herbutler: Her Smile Sara had been my best friend since college, but she’d always been in my shadow.
herbutler: Her Smile Sara had been my best friend since college, but she’d always been in my shadow. While I was successful, married, wealthy and in love with my own body, she was struggling, single, poor and didn’t realise her own worth.That all changed on Saturday night. We’d been at a bar. As usual, Sara was the drink fetcher, and she was at the bar. A guy had approached me. He was gorgeous. I always liked to play along and flirt. If I was single, I’d be taking this guy to bed sharpish!Sara returned with our drinks. The guy stopped mid sentence. His eyes went to Sarah’s chest, then her legs, then her face. “Wow”, he breathed. “You’re hot as FUCK!”Sara wasn’t interested. He wasn’t her type. But the damage was done. She smiled at me. This was the first man in history that had chosen her over me. We were silent, but she was basking in her victory. We finished our drinks. “I’ll get them”, I offered. Sara’s smile lit up the dark bar. She knew the significance. She knew her ‘superior’ best friend was no longer superior.I spiralled out of control quickly. On the way home, she mentioned the guy choosing her. “Any man would”, I admitted.“Would your husband?”, she teased. I nodded. Yes. The taxi arrived at her house. “Pay”, she snapped at me, climbing out of the cab. Minutes later, she was beaming, in her lingerie, as I ran my tongue over her foot. Our relationship was changed forever. In two months time, her takeover would be complete.Wealthy, successful, married and in love with her body would be terms that described Sara. My description? Poor, single, and a personal servant of my former BFF -- source link