The Decoy

If you have a wandering eye, be careful. That attractive woman coming on to you at the bar may not be a testament to your animal magnetism: It may be Lizzie, the sex decoy, out on the prowl to catch cheaters with their pants down. And when Lizzie goes on assignment, no man is immune to her seductive charms.

Warning: The Decoy (9,000 words) contains television titillation, parking lot exhibitionism, and hot hotel subterfuge.


I sat on the hood of my car, looking around to make sure Dennis had a clear shot of the upcoming action before I made my move. I pulled Raymond closer to me, hoping the angle was good enough for his face to be seen in the photos. I put my arms around him, and when I heard Dennis honk his horn, I started the show.

“I’ve been so lonely,” I whispered in his ear. “It’s been so long since I was really touched by a man.”

“Oh, honey, any man who wouldn’t want you in his arms every night is just a fool.”

I kissed Raymond’s neck. He responded by firmly planting his hands on each of my ass cheeks and beginning to squeeze. I wiggled closer to him, feeling his erection grow. I had to admit, it was a turn on. If his wife had paid for the extra services, would I have gone through with it? I wasn’t so sure. Luckily I didn’t have to worry about it. That was a question for another day, another client, another cheating scumbag.

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