Surrender To Hidden Desires

“Remember ladies avoid the men with the silver tongues and limp cocks. That’s the show tonight, see you tomorrow.”

Rachel laughed at Dana’s obscenity knowing the audience must be laughing their asses off at tonight’s show. Dana said whatever crap her brain could think of in a snap, damn the consequences, which worked because Rachel brought the brains to their show CELEBRITY, LIFESTYLE AND EVERYTHING IN-BETWEEN, and Dana brought the spice.

“And that’s a wrap. Great show tonight Rachel, the audience must be wishing tomorrow night came sooner. Dana you might need to tone down on the language,” Ben warned. He managed the show and co-produced it which pretty much meant he was one of the reasons they were very well paid in their media firm, ABN.

“Whatever,” Dana muttered already poking around her bag for a packet of gums. “Want a piece?” she offered.

Rachel waved off her offer.

Popping a gum into her mouth she switched her heels for a pair of flats. “I got a date tonight, wish me luck.”

“You don’t need luck, if he doesn’t ask for another date he’s an idiot.”

Dana smiled and waved good night.

Rachel, star of the show and mega-popular TV host, watched her friend and co-host strut off to the main media hall. She loved her co-host but Rachel was more of a family-value, family-building kind of woman, unlike Dana who loved the one-night stands. At age 26, some would say Rachel was enjoying success too early in her career but anyone who knew her knew she deserved it. After working as the Chief Editor of her high school newspaper she knew journalism was the place for her. Unlike many others who had had to fuck their way up the ladders, Rachel was different, she never had to spread her legs for any newspaper, or radio owner, all she had to do was flash her dimpled smile and she was employed. Throughout her 26 years on earth, she only had one man in her life, Jacob Henderson, who she met in college. They shared the same strong values, and within months of meeting, they were married.

Being married didn’t pose a challenge for the men who wanted to get under Rachel's skirts because she was just that pretty but Rachel brushed them all off because; She was principled.

She loved her husband. Yes, she married young, yes she got famous young, and yes she has thousands of money stored up in bank accounts for when she was ready to start a family but she never let that get into her head.

This was why, as the dutiful wife that she was, she was getting ready to go home, make some delicious dinner, and get naked for her husband.

She pulled into the driveway of their modest home with a small foot-sized swimming pool in front under a shade, a garage attached to the house, and a fair large garden of herbs and flowers. As she climbed up the stairs leading to the hallway connecting the living room, the first thing she noticed was her Golden retriever, Bella, unattended in the hallway chewing on a pair of female shoes. Which was weird because her daytime sitter who liked to refer to herself as a babysitter rather than a dog sitter, was supposed to be watching and managing her dog.

Scratching Bella’s ears as the dog excitedly licked her fingers Rachel scanned the living room and the kitchen through the open kitchen door. A sudden shriek from upstairs changed the direction of her thoughts. There was a loud thud and another shriek.

“Oh fuck! I’m going to die…!”

Oh shit! Gabby was most likely in trouble.

Happiness turning to panic, Rachel ran up the stairs to the master bedroom and found it empty but there were clothes strewn all over the carpet. Panic turned to apprehension.

The noise was coming from the master bathroom. The shower was turned on and water spilled out from beneath the door.