The Trophy

Claudia woke up from her dream disoriented and confused. Jesus, she had to be the only one who had dreams of the simpler things in life, she thought, as she sighed and got out bed. Thankfully Jackson, her husband, had not wanted any extracurricular activities after his day at the office yesterday, so she got a decent nice sleep for once. She quickly got herself ready for the day, though, really she had no plans other than to set by the pool for her hundredth time. Even with her husband’s strict rules, she was beginning to find life…..simply boring. All well, she thought, as she left her bedroom. At least, Jackson had finally found she a chauffeur that met his qualifications, so now she should be able to get out an about to met new people. Maybe she would finally make some friends other than Jackson’s, who just simple only wanted to try to get into her pants. 

First, before the pool, she decided to make her daily rounds of the house; checking to make sure the cleaning staff new their assignments, and she wanted to go over the menu for tonight’s dinner with the cook. She learned look ago to not let anything go to chance. If she slack off, then the staff would slack off, and she was in no mood for the punishment that was sure to follow if they did.

Satisfied that everything was in order, she made her way to the pool house to change into her bathing suit before diving into the cool water. She liked to do 50 laps daily to help her stay in shape, and the water refreshed her like no other, and in no time she was done and was able to relax on one of the many lounge chairs that dotted the pool deck with a good book. 

After a while, she found her attention drawn away from her to the chauffeur her husband on hired. It was odd that Jackson had hired a male chauffeur, she thought. The only male staff in the house was the pool boy, and that was only because he was gayer than a 10 dollar whore. So either, the chauffeur was gay, or her husband was testing her in some way. She frowned at the thought of what her husband might be up too. He never did anything without an ulterior motive.

Looking at her wrist watch, she saw that it was getting time for her daily afternoon session with the bath lady, and with a sigh she quickly ready herself for the show.   And then it she could do one more sweep of the house before Jackson arrived home for the evening. Hopefully, he would eat and go right to bed. Maybe he would continue stay out of hair for the rest of the evening. 

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Dinner, much like the everything else in her life, was a small affair that consisted of Jackson and Claudia sitting at each end of the large oak dining room table. The meal was just plain rice with some stir-fry vegetables. Jackson, like everything in his life other than Claudia, liked a simple meal. He had this weird concept that simple somehow meant healthier. Claudia did not see the logic in that, but learned long ago not question it. Now, she barely noticed the plaid vegetable as zero flavor bursting across her tongue as she took her first bite. 

“How was your day, dear” she boldly stated, as a way to break the silence of the room. Jackson huffed, “Same shit, different day.” Claudia merely nodded as she took another bite of her rice, before taking a deep breath and pushing on to what she really wanted to know. “Have you decided when the new chauffeur will be starting?” She asked. She knew she was pushing her luck, but she really wanted to know when she would be able to get out of the house. Her question was met by silence from the other end of the table. 

Suddenly, Jackson slammed his fist down on the table, making Claudia jump at the abruptness of flesh hitting hard wood. “Why”, he growled, “Can’t wait to get out and start whoring around on me. Is that it?”  

“No, you know I would never do that. I was just asking.” She said, a bit to quickly and knew as soon as the words left her mouth, that she had over played her cards with him tonight.

Jackson glared at her from the other side of the table before taking his plate and flinging it across the room. It smashed into the wall and broke into a million pieces. “You god damn bitch. Nothing ever satisfies you. Does it?” He yelled, as he got up from the table. “I’m going to bed.” He offhandedly said as he turned to leave the room before saying, “And clean that shit up, or there will be hell to pay tomorrow”.