The Desperate Slut - The Opportunists Know She’s Exploitable. (erotic coupling) By Br0kenD0ll. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The first thing Angie did when she stormed out of her ex’s was to call her best friend crying. The second was to start drinking as soon as she got home. They’d broken up again for the last time, and she was done. By the time the Uber had arrived to take her over to Sasha’s for dinner, she was already buzzed on the last half bottle of red wine she’d found in her kitchen. Her ex-boyfriend wasn’t just a cheating asshole - he was a cheating asshole that drank all of her booze without replacing it. Now that he was out of her life he’d not only reduced her to tears, but he’d reduced her to drinking the cheap stuff she euphemistically referred to as cooking wine, and she hated him equally for both reasons. The ride across town only took ten minutes, but in that time she managed to overshare all the sorted details of her heartbreak with the driver that she’d never meet again. “Beggars can’t be choosers though, amiright?” Angie said, wearing her brightest fakest smile to the Uber driver as she finished up her whole rant on men. The longer she talked, the more she leaned forward, making sure he could get a good look down her braless cleavage. Thanks to her loose top that jiggled and bounced with every bump in the road he got a real eyeful too. “It’s not even cheap though; you can’t even buy two buck chuck now. It’s more like ten buck chuck, ya know? What’s the world coming to?” She knew she shouldn’t be pouring out her problems to a stranger as recklessly as she’d emptied out the bottle in her house, but here she was doing just that. He replied noncommittally as he drove, obviously uncomfortable with the conversation, not that she would take the hint and stop. He kept his eyes on the road the whole time except for quick glances in the rearview mirror to look at her tits. At least someone thought she was pretty. At least someone would rather fuck her than fuck Maria fucking Rodrigez. Behind the fake smile and casual words, Angie fumed. She was at least three times as pretty as that dumb slut, so either Peter… her Peter had gone insane or he’d had an awful lot of tequila before he’d stuck his dick in that Latina whore. Taking a mental inventory of both of their features she could list any number of ways she was better than that tan tramp: her face was prettier, her lips were fuller, her hair was more lustrous, her teeth were straighter, her C cup tits were bigger, and she was sure her pussy was tighter on top of everything else. She’d have to ask her ex-boyfriend to confirm that last bit of course. Maybe she would too… just to rub it in. Something about break ups brought out the cruelty in her, and though this wasn’t her worst break up, it was up there. They always put her in the mood to break something, and talking trash to strangers about him was as good a place as any to start. After her awkward ride across town Angie got to her best friend Sasha’s place. Unlike Angie, Sasha had snagged a good guy in college. She’d accidentally gotten knocked up by “forgetting” to take her birth control and the rest was history. Today they were happily married with two kids, and living in a nicer neighborhood than she could afford. Their blue two-story craftsman with a large backyard and hot tub made a great place for dinner parties normally. Tonight it was the perfect place to soak, and drink while she let out as Sasha comforted her. They both went suit-less for the occasion of course. Just two girls, two glasses, and a pitcher of sangria. Her husband Kyle made himself scarce, taking care of the little ones so they could share some quality girl time. Naked Confessions Angie hadn’t seen him since she’d first gotten there. He’d given her a hug first thing, and then he was off dealing with the rug rats the rest of the night. So when she glanced at the house towards the end of the evening, she was surprised to see him st