A Happy Ending
I’ve been doing a lot of bitchification and corruption stories lately that tend towards “bad” endings. I was asked to do a story with a happy ending. So please enjoy.
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Ben sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, hands twisted in his hair. It had been so different since that morning. A few days ago his relationship, his life, turned upside down without any explanation. The bedroom door clicked open and Ben flinched.
Aubrey stood there, backlit by the hallway light, like she hadn’t a care in the world. She looked insanely hot—decked out in tight, pastel pink from head to toe. The lace-up top barely contained her cleavage, crisscrossed strings holding the fabric together like it might snap if she so much as breathed too hard. Her matching pink pants clung to her hips, laced all the way down the sides, showing off every curve like she was a walking thirst trap.
A chunky designer bag hung from her wrist and her blonde hair was perfectly styled. A diamond choker glittered at her throat. And those clear sky-high platform heels clicked softly on the floor as she stepped inside.
She flicked her hair over her shoulder with a lazy smirk.
“Ugh, God, this place is such a dump,” she muttered under her breath, glancing around. “I swear to God, I cannot believe I used to like living like this.”
Ben stayed quiet. He’d heard it all before. He’d heard her snap at the barista that morning. Heard her chew out the mailman for “bending the packages.” He’d watched her roll her eyes at their neighbors in the hallway, ignoring them like they didn’t even exist when they said ‘hello’..
The old Aubrey would’ve died of embarrassment acting like that. But this Aubrey loved it. She loved being bratty, bitchy, and sometimes just outright mean to just about everyone. But when she looked at him—just him—her whole face softened.
“Baby…” she sighed, stepping closer, crouching in front of him. She pressed her fingers under his chin and tilted his face up to meet hers.
“I hate seeing you like this,” she whispered. “You don’t deserve it. Not you.”
Ben’s throat tightened. “But it’s what I get, isn’t it? You… you don’t want me anymore.” “Not like that.” Aubrey frowned.
“I love you,” she whispered like it hurt to admit it. “I just… I can’t want you right now. Not like… this.”
She stood up, pacing toward the window. He watched her in silence as she stared out into the city lights. Even standing still she had a presence. It was like she knew she was the hottest thing in the building. In all honesty, she was.
“Ugh. You wouldn’t believe the looks I got tonight,” she scoffed, running her manicured nails down her waist. “Women practically begging me for attention. Men groveling like dogs. It was pathetic.”
Her head turned slightly, just enough to glance at him over her shoulder. Her eyes were soft again, like none of that mattered when it came to him.
“I’ve gotta tell you something,” she whispered. Her voice cracking a little.
“What?” he said harsher than he wanted.
“Ever since that night. God, Ben. It’s been so fucking bad.”
She started pacing again, her bag swinging at her side. “I’ve been so goddamn horny, baby. All the fucking time. But I don’t do anything. I come home to you.”
Ben swallowed hard. His voice cracked. “Why? Why come back to me?”
She let out a soft, almost bitter, laugh but when she turned fully to face him again, her expression was serious.
“Because I love you, Ben. I didn’t want this.” she said waving her arms up and down her body. “I only wanted you. Whatever did this to me, didn’t ask my permission first.”
She kneeled down in front of him and placed her head against his stomach. She could see his cock grow immediately. She sighed. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to tease you. It’s not my fault I’m only attracted to hot women now.”
Ben stood, like he wasn’t sure if his legs would hold him. “Then… what are we supposed to do?”
She bit her lip, glancing down like she was arguing with herself. Then, like she’d decided fuck it, she walked up and grabbed his hands. “Come with me. Let me show you where this all started. Maybe… maybe it can give us a way to fix this.“
He nodded once. “Okay.“
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Later that night, they stood outside of Mina’s. Aubrey had demanded time to change into something “actually worth wearing.”
She wasn’t kidding.
Gone was the pink lace-up outfit. Now she stood in front of him like she was ready to start a riot.
Tiny black leather shorts barely covered her ass. A microscopic black bikini top pushed her tits up so high they looked like they might spill out if she breathed wrong. She had some oversized leather jacket draped over her shoulders like she couldn’t be bothered to actually wear it. And those pink and black Playboy boots? They looked like they belonged to the Queen of Bad Decisions herself.
Her hair was a messy, high blonde updo, loose curls falling around her face. And that smirk? God, it was lethal.
“You better not stare like some sad little puppy all night,” she snapped at Ben without looking back. I swear to God, if you start embarrassing me again, I’ll leave your ass right here.“
Ben flinched but nodded. He knew she didn’t mean it. Or at least, he hoped she didn’t.
Aubrey strutted right up to the door like she owned the building. Ben hung back half a step, anxiety bubbling in his chest. Aubrey’s friend Melanie had somehow gotten them on the list for Rachel’s bachelorette party. It was an exclusive club and you could barely notice it from the street. They weren’t on the list for tonight.
