Lauren: Proper Company, Part 4 (Patreon)

Brian sat in the bleachers with a loose crowd of husbands, sisters, and kids as they all quietly watched the tennis ball plonk back and forth across the court in the finals of the Pearl Pines Friendship Tennis Tournament. That part he didn’t mind too much, especially since the acronym PPFTT was childishly fun to snicker at. No, the part that he wasn’t overly fond of was that he had to sit there and watch the entirety of said tournament with several large bags of clothes, shoes, makeup, and accessories that Lauren claimed she absolutely NEEDED before the big match. Despite his protestations, Brian was overruled by the insatiable brat his wife had become. In several cases, he’d put his foot down and told her no more only for her to claim that if he wasn’t going to treat her the way she deserved, then she was going to find a man who would.

It was completely unacceptable and out of line, but he also knew that it wasn’t going to be forever. This particular subset of her personality was just another facet of this particular persona. In a moment of sheer outrage and irritation, he’d called the Luscious household for advice on how to handle someone with her particular spending habits. The call was originally picked up by Leah, but rapidly turned into a group affair when the other girls heard that it was Brian on the phone. Each one was overjoyed to have an update on their sister and gushed about needing a visit sometime. After the squealing pleasantries had ended, however, Brian got to telling them about his wife’s boundless financial appetite as well as her propensity for threatening to leave every time she didn’t get her way.

“Ooohh, sounds like she’s going through a brat phase.” Leah said.

“Yeah, it’s totally temporary. Even if she doesn’t grow out of it, she’ll probably change again before it’s a problem.” Luna chirped.

“Don’t worry. We SOOOOO get it. We all went through that. We’ll just float you until you until she chills out.” Lexi chimed in.

It was a nice conversation, and they did immediately send Brian a surprising amount of money that he’d never expected to receive, but he knew that most of it would be going to Lauren’s new spending habits for the time being. They’d assured him that giving in sometimes was necessary to make her feel valued, but that he’d also have to stand up to her once in a while if he wanted a girl like that to respect him. She’d insisted on going to the mall for a few things that morning, but it had turned into another shopping spree that Brian squashed after the first few stores. Initially, she was furious and threatened to leave again, but Brian refused to back down. He challenged her to find someone else to love and take care of her like he did and further lectured her on the manipulative nature of her frivolous threats. Brian towered over her as she shrunk down, suddenly seemingly aware of what she’d been doing to him and their relationship. She said nothing the entire way to the club.

His contemplation was broken by the sudden cheering and applause from the crowd.

“Point, match!” The referee called out. “Winner: Lauren!”

Brian joined in the cheering this time. Even if she was a spoiled brat this go around, she was still his wife and the opportunity for her to do so many amazing things was a point of happiness for the loving husband. He watched as she jumped up and down in excitement as the final scores were tallied and hands were shaken. Allison, he noted, did not appear to lose well and her frustration was written all over her face despite her big, performative smile. Soon, Lauren walked up to him as club members poured out of the bleachers wearing a pleased, but surprisingly humble smile on her face.

“Hey babe.” She beamed softly, her glistening body soaked in sweat. “How was I?”

(1)

“You were fantastic.” Brian said, pleasantly surprised at the show of humility and grace that seemed to appear when this new Lauren was in her element.

“Thanks for putting up with me for the last couple days. I just get like suuuuper stressed out about competing and I just need some retail therapy to keep me going. Especially since like…you know…Allison SUPER has it out for me, you know? Like we’re besties and all that but it’s like always cutthroat like…every woman for herself, you know?” She said apologetically. “Sorry for being a brat. And a bit of a bitch.”

Brian smiled. The girls were right again. It was funny to him how wise three plastic tv bimbos had turned out to be. He handed her her shopping bags and said “Apology accepted. Besides, after that performance, I think you’ve earned these. Now hurry up and get dressed. We have your celebration dinner to get to.

