The Wife Experience

(Note: contains sex and violence sensitive themes )

“Forgive me Father, for I have sinned,” he mumbled over and over under his breath in a repetitive chant, as he rolled the worn oak wood rosary beads around in the palm of his left hand. He stared long and hard into the fiery orange flames as the sunset hues turned blurry through his tears of agony. Her perfect slim yet curved silhouette danced in the flames as her raven hair flowed like velvet silk, bewitching him all over again. He had paid to light so many votive candles that it wouldn’t have surprised him had the entire chapel set alight. They stared at him knowingly from their wrought iron holders. Today was the day of the adoption.  His son. It chilled him to the very core to even say those two words inside his own head; to acknowledge him as his own. Just twelve short months ago, this precious baby had not even existed, and yet today he was to sign a document stating that two complete strangers who he had never met could freely take his biological child-a child he had never planned nor wanted- away from his wretched life forever. 

Surely it couldn’t end this way? Surely something good and pure had to come out of this glassy abyss of pain and chaotic fornication? As he said one final silent prayer for the child he had created with the woman he was never to lay eyes on again in this life, he caught sight of himself in a body length mirror next to one of the pine pews. The scar was deep and wide, trailing from his left eye right across his nose and ending just past the right corner of his mouth. He pulled up his thick black balaclava to hide the part of him that made him a monster, yet the only thing he’d ever had inflicted upon him that made him truly human. It was the ultimate price he had paid for her. For Dinah. He cast his mind back to the first time he had ever laid eyes on her. She had always believed that it had been on his first official visit to NEE, but she was wrong. He had seen her long before that, if only from a distance, outside in the Town square. She had been barefoot and drinking from a stained glass beer bottle, her onyx hair cascading down her dainty arched back. He remembered thinking to himself that she was the most perfect mermaid he had ever laid eyes on in his untainted life. 

“Sickening, isn’t it, this place of debauchery?” The deep voice of his head Pastor and New Path mentor, Seth pulled him from his thoughts and back down to reality with a cruel thud. However, he hadn’t seen those cold, immoral streets of sin that day. He had only seen Dinah. He and Seth had stuck out like a sore thumb in the Town square as they stood next to the main statue of the giant Silver Phoenix and awaited the grand entrance of CEO Shang, both of them laden down with book bags full of New Path literature, bibles and each of them holding a megaphone. Despite his looking totally different to the other business men there, and wearing brown leather buckle boots and a long arrans wool grey cardigan, crisp white shirt and tie, Jake was an incredibly handsome man. Several of the scantily clad women littering the wet cobbled streets had called out to him, some even reaching out their arms and attempting to touch him, in an effort to get his attention. Seth had recoiled in horror as if they were ravenous wolves about to devour their prey, but Jake hadn’t been scared in the least. He looked at all of these poor, hard working women clearly being exploited and seeming to have no purpose, and he felt pity for them, just as he had been raised to.  I must help them to repent of their sins he had vowed to himself, as CEO Shang made his appearance and the thick crowds of drunks and tourists burst into rounds of shouting applause. Some had flags and NEE memorabilia, and some even attempted to lunge forwards at the Japanese billionaire. 

 A tall and slender man with a sleek comb over and a suit that cost more than the small country cottage Jake had grown up in, CEO Shang definitely ran this Town. He was a man to be both feared and marvelled. In the space of five short years, he had turned the derelict streets of Bridge Town behind Fulham in West London into the Gaming Capital of the world. It was held in higher esteem among the British and Japanese elites than places such as Hollywood or Las Vegas, which had long been forgotten in favour of the rise of Anglo power. CEO Shang had torn down every business and housing complex and religious establishment, along with the backing of powerful Japanese militant and political forces that had aligned with the British economy in 2025, and turned the place into one huge entertainment centre for the elite of the world. He and Seth had spent months prior to the launch applying for clearance to get into the Town, let alone New Earth Entertainment complex, as they lived in the only remaining rural religious housing complex just outside of the Town. CEO Shang had been locked in a fierce battle with the Governors of New Path for years over his desire to rid the entire city of religion once and for all. Jake had been raised in the halls of the New Path Chapel, which was the only chapel left, and he treasured his childhood memories there. His entire life’s work was to help convert the people of NEE to New Path and lead them into a new life of righteousness and virtue. Seth didn’t waste any time in holding up his megaphone, and yelling out, “This wasn’t God’s purpose when he built the Earth! He didn’t want this immorality and this sin!”. The megaphone was swiftly removed from Seth and he was violently dragged from his post next to his apprentice, right through the heckling crowd and outside of the complex gates. He attempted to shout back to Jake but disappeared in a sea of photographers, and the media circus surrounding the complex gates. 

