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Amorous Goods: Decisionmaker & Dirty Duchess

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Amorous Goods: The Decision Maker
Young man at a
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Prologue:

A

lifelong collector of goods and objects from far and wide has passed and left
the entire collection and the business built around them to the only remaining
relative, a niece on a career path of her own. Vikki has taken on the task of
administering the estate and liquidating the business and collection. However,
she has come to find out that many of the goods have been cursed or enchanted
with amorous powers that affect those who encounter them. This 18 part series
is devoted to many of the stories of those encounters with objects found at Amorous Goods.

Decisions.

Tom

liked to go for long walks when he was making a difficult decision. Right now
he had been walking for two hours with no end in sight.

His

girlfriend, Dorothy, had practically given him an ultimatum. He needed to
propose soon or she was going to move on. While it was true that they had been
dating for nearly a year, Tom was not convinced that she was a good fit.
Dorothy was without a doubt a responsible driven woman, who would go far in the
world. She was an executive assistant for one of the partners in the accounting
firm where he worked. She always dressed sharp and was very attractive.

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She

was 5'7" and 24 years old, whereas Tom was 5'10" and 26. They met at
work and started dating. Not exclusively at first, but for the last six months
they had been monogamous. She wouldn't agree to sex until he agreed to stop
seeing anyone else, which wasn't an unreasonable request. The sex was good, but
not the best he'd ever had. Dorothy not only seemed reserved, she was distant
during sex. Perhaps she'd had better sex before and was feeling the same
disconnect he was. More likely, she just didn't like sex and was going through
the motions to satisfy him. Of course, he just couldn't know.

He

wondered if he was willing to spend the rest of his life with a mediocre sex
life. On the other hand, she was driven and organized. She kept his apartment
clean and organized, while doing the same for her own. She spent the night at
his apartment most days of the week, while he stayed at hers during the
weekends. She managed to give him some good advice on how to get ahead at the
company, and was helping him with the process of establishing his own financial
consulting firm. He had no doubt that with her as his wife he would become a
very successful business owner.

But

deep down Tom missed his old girlfriend, Samantha. Sammi
was a real party girl who loved to fuck. There was nothing reserved or distant
about Sammi in the sack. The two had met while he was
in college. She had been a psychology major, and it was true what they said.
Most psychology majors were trying to figure out what was wrong with them. Sammi had self-esteem issues, commitment issues, trust
issues just to start. She had more issues than The New York Times.

Tom

dated her for three years, but Sammi could never be
completely faithful. She never cheated on him, because she never promised him
to be monogamous. Every time he wanted to be her only one, she told him upfront
that it wasn't going to happen. She gave him the option to stay on her terms,
or leave. He left a few times, but would inevitably end up back with her.

She

liked him and he liked her, but she just kept allowing herself to be seduced by
smooth operators. She sought validation through sex, and Tom couldn't provide
enough. He tried to get her to settle for threesomes with the two of them and
some other partner, but she would eventually break whatever rules he tried to
enforce.

If

Tom could have been satisfied with a relationship minus the monogamy, he would
have been happy with Sammi, but that was a deal
breaker. Sammi was a fun girlfriend, but would not be
a wife for him. On the other hand, he could have Dorothy with all the monogamy
he wanted, but none of the passion. His biggest concern was that he might marry
Dorothy and cheat on her with Sammi. Could he marry
Dorothy and risk turning into the sort of person who might cheat? Would he be
able to settle for a lifetime of missionary position with a starfish after
having sex in twenty different positions over the course of a week with Sammi?

And

so Tom kept walking. He had started from Dorothy's apartment, ostensibly to
clear his head with the intention of arriving at his own apartment. He left the
familiar confines of the financial district long ago, and now he was in the
eclectic neighbor of used book stores and antique shops. He was lost in his
thoughts, when he pulled up short realizing he had no idea where he was. He
pulled up his cellular phone to look at a map, only to find that his phone was
out of power. He looked around him, hoping to find a familiar landmark or
welcoming store front.

Across

the street was a store named Amorous Goods. The seemed more welcoming the South
Asian Herb market he was walking past. He looked in the window at some of the
objects in the window on display. It reminded him of some of the sex shops that
he and Sammi has visited, though this shop has a more
refined air to it. He walked in the door and a bell sounded somewhere.