In reality, the tournament was held in the early morning and ended before 2pm so they had plenty of time before they were actually going to sit down and eat. That gave Lauren time to shower and freshen up for her championship debut. She ran off to the women’s dressing area where there were showers and changing rooms and disappeared behind a set of swinging double doors. The moment she did however, a brown out hit the building and the telltale flickering of the lights alerted Brian to another incoming change.

“…Please don’t be worse. Please don’t be worse. Please don’t be worse.” He pleaded with closed eyes.

For twenty agonizing minutes, he paced the halls in the waiting area, periodically checking his phone for something to occupy him for a while and keep his mind off of worrying about who would come back out of the dressing room. His heart jumped when he heard the door to the changing room open.

“Just…..Please don’t be worse.” He said one last time.

A young, beautiful blonde came bounding out of the room in a pink dress that showed off an impressive amount of cleavage. The outfit came complete with a little faux collar and little red bow tie.

“IT FITS!! OH MY GOD ISN’T IT SUUUPER FUCKING CUTE?!?!” Lauren squealed.

“This.” Brian said, eyeing the shining joy on his wife’s young, blushing face and the deep valley of cleavage formed by her massive, but not-quite-Luscious-sized boobs.

“This is definitely not worse.”

(2)

The two sat down with Lauren gushing about everyone she knew and how they knew them. Bob from accounting, Leonard, the lawyer, and his wife Melodia, the local theater songbird. There were the Apple twins Molly and Cindy, and even their little brother Yu-gi-oh Kevin who was, as usual, playing Yu-gi-oh on his phone in the background of their conversations.

Before long, dinner was served and once again Lauren was giddy with excitement at how everything looked and tasted.

“Have you EVER had food this GOOD?!?!” She babbled.

Brian just shook his head. He wanted to tell her “Yes. I’ve had BETTER. In fact, so have you,” but he thought better of trying to trigger a memory from a different version of herself in the middle of dinner.

After a while, a slender, pale face Allison appeared on stage with a flashy curtsey, her figure less physically impressive than Lauren’s but still flashily, sexily dressed in a way that made her the busty blonde’s equal when it came to attractiveness. With stunning, night-black hair and wide, sensual hips supporting her tiny, fit waist, she began to dance to the music of a small orchestra in the pit beneath the stage.

(3)

As she moved, the lights in the room slowly dimmed save for a single spotlight and before long, all eyes, including Brian’s were on her. She moved gracefully and flashily, her slow solo tango picking up speed and momentum as the music did and with it, her careful motions became flashy kicks and snapping twists that were pleasing to the eye. Brian watched intently at her surprising ability as a dancer, only for his smile to fade rapidly as the spotlight powered completely down for a moment and then whirred back to life with absolutely no one in the room batting an eye at it.

“What…the fuck?” Brian mumbled to himself. “…It’s only been two hours!”

He turned to look at his wife just as the music ended and the lights came back up. As Allison took a gracious bow to riotous applause, Brian took in the whole of his wife, scanning for abnormalities. Lauren didn’t really look too different, he thought, but after scrutinizing her a little harder, he realized that she was busy wolfing down a second plate of food that she’d never ordered.

“Goodness!” She said, lifting her eyes from her plate to her dancing tennis rival. “She’s rather good isn’t she?”

“Yeah…She is…” Brian said cautiously.

Lauren daintily dabbed her chin with a napkin before pulling her no-longer revealing dress up to her neck, hiding any trace of her bare flesh from large round breasts.

“The outfit is a little slutty, but that’s the culture I suppose. I’d be mortified wearing something like that onstage.”

 Lauren went back to her food before shooting a fake-looking smile to her husband. Only moments ago her enthusiasm was genuine and luminous, but now it seemed like she was....cattier. Meaner almost.

“Oh.” Brian said sarcastically, the enthusiasm completely drained from his voice. “ No, that's....Fuckin' great.”