Jake felt a lump in his throat as he turned back to see what lay before him. An entire city all gathered to celebrate one man’s greed. The CEO held up his hands which were covered with leather embroidered gloves to quiet the crowds. 

“I welcome you all here today to celebrate five years of New Earth Entertainment,” he said. He spoke quietly and eloquently, yet his voice carried far across the hoards of people as he was wearing an inbuilt microphone. “It is a wonderful day for all of us,” he continued, his eyes scanning the different groups of his fans. “I have planned the unveiling of a very special new gaming centre for you all today. A place where fantasy quite literally becomes reality. A place where all of your dreams will come true. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you……the wife experience!”.

 The crowd broke into screams of adoration and applause as the entire top penthouse suite of NEE, which had been up until now blacked out lit up, bedazzling the crowds further. Jake tiptoed and craned his neck to see over all of those in front of him and mistakenly knocked into a guard, who wasted no time in roughly grabbing him by the shoulders and shoving him through the clusters of people, until he was in front of the podium where the CEO was stood. He furrowed his eyebrows and stared at Jake, looking him up and down from head to toe. “What is your business here boy?” he asked, squinting. The crowd fell silent in shock at the CEO addressing a civilian.

“I….I…..I’m here to….,” stammered Jake, willing the right words to come out of his mouth. He felt useless. 

“I know you’re not here to sleep with one of these beautiful women,” he said, giving a wry smile, “So why are you here, boy?”

Jake had to think fast. What would Jesus have done in his situation? He remembered the burning bush in the wilderness where God had promised to teach Moses what to say to Pharaoh.

“I’m here to learn,” said Jake boldly, with a strength and powerful clarity from within that he himself wasn’t even aware he had.

“You’re a handsome boy,” said the CEO, and turning to look over his left shoulder, “Isn’t he, Dinah?”

She stepped forward and looked at Jake, piercing his moonstone blue eyes and staring into his white, innocent soul, until he felt she had seen every inch of his being. Her eyes were dark and full of fire, like a warrior queen in one of the fantasy novels he’d snuck into his bedroom as a child. “You want to save me?” she asked seductively, glaring down at him. She then pointed behind him, and motioned for him to look.  He turned slowly to see fleets of women in skimpy clothes along with their masters all gathered behind staring at him. “And them?” she said, “You want to save them too?”

“I do,” Jake brought his eyes up to look back at her and smile, but she had already disappeared off the podium and back inside the complex. 

The CEO grinned. “You want to see her again, don’t you? I can see it in your eyes,”

Jake had started his interviews at the NEE exactly one week after the launch, at the personal request of CEO Shang. “I like you,” he’d told Jake, when the guard had requested permission to shoot Jake in the head at point blank range with his 64 calibre rifle. “You’ve got heart. Come and learn for yourself. If you don’t sin by the end of your period here, I’ll give you ten girls to take out of town and convert,” 

Jake had been thrilled at the opportunity to prove his unwavering devotion to God and also to save some of those abused women. Seth, on the other hand, had been horrified by his assignment and outright forbade him to leave the chapel, insisting that it was too dangerous, “working in the modern day Sodom and Gomorrah, day after day,”. Jake had prayed long and hard before getting clearance from the longest serving Pastor at the chapel, whose word went above that of Seth. He’d penned a long note of sentiment to his mentor before he left the chapel; unbeknownst to him, never to return. 

The penthouse was unlike anything he had ever imagined in his twenty one years of living, and left him speechless. The security was hi tech and required a retinal scan and finger print, as well as a license club number to even enter into the first foyer of the New gaming pad. The main foyer was guarded by four highly trained security officers, as well as the CEO’s personal staff detail and two of his own bodyguards from his home country who had to be onsite at all times and accompany him anywhere. The foyer had plain white walls, but on closer inspection Jake was led to see that there were built in blue ray wireless computers inside the walls. The clients would have to enter several personal passcodes before they were finally brought face to face with a beautiful Polish hostess dressing in full black attire, who would smile sweetly and ask them, “What is your fantasy, Sir?” The clients would then specify not only physical attributes but personality traits too, and even certain quirks that their own wives had that they may want replicated within this arrangement. Dubbed “The Wife experience,” the men were then shown to mini pods in he elites lounge which were set up as actual mini apartments with kitchens and lounge combis, a bathroom and a love pod, or bedroom. This pleasure would cost them one thousand GBP for a weekly membership, and they were required to give a minimum of six months cancellation notice. These were the elite of the elite. 