The bouncer didn’t move. He stood there like a wall, mouth twisted in permanent disapproval. His eyes flicked down to Ben, then slid to Aubrey.
“Name?” he grunted.
Aubrey didn’t even slow down. She blew right past the velvet rope like she didn’t hear him.
“Move.” Her voice cut through the air like a slap.
The bouncer’s hand shot out, blocking her with the back of his arm. “Not how this works, sweetheart.“
Aubrey slowly turned her head, her lip curling in mock amusement. She glanced down at his arm like it was something disgusting she’d have dry-cleaned off later.
“*Did I stutter?” she hissed, stepping in, heels clicking sharply. “*Move. We’re going in.“
The bouncer stood his ground, jaw tightening. “Name, now.”
Ben felt his stomach sink. He knew this wouldn’t work. Of course this wouldn’t work. Why the hell had he let her drag him…
Aubrey let out the fakest, most annoyed laugh Ben had ever heard. She leaned in, dragging one long pink nail down the man’s massive arm.
“God,” Aubrey groaned, rolling her eyes like she was already over this man’s existence. “Do I look like I give my name to rent-a-thugs?“
The bouncer’s nostrils flared. “You’re not on the list. Neither is he. Go home.“
Aubrey tilted her head, giving a slow, vicious smile. She leaned in, pressing her nail dead-center on his chest.
“Listen up, muscle boy,” she whispered, voice dipped in venom, “I’m not going home. I’m not giving you my name. And I’m not going to explain myself to some bloated doorman with more biceps than brains.“
The bouncer stiffened.
“Here’s what is going to happen,” Aubrey continued, her finger stopping dead-center on his chest. “You’re going to move. Right now. Or I’m going to make such a fucking scene that your boss is begging me to step over your worthless body.“
Ben swallowed hard. He could feel the tension.
For a heartbeat, the bouncer didn’t move.
Then, grinding his jaw so hard Ben swore he could hear his teeth, the bouncer let out a long, sharp breath through his nose and jerked the rope aside with a harsh swipe.
“Go. Both of you.“
Aubrey smiled, slow, cold, and victorious. “Good boy.“
She grabbed Ben by the wrist, dragging him toward the entrance without looking back once. The music hit like a wave the moment the door shut behind them.
Aubrey leaned in close, her lips brushing his ear, voice pure sin.”See, baby? Told you I always get what I want.“
She ran her fingers through his hair, nails grazing his scalp, her voice softening just for him.
“And I want you with me. Always.“
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The place was unlike anywhere Ben had ever been before. He could feel the pounding bass deep in his chest. The room was mostly dark, but neon lights cracked through the haze in pinks, purples, and reds.
The room was full of attractive people. Those who weren’t were flaunting their money. And even amongst this crowd, every eye was on her. Aubrey knew it, too.
Her hips swayed like a metronome in perfect sync with the music, head high, showing off her toned stomach and perfect tits. She stomped across the floor in her knee-high boots like she owned it.
Men turned to watch her. Women did too. Some watched with hunger and others with jealousy. Every stare slid over her body like they needed to own her or be her. And Aubrey loved it. She basked in it.
The moment people noticed Ben walking hand-in-hand with her, their faces twisted into confusion. It was like they were seeing some joke they didn’t understand.
A tall woman in leather leaned against the bar, eyes flicking from Aubrey to Ben and back again. She let out a loud, mocking laugh as they passed. “Seriously? That’s who you’re dragging in here? Him?“
Aubrey noticed how the words impacted Ben. She stopped on a dime, turning her head just enough to flash that flawless, dangerous smile.
“I’m sorry,” she purred, taking a step toward the woman without missing a beat, “did you say something?“
The woman straightened, cocking her head, trying to save face. “Just saying you could do a hell of a lot better, sweetheart.“
Aubrey leaned in so close her breath probably tickled the woman’s ear. “You think I give a fuck what you think? He’s with me.”
The woman flinched—actually flinched—before looking away, silent.
Aubrey turned on her heel without missing a beat, grabbing Ben’s hand tight and pulling him through the crowd.
“Ignore them, baby,” Aubrey whispered, glancing over her shoulder with a devilish grin. “They’ll learn.“
She dragged him onto the center of the floor, right into the slow swirl of red light. Her body moved like she belonged there—hips rolling, arms stretching over her head, letting the music own her. She danced like she hadn’t thought about anything but herself in days.
Ben tried to keep up, standing awkwardly at first. But then Aubrey leaned in, biting her lip, grabbing his shirt. “Loosen up, baby.“
He tried. God, he tried. They danced for a while, an odd pairing in the sea of perfect strangers. The looks never stopped. Ben felt every single one.
