Poor Virginia Part 3 the finale

Despite finding the strength to threaten Michael, Virginia still feared him.  She feared him enough to stay up all night in case he decided to get revenge.

But staying awake did give her time to plan how she’d make money on her own. She emailed photographers she worked with in the past to see if they wanted to work with her again. She emailed the company she worked for at the trade show asking them to keep her in mind for future shows.  And she started looking for a day job.  She knew she couldn’t support herself on modeling gigs alone.

It’d been too long since she worked steadily.  So long since she was able to support herself.  She’d been on her own she was 15 and she’d allowed a man to take away her independence.  It was time to get it back.

Michael didn’t wake up until 11. By this time, Virginia was functioning on a pot of coffee and adrenaline.

Michael insulted her immediately.  “You think you can get by without me?  Look at where you were when you met me. No job.  No money.  I gave you a modeling career.”

Anger quashed fear and she lost all inhibition. “I’ve been on my own since I was 15 years old!  I think I can manage without your stupid ass.”  She screamed, “Now get your shit and get out before I call the goddamn cops!”

He looked at her with shocked indignation.

“Listen to yourself.  You’re acting like a psycho bitch.”

Virginia was too angry to be stopped by anything he said.  He only added fuel to her fire. She moved quickly to the bedroom, took his gym bag from the closet, and began filling it with his clothes.

Michael followed her.  “You can’t just kick me out.  I have rights.”

“Yes I can and no you don’t.”

He knew she was right. He changed tactics.  His tone softened.  “How can you do this to us?”

“Give me a break.”

She handed him his bag.  “This will get you by for a couple of days.  I’ll pack up the rest of your shit and call you later to come pick it up. It shouldn’t take long.  You don’t own shit.”

“This doesn’t sound like you. I’ve never heard you talk like this before.”

“The survivor in me woke the fuck up.”

He took his bag, walked out and slammed the door.

She called Robert, “Do you know how to change a lock?”


Within a couple of hours, Robert arrived to change the locks.  He greeted her with a hug.

“Hey beautiful.  I’m glad you were serious when you said you’d break up with him.”

“I should thank you.  You gave me the motivation to finally leave.  I was always thinking that I’d have to save up money to leave.  I hadn’t considered that it was only my name on the lease and all I had to do was kick him out.”

“Sometimes you just need someone else’s point of view on a situation.”

“Yeah and I was so isolated.”

“Well it’s over now and I’m here to change your locks. I even bought champagne to celebrate.”

He opened the bottle and began changing the locks.  She admired him as he did.

She joked, “You’re my knight in shining armor.”

He laughed, “I do what I can.”

Her mind was a little fuzzy from the champagne and she was feeling brave.  She walked up behind him and played with his hair.  Ran her fingers down the back of his neck.

“You’re going to make it so I can’t finish the job.”

“The job can wait.”

He turned around and smiled up at her.  Her heart melted.

He stood and kissed her gently.  She returned the kiss his passionately.

He stopped and looked into her eyes. She got lost in their sea of blue.  He brushed her dark curls out of her eyes and kissed her again, this time returning her passion.

She moaned against his lips.  He stopped kissing her long enough to take off his shirt.  Then he picked her up and carried her to the couch.

She helped him take off her shirt and shorts.  He admired her for a moment as she laid on the couch in her bra and panties, making her a little self-conscious.

But her self-consciousness didn’t last for long.  He dropped to his knees and kissed her again with raw desire, triggering a need within her that overshadowed any embarrassment she felt.

She sat up and took off her bra.  She helped him take off her panties.  He got on the couch, laid on top of her and kissed her again.  Then he kissed her neck.  He slowly kissed his way to her breasts, kissing one nipple then the other.  He cupped her breasts as he kissed his way down her stomach.  Then kissing along her pelvic bone.

Finally he reached her clit.  He took it in his mouth suckling it.  He lifted the hood of it with his tongue.  She could say nothing, do nothing, lost in pleasure.  Her breaths shallow, high-pitched, and steadily shorter.   She gripped his hair in her hands.

When she came, it was an intense, hard, pulsing orgasm.  But he didn’t let up.  He began fingering her until she came again.

Then he stood, looking down on her longing as he took off his pants, then his boxers.  He spread her legs and laid on top of her.  She gasped when he entered her.  Wrapped her legs around his back.  Tilted her head back, enjoying each thrust until he came and collapsed on top of her.

She felt his hot breath on her neck.    She laughed, enjoying her post-orgasmic bliss, and said, “Freedom is good.”

She had her prince but she was going to do it on her own this time.  She’d never become dependent on a man again.


  1. Sometimes we do need the support of someone,, to do something we know should have been done age ago, lovely series and ending….

  2. Another great read.
    And I love the new website layout…and your new photo too.

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