Jake had no intention of conversing with anyone, but after just two days of staying in his own small makeshift apartment that they had set up for him on the bottom floor of the complex, he realised that he wanted some companionship, even just the odd word here and there. He had intended to spend one week solely in observation, but Dinah had other ideas. 

“Why are you doing this?” she asked him, one morning, shocking him out of his scripture induced trance. 

He looked up in shock to see her stood in his kitchen doorway with a crate of fresh food; an assortment of bagels, crepes with all of the trimmings, bottle water, and several other delicacies, all from the hot food kiosks on the bank roll of the NEE. She was wearing a white loose linen blouse and ripped denim jeans, in stark contrast to the tight red figure hugging dress she had been wearing on the day of the launch. He asked her to share a brunch with him, and told her that he wanted to help people, and to change the world.

“You can’t even change that woolly sweater,” she had said with a grin, nudging him playfully. He hadn’t had physical contact with a female since he was a child, and it felt nice. Warm. Like home. He soon learned that Dinah came from a small fishing village in the mountains of Libya, where her parents had both passed away, leaving her responsible for the entire upkeep of their business and her two younger sisters. When CEO Shangs delegates had come calling after being alerted that there were beautiful young girls living alone there, it was her or them. She made the choice to save her sisters, and any tips she received from her punters in the downstairs arcade she was allowed to send home to them to pay for their schooling in the city theyd been relocated to. 

“That’s….brave,” Jake said quietly.

“They’re all I care about,” replied Dinah, “And the girls here. I care about them too,”

 She certainly did. Dinah wasn’t selfish and didn’t live in survival mode with a self absorbed attitude like the other women he’d encountered while at NEE. She would often share her tips with the girls who had made less or tell lies to the security to help them out, sometimes even putting her own safety and good standing at risk. 

 She came earlier than expected one morning, and Jake was getting out of the shower. His muscular form shocked Dinah, and she slowly set down her usual brunch basket and stepped closer to him. He edged back slightly and asked, “Is it part of the game?”

“No,” she whispered back, running her fingers through his sandy blonde hair, “I love you, Jake,”

She let her dress slide to the floor and pushed Jake onto the side of the huge jacuzzi tub. She put one slender thigh in between his bulky legs and spread them apart, as his manhood doubled in size and began to throb uncontrollably. “You converted me,” she said, as she straddled him and lowered herself onto his huge erection with a loud moan of pleasure.

 Their affair continued for several weeks undetected, and it became violently passionate. Jake needed her like he needed air. He went from being a virgin to throwing her onto the bed and thrusting her thighs apart with his knee; he was that desperate to ravage this woman. One of these steamy romps led to a maid walking in and catching them in the act, before rushing back out again in shock. Jake was scared. He knew this went beyond what anyone had ever expected of the two of them and was scared not just for himself, but also for her. He had bid her goodbye and was thrusting his clothes into his duffel bag when the door flew open and CEO Shang stormed in. He was with two guards, one of whom was dragging Dinah by the hair as she yelled at him to be set free.

“Oh, Jake,” laughed the CEO, “When I invited you here to research the wife experience, I didn’t mean you’d actually find yourself a Christian wife, boy.” He turned to the guard, who handed him a hand gun, which he shoved into Jake’s quivering hands. The guard threw Dinah to the floor. 

“Shoot her,” he commanded Jake, who was struggling to hold the gun. It was so much heavier than he had imagined. 

“I…love her,” wept Jake, dropping the gun to the floor. 

“Shoot her or I’ll do It for you,” said the CEO in a calm tone. 

As Jake panicked, there was a huge ringing of gunshots, which made him jump in terror and look around wildly for Dinah. The guards and maid had shot the CEO straight in the back of the head and he was lay face down in front of Jake’s feet, hot blood oozing along the bathroom tiles. The maid was holding Dinah and rushing her out of the doors. The guard put his arm up to stop Jake from following. 

“She and the child are safe with Greta until she gives birth.” Said the guard. “You’re not,”

He pulled a sharp blade from his trench coat pocket and reached forward with one foul swoop, slashing Jake painfully across the face. The steel dragged along his skin and seemed to go on forever. 

“Transfer your life savings to the NEE account on your way out. Twenty grand will cover it. Then you’ve paid for her. She’s free. And the baby. You can tell God in confession,”