She leaned in, brushing her lips against his ear again. “This is where I was… right here, dancing my ass off. Drinking God knows what.“
Ben tried to swallow the lump in his throat. “But you didn’t feel anything? Nothing… weird?“
She just shrugged, turning her back to him, rolling her hips in time with the beat like it was second nature.
“It was a bachelorette party and was drunk, baby. I felt good. I don’t even remember leaving. Somehow I got home. Then I woke up the next morning like… this.”
Ben nodded, then leaned in and whispered, “I need a minute.”
He slipped away, leaving Aubrey dancing by herself.
Immediately, two guys tried to slide in, but Aubrey shut them down with a single withering glance. They walked away defeated, like she’d kicked them in the chest.
Ben couldn’t help but smile, just a little.
Ben’s eyes scanned the crowd, searching for something to give reason to what happened to Aubrey. He tried to ask a few people, but no one cared to listen. They were all to busy enjoying their night. After a while, he ended up at the bar. He leaned in, desperate for someone to take him seriously.
The bartender, a man in his mid-thirties with tattooed arms and slicked-back hair, leaned forward lazily. “What’ll it be?“
Ben hesitated, eyes darting toward Aubrey, who was still dancing but now with a woman who was draping herself on Aubrey in a way Ben found both hot and disturbing. Ben leaned in closer. “Actually… I—” He rubbed his face, feeling ridiculous even trying to explain it. “I don’t need a drink. I… I need answers.”
The bartender arched an eyebrow. “Don’t we all?“
“My wife… she came here a few days ago. She woke up the next morning looking… different. Acting… different. You ever heard of something like that happening here?“
The bartender just stared at him for a second, like he wasn’t sure if Ben was fucking with him or not. Then he gave a slow shake of his head.
“Look, man… this is a club. People get wasted, they wake up different every weekend. That’s how it works.“
Ben’s heart sank. “No, I mean—“
“I heard you.” The bartender leaned in, lowering his voice just slightly. “If something happened to her, it wasn’t me, and it wasn’t here. People like to blame this place for all kinds of weird shit. But trust me… we just serve drinks.“
Ben sat back, deflated. His eyes flicked toward Aubrey again.
“Sorry, man,” He slid Ben a drink. “Wish I had more for you. That one’s on the house.”
Ben forced a weak smile and sipped his drink.
They stayed a while longer. The entire time, Aubrey danced and flirted. She worshipped the attention. But Ben could tell she kept checking on him too. She wanted him there. As much as she drank it all in, she never let herself stray too far from him.
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They fumbled through the door sometime after two in the morning, the door slamming shut behind them. Aubrey stumbled first, kicking off her pink and black Playboy boots with a careless giggle.
“God, I needed that,” she sighed, flopping back onto the couch with zero grace. She sprawled out like she owned the place, leather jacket slipping off one shoulder, her legs spreading wide, head falling back onto the pillows.
Ben leaned against the door, watching her in that fucking outfit—the black leather shorts clinging to her hips, the micro bikini top still somehow holding on by a thread. Her skin glistened with sweat.
“You’re something else…” Ben muttered, words slurring just enough to betray how many drinks he’d downed trying to keep up with her.
Aubrey cracked open one eye, smirking even wider. “Damn right. Took you this long to notice?“
She stood up, sauntering toward the bedroom without paying attention to him.
As she reached the doorframe, she shrugged off her leather jacket, letting it drop to the floor without a care. She continued, reaching behind her back and tugging the tiny black top up and over her head, exposing every inch of flawless, bouncing skin. She let it fall from her fingers with a soft thump.
Ben stood there, unable to do anything but watch.
Aubrey shimmied out of her tight leather shorts next, stepping out of them one leg at a time until she was completely naked, standing there like a fucking curse made flesh.
She climbed into bed, stretching out like a goddess, pulling the blanket down with one hand and patting the empty spot next to her.
“Come here, baby.“
Ben didn’t hesitate. He slid in next to her, pulling her tight against his chest, burying his face in her hair.
“Aubrey…” he whispered.
She let out a slow, knowing breath, sitting up just slightly. “Baby… don’t.“
But he couldn’t stop. He missed her. Missed how she used to melt under his touch, how she used to need him. “Just… let me try.“
His hands slid up her thighs, shaking just a little. Her body stiffened.
“Ben…” she whispered again, softer this time, almost broken.
He looked up at her, desperate. “Please… let me have you. Just… just once.“
She slid her fingers into his hair, cupping the back of his head. She pulled him forward, pressing her lips to his forehead, holding him there.
“You don’t want me like that,” she whispered, voice shaking.
Ben’s throat closed tight. He wanted to argue, but deep down, he knew she was right.