Tom

wasn't really shopping as much as he was looking for a shop keeper who could
give him directions back to civilization, but he felt an obligation to look
over the display merchandise. A voice from somewhere in back of the store
called out "Just a minute." Tom looked around at the various objects
on the shelves. He recognized the Ben Wa balls,
though these seemed to have a malicious shine to them. He saw a strap-on dildo
that was emitting a low rumbling hum that he was afraid to touch.

On

another shelf he saw a small clear box that held what looked like a Magic
8-Ball. The box was labeled as The Decision Maker. Just like one of those
classic children's toys, it had a little window that displayed a small message
inside. The current message said "Definitely, Yes". Tom began to
reach for it, when a woman came down the aisle. "Hello, I'm Vikki. Can I
help you find something?"

"Yes.

Thank you. I'm looking for directions. I'm a little lost. I took myself for a
walk and now I need to get back to Crenshaw Street."

"Oh.

That's over a mile away. Do you want me to call a cab for you?" Vikki
asked.

"No.

I'm happy to walk, just tell me which direction to head and I'll be fine."
Tom assured her.

"Well,"

Vikki began, "you'll want to turn right out of the store and go three blocks.
That will take you to Jefferson Avenue. Turn left and in about a mile and a
half, you should be in familiar territory."

"Right.

Jefferson eventually runs parallel to Crenshaw. Okay that will get me where I
want to go." Tom thanked her.

"Are

you sure you don't want a ride? It's still a long way. I can get a cab here
quick."

"No,

the walk helps me think. By the way, what can you tell me about this Decision
Maker here? How much is it?"

Vikki

startled for a moment and looked where he had pointed. "Oh. I had
forgotten about that piece. I suppose it would be harmless to let that one
go." She thought for a moment. "Forty dollars."

Tom

thought. That was more than he really wanted to pay. But she had been generous
with the directions and maybe it would help him with his decision regarding
Dorothy. Sometimes it's just useful having someone to help make the important
decisions for you. "Deal!" he said. He paid the money and walked out
of the store with his Decision Maker and headed for home.

He

arrived safely at his apartment about half an hour later, but he was no closer
to making a decision. When Tom arrived home he immediately plugged in his
phone. It took a few minutes to come alive, but once it did it buzzed with
message alerts from missed phone calls and text messages. Tom anticipated these
were from Dorothy and decided he was not ready to talk to her yet.

He

sat down at his kitchen table and stared at his Decision Maker. He shook it as
if it were a Magic 8-Ball and asked aloud, "Should I marry Dorothy?"
Immediately he felt a deep lassitude as if he had fallen asleep and he started
dreaming.

Tom

was sitting at a kitchen table, but it did not look like his kitchen. This was
a much nicer, much larger kitchen with a large professional grade refrigerator
and stove. There were marble top counters and a large central island. The
afternoon sun was shining in through huge vaulted windows looking out over a
large backyard. He could see an outdoor hot tub and a pool house in his
backyard.

That's

right. That was his backyard. This was his house. Tom lived here with his wife
Dorothy and daughter Delilah. It was a large six bedroom house with a three car
garage and finished basement. They purchased this house eight years ago. Tom's
company, Insight Investing, had taken off and the family was quite wealthy.
Dorothy had informed him that they needed a bigger house because Delilah was
going to be born soon. They bought a house big enough for a large family that
never materialized.

Tom

looked up to see his wife standing over him. She had an impatient look on her
face that he knew too well. She had always been a take charge demanding
personality, but it had served their marriage well so he never complained. She
had good business contacts from working as an administrative assistant that she
had steered his way over the years. While she had been only working part time
since Delilah was born, she had been instrumental in Insight Investment being
as successful as it was. Make no mistake, Tom had put in the long hours,
working fourteen hour days and most weekends, but he depended on his wife to
raise their daughter and manage the household.

