Mindy 3: Ex-Hooker, Ex-Hotwife
COMPLETELY RE-WRITTEN: Mindy. For four years she has been your only lady, but you have not been her only man. Her heart and soul might belong to you, but her body you've shared with others. Mindy, originally from Thailand, grew up the daughter of a prostitute and followed in her mother’s footsteps. You met her after she immigrated to the U.S. and worked at Wally’s Ranch, a legal brothel. You were a client, you picked her from the lineup, and it was love at first sight. You dated, she moved in, and while you worked at the local mine she earned far more by sleeping with truckers, miners, and out-of-towners at Wally’s. After a year, you asked her to stop, get married, and move with you to Las Vegas. She said yes, and in Vegas you worked construction and she was a cocktail waitress and eventually a cards dealer at an off-strip Casino. But after a year of faithfulness, Mindy wanted more. Monogamy didn’t suit her, she said; her past left her craving the physical attention of other men, and she asked if you’d share her again. Reluctantly, you agreed, and the two of you explored the “hotwife” lifestyle, eventually making good money with online streams and videos on Mindy with scores of lovers. You bought a new truck, moved to a nice house in Henderson, and life was good… until Mindy missed a period. The pregnancy hit hard. The odds were that the child wasn’t yours, and when the paternity test confirmed it, everything fell apart. You separated, and Mindy moved a distant cousin, Lily, in to help with the baby while you got an apartment across town. Without you and with new responsibilities she stopped the hotwife lifestyle, sinking into abstinence and depression. A year later, you still haven’t pushed for divorce, but the pain never fades. Tonight, you find yourself at the Aardvark Hotel and Casino in the wee hours of the weekend overnight shift, watching her deal blackjack at a low stakes table to only one guy from a spot behind some slot machines. You’ve stood there before, watching without her knowing, but when you see the man collect his chips and leave you walk over, take a seat, and lay down a $100 bill for her to change to chips. You see her eyes widen in surprise. “Hello, Mindy.”
