I was wondering if we could just talk about things.”
She could hear an audible childish snicker escape Markus’s lips which threw her off completely. “Markus?”
“Yeah, Ellenore, it’s me.” In the background Ellenore could now make out the sound of sex with a rather…squeeky element to it. “Are you…are you banging a sex doll?”
“You can hear that? Yeah, yeah I am. But it’s actually Jeanne in a sex doll suit, was bored, wanted to mix it up.”
Ellenore frowned slightly. The…sexual insanity that regularly happened over at her ex’s mansion. While she remained disgusted by it, it had reached a state of morbid curiosity at the sheer madness of all of it.
“Aha, mmhm. Can you stop for a moment?”
Markus let out a disappointed huff before flat out saying “Nah.”
“You can’t be serious. I know you get enough action all the time and you can’t even take a moment to stop and listen to me for five minutes before I let you be?”
“Okay, Ellenore, I’m not Markus, and I’m not really going to pretend I really care.”
“Ah, more skin suit bullshit?”
“Yeah, I’m Andrea in a Markus suit, Markus dear had to leave for work mid-orgy due to something about interest rates. Whatever, I just took over for him.” Markus was talking, and it sure sounded like him, but Ellenore now made sense of his extremely discomforting behaviour.
“Want me to leave a message for the real Markus or something?”
Ellenore considered for a moment if she should just tell “him” to call her back when the real “him” was around before realizing that despite knowing her ex’s big secret for almost a year now, she hadn’t actually bothered talking to the women that replaced her at Markus’s side.
Maybe it was a good idea to get to know her.
“No, this is fine, Andrea, I just thought the two of us could talk.”
“Sure. Nnnghghhhh.” From the moans Ellenore could make out that her fake ex lover had finished. There was a bit of movement from the other side before the sounds of sex continued.
“….i thought you were done?”
“Not really there’s two more holes to fill up with my dick.” Ellenore awkwardly stared out her window as the sounds of intercourse continued.
“So…what is it that drew Markus to you?”
“I mean, didn’t he tell you? I tried to rob him, he locked me up, fucked me goood and forced me to wear several other escorts and whores and his secretary while he kept having sex with me. It was so romantic.”
Ellenore blankly stared ahead and pursed her lips.
“Aha.”
“So” Markus continued “Then I got to be his secretary for a while until he got RnD to start producing skinsuits of their own. I got some upgraded version of me, like the one you’re wearing, and married him mainly cuz he told me to.”
Ellenore touched her left breast…which used to be disfigured until Markus lent her one of these skinsuits to magically and instantly fix it. As she reached for it and tugged, it gave way unnaturally, stretching out. She had mostly blocked that out, and this brought her back to it. She just gently let go of the pressure and everything was right back to normal. It had become so normal that she had completely forgotten about it altogether.
“I see. Have you ever been Markus in public?”
“Nah, he doesn’t let me. And face it, Ellenore, I don’t really want to. Markus’s life is a bunch of boring real estate crap I couldn’t care for. I’m only him when we get to fuck around. Have you ever switched places with your lover and then had sex untill “Andrea” is left fast asleep covered in your cum? It’s amazing, you should try it with someone.”
Rather awkwardly, Ellenore muttered: “I’m alone.”
“Oh, do you want me to come over and fuck you? I know Markus said you’re off limits, but hey, we’re exes and stuff. Besides, I can keep Jeanne quiet.”
“Eh, No offense, Andrea, but you may be Markus, but you’re…not him.” Ellenore always had trouble vocalizing things when it came to the strange fetish dimension she occasionally glanced at.
“Is that a challenge, Ellenore? If I want to, I can be a one on one copy of Markus that walks in, sweeps you off your feet, does some romantic crap and then fucks you till you’re sore. Tell you what, the next time you meet Markus, you won’t even know who’s who until I’m dick-deep into your pussy. It’s a shame Markus doesn’t let me wear a skinsuit of you at all, or…hell, his sister. Never seen him that mad.”
Ellenore felt somewhat relieved to hear that there were at least some limitations to the insanity. And also, concern that she would be taken advantage of by a fake version of her ex.
“It’s not needed, Andrea, I trust you.”
“But if you ever need a hole filled, you can call me, Ellenore. If you’re lonely, I can have Markus drop by…or some other guy. We’ve got quite a male collection ready and willing to help you out with your loneliness.
“No…thank you. I think I need to go get something in the oven. Thank you for talking to me, Andra.”
There was another rush of moaning, and Ellenore hung up the phone. This…entire thing…this madness…it seemed to be…normal now. As in, the clearly insane things Markus and his wives were up to, it was, it was normal now.
And somewhere, deep down inside her, just below the morbid curiosity and astonished stares, there was a little bit of her that wanted to give it a shot.
Ellenore rolled around, reached for her keys, and resumed fidgeting, with a lot of thoughts on her mind
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