Tom

looked down at the table in front of him and saw the Dissolution of Marriage
forms laid out on the table. His loving wife of eleven years had just asked him
for a divorce. Tom was shocked and dismayed. He knew there had been cracks in
their marriage for a long time, but he had always assumed that Dorothy was
happy. He had spent their entire marriage trying to keep her satisfied. She had
always been a cold fish in the bedroom, but he never pushed. They hadn't had
sex ever since Delilah was born, because Tom never wanted to force the issue.

Dorothy

said, "You know we haven't been happy in a long time. Just sign it and we
can get this over easily."

Tom

felt like he had been punched in the gut. "Can't we try counseling? Can't
we try to make it work?" He tried to read the divorce papers in front of
him. "Why didn't you talk to me about this?"

Dorothy

signed. "I'm done. I don't want to discuss it. I just want out. This is as
good a settlement as you will get. You've got unsupervised visitation with
Delilah every other weekend. I already found you a two bedroom apartment close
to your work."

Tom

goggled. "What?? You already found an apartment for me? How long have you
been planning this?"

"Actually,

I've been thinking about this for about a year. Things haven't been getting
better. Delilah and I will stay in the house. The alimony is very affordable
and will allow you enough money to live off of."

Tom

growled. "Are you kidding me! You've been thinking about this for a year
and you didn't talk to me about it? You ambushed me you fucking bitch! There's
no way I'm signing this without having my own lawyer looking it over."

"You

dumbshit! You don't have a lawyer. Our family lawyer
is Jon's friend. We've made sure that any decent lawyer in a fifty mile radius
has a conflict of interest. If you try to fight this, then you will find out
just how nasty I can be. I've spent the last year documenting a history of
abuse by you. Fight this and I'll destroy your reputation."

"I've

never hit you. I haven't even touched you in years. Where do you get off
accusing me of that!" Tom shouted.

"So

what? I've been giving myself bruises and showing them to friends. I've been
telling enough people at work and at the gym about it, that I'll be able prove
it in court. If you fight this you will lose. Jon is sending four guys from
work to help move your stuff out. They will be here in ten minutes, so sign the
agreement and make it easy. If you don't sign it, I'll have a restraining order
filed before the day is over."

Jon

was Dorothy's boss. She had been his administrative assistant for as long as I
had known her. Clearly he had known about this for a long time. "How long
has Jon been involved? Why did you talk to him before you talked to me?"

"Jon

has been involved since the beginning. I mean, he's been a big part of our
lives for years. He's the reason your company has been so successful. If you
make this easy, your company will stay successful. If you fight, you'll lose
most of your biggest clients. He wants you to be successful so you can continue
to support Delilah and me. Just go along with this and everything will be
fine."

"Wait?

Are you saying what I think you're saying? Have you been screwing him? Is he
Delilah's father?"

Dorothy

squirmed. "You are Delilah's father. You're the only father she's ever
known. Don't talk like that. I'm just tired of living like this. We don't love
each other. We need to move on. You've got your company and your daughter. Just
let me go."

"Let

you go! Look at this alimony you're asking for. Four thousand dollars per week!
That's well over half my income and is doesn't include the house payments. How
much is Jon contributing to his child's upkeep."

"Delilah

is your child, not his. He has been steering business your way to make sure she
is well provided for, but that's all he can do. He has his own family to take
care of. Don't ruin it for him or us." She sighed. "Just sign the
papers. Let's make this easy."

There

was a loud knock on the door which immediately opened. Four large burly men let
themselves into my home. "Ma'am? How can we help?" Tom looked at
these thugs who were going to enforce these terms. No matter what he did, he
was going to be out on the street in a hour. These guys were going to clear
everything out that belonged to him. They might move it into this new apartment
or they might just dump it in the gutter. If he fought, he end up with some
broken ribs and bruises, but no doubt he would lose. He looked at his wife,
soon to be ex-wife, with tears in his eyes. He picked up the pen and started
reading the agreement, before he realized it didn't matter. He was completely
screwed. He steeled himself to sign the contract. He took a breath. Just then
his cell phone rang, and he startled awake.

Tom

looked at the Decision Maker. In its window showed one word, "No".
His phone continued to ring. It was Dorothy. As a reflex he picked it up and
answered. Dorothy started into him, "Where the hell have you been, Tom?
I've been calling for hours ever since you left. We were talking and then you
just walked out saying you had to think. Don't I get a say in what you do?
Aren't you going to talk to me about it?"