She curled her fingers around his hand on her waist, whispering so soft he almost didn’t catch it.
“I still love you, Ben. I know this is killing you. Hopefully, this will all be over in the morning.“
Ben closed his eyes tight, breathing her in. They held onto each other until sleep finally took them both.
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Aubrey cracked open one eye. Her head pounded. She groaned, rolling over into the mess of tangled sheets but Ben’s side was empty.
“Fuck me…” she hissed under her breath, throwing the blanket off herself and sitting up slowly, clutching her head.
She rubbed her temples, wincing at every creak of the floor as she padded naked toward the kitchen. She grabbed a glass from the counter and slammed it under the faucet.
“God, why does everything fucking suck today?” she growled to no one, slamming the glass down hard enough to rattle the counter.
The hallway bathroom door was cracked open, light spilling out onto the floor.
“Ben?” she croaked, dragging herself toward it. “You been up for a while?“
She rubbed her bleary eyes and pushed the door open fully. Standing at the mirror was a woman. A tall, blonde and toned woman.
Aubrey’s eyes moved up and down, taking in her full hips, her curves. The woman locked eyes with Aubrey in the mirror. The eyes were frighteningly familiar.
“Ben?” Aubrey spoke, stepping inside.
The woman turned around slowly, her lips curling into a cocky little smirk, one perfectly manicured brow arching up. “Took you long enough to fucking wake up.“
Aubrey staggered back a step, staring at the walking, talking sex bomb standing in front of her.
“Holy shit… Ben? What… what the fuck?“
Ben laughed. “Guess our little trip to the club worked after all, baby.“
Aubrey’s mouth hung open, completely wrecked by the sight.
Ben stepped toward her, barefoot, hips swaying like he’d been this way his whole life. She leaned one hand on the doorframe right beside Aubrey’s head, lips curling into something wicked.
“God, look at you,” Ben purred, eyeing her up and down. “Fuck me, you’re so hot.“
Aubrey’s head spun. “Ben… you’re a woman.”
Ben chuckled, leaning in, brushing a strand of blonde hair behind Aubrey’s ear, voice dropping to a filthy whisper. “So are you, babe.“
Aubrey’s heart hammered in her chest as she realized the truth. They could be together. “Holy fuck… we can make this work.“
Ben grinned wide, leaning in even closer until their lips almost touched. “Damn right we can.“
Aubrey launched forward, crashing her lips into Ben’s. Ben groaned into her mouth like she’d been starving for this. Their bodies collided in a blur of sweat and want, hands gripping skin, pulling, clawing, claiming.
“God,” Aubrey gasped, dragging her nails down Ben’s bare back, “I’ve been so fucking horny. I’ve been trying so hard to not cheat. And now, I don’t have to fight anymore. You feel so fucking good.”
Ben…no, Brenna, the name popping into her brain, bit her bottom lip hard enough to make her whimper, then shoved her back against the cool tile wall of the bathroom.
“I’ve waited for this too, Aubrey.“
Their mouths crashed again. Aubrey’s leg wrapped around Brenna’s thigh, grinding shamelessly. Their curves pressed together, sin made flesh. Every inch of friction felt necessary, like they’d been wired for this moment their whole lives and just hadn’t realized it.
The mirror behind them fogged with their heat.
They stumbled out of the bathroom, tangled and gasping, knocking into furniture, laughing, cursing, tearing the place apart on their way to the bedroom.
“This is fucking insane,” Aubrey moaned as Brenna pushed her down onto the mattress, crawling on top of her. “We’re insane.“
“Fucking good,” Brenna corrected, trailing kisses down her neck. “Fucking perfect.“
Aubrey pulled her up by the hair and kissed her hard.
They didn’t care how loud or how feral they were. It was two goddesses reclaiming each other in bodies that finally matched their hunger.
Moans turned to growls. Fingers tangled in hair. Mouths explored with filthy desperation. It was euphoric. It was a rebirth forged in sweat and spit and love twisted with heat.
And when they came, it was loud. Their breathless, bodies arching and shaking in the ruined sheets. Brenna pulled Aubrey close, lips brushing her ear. Aubrey curled into Brenna’s side, trailing lazy fingers over her stomach.
“You feel it, don’t you?” Brenna whispered. “We’re fucking unstoppable now.“
Aubrey grinned, heart pounding, body still buzzing. “The world has no idea what’s coming.“
They lay there a moment longer before Aubrey rolled onto her back, eyes burning into the ceiling, a wicked little smirk curling on her lips. “Let’s burn it all down, baby…“
Ben leaned over, biting softly at her shoulder. “…together.“
And just like that, the world was officially fucked.
Lots of stuff I re-post is because I think it's really really hot, but this is honestly all the way on fire.