Tom

was still reeling from his vision. He was so unhinged he blurted out, "Are
you sleeping with Jon?"

Dorothy

spluttered on the other end of the line. "What?? Why would you ask that?
Who told you that? I mean, who gave you the idea that anything was going on?
It's completely ridiculous. Where do you get off accusing me of that? Is this
you trying to blame me for your indecision. Listen, you better get your head
screwed on right if you think we're going to get married. Hell, I bet you wish
you were still screwing Sammi and you're trying to
distract me with this accusation. Now you get your ass back here so we can
continue this conversation. Do you hear me?"

Tom

hung up the phone. He had heard enough. The vision was starting to fade, but it
was clear that he did not want to marry Dorothy. He was thankful that this toy
had saved him from a potentially disastrous marriage. He sat there thinking
about it a little longer, and finally he shook the Decision Maker and asked,
"Should I marry Sammi?" Again his vision
fogged over and he drifted off as if to sleep.

Tom

was sitting on the couch in his living room as the morning light was streaming
in. He was tired. Tom had been unable to sleep and now he was staring blankly
out his front window. He had been crying earlier, but now he had no tears left.
Sammi had not come home last night from her night out
with the girls. She had sent no text message telling him that she was okay. He
felt like a complete afterthought.

Tom

knew he had worked hard to convince Sammi to get
married. She loved Tom, but she loved to party more. She would go out on the
town, but she would always return to him. He tried to be a good husband, but
that didn't seem to be enough for her. He had bought this house with his own
money. He had started his own financial advising company with some of the guys
from work. He was a good provider, and he kept hoping that she would finally
get tired of the hangovers and the loud crowds.

He

remembered their wedding day. She had promised to be true to him, and she had
meant it. Of course, what she meant by being true wasn't what he had in mind.
She still danced with other men. She still flirted and kissed, but no sex. That
was what she promised. Well, 'no intercourse' she admitted later. She didn't
consider oral sex to be cheating. And of course, she might give a fellow a hand
job, but that was only fair since she wouldn't fuck him.

They

fought all the time about that. She told him it was who she was. She couldn't
give it up no matter how hard she tried. He kept waiting for her to grow up,
but she never stopped going out. Of course, when they fought the make-up sex
was phenomenal. He would take out all his frustrations on her. He would pull
her hair and call her names. She just egged him on, telling him to punish her,
to hurt her.

He

had to admit, the sex afterwards was the hottest sex he'd ever had, but he was
getting tired of it. He wanted to settle down and start having kids. He felt
like Sammi was just another child he was destined to
spend his life taking care of. He needed to figure out how to get her to leave the
party life behind. He was patient, but he wasn't going to wait forever. He kept
pressuring her to grow up, but she only pushed back harder. She was treating
him like a strict father she had to rebel against. And he was getting tired of
it.

He

heard a car pull up to the house followed by Sammi
staggering to the front door. It was unlocked, but she still struggled to get
the door open. Her hair was a mess. She was wearing a tight black dress that
wasn't fitting right, as if she had gotten dressed in a hurry. Her eyes were
bloodshot, either from alcohol or lack of sleep. It took her a moment to
realize Tom was sitting there watching her, but when she did her face broke
into a huge smile. "Hey, baby!"

"Where

have you been? It's much too late to be getting in from a night out. The sun's
already up. I was worried about you."

Sammi sashayed over to wear Tom was sitting. She knelt down

in front of him and started rubbing her hands along his thighs. "I have a
surprise for you." She looked seductively into his eyes. "You've been
interested in starting a family. I decided, sure, what the hell. So I went off
birth control a month ago. I decided last night it was time to start working on
making a baby."

"What?"

This was a surprise. Tom had not expected this. Although, it seemed odd that
her idea of settling down and having kids started with an all-night binge.
"Don't we need to talk about this first? I mean, how is this going to
affect our marriage. Are you sure you want to settle down like this?"

Sammi's hands had slid up and were massaging Tom's cock

through his pajamas. He quickly hardened, but he was still distracted by what
she was telling him. Kids? Really? He had discussed it with her before, but she
had prett

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