The Booby Trapper

***All characters are over 18 and are fictional. Any resemblance to any real-life persons or situations is purely coincidental.

Author's Note: In case anyone recognizes this story, I had this story published here over a year ago but then took it down to make some edits.

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Brandi didn't realize what time it was when she left the office. She usually stayed later when everyone else left, but never this late. She was finishing up the last of her real estate listings online and answering emails from potential buyers when she got a text from her friend Rachel, who she hadn't seen in ages. She was asking Brandi if she was on her way and realized she was twenty minutes late to meet her. She made up an excuse for why she was late, closed her computer, and ran out the door.

She had no time to go home and change; she would have to go in her pantsuit and fix her hair and makeup in the cab ride to meet Rachel. She had fixed herself up as best she could just as the cab arrived at a wine bar; she usually meets Rachel and some of her other friends. In the lobby of the wine bar, there was a hanging mirror, and she checked herself once more to make sure she looked alright. Her makeup was good, and long blonde hair was not perfect but straight, and there were no stray hairs. The pink pantsuit she was wearing was business casual enough to go out in. When she first came to these places in her early twenties, she used to wear short dresses which showed off her perfect body, but now she was thirty, and it just wasn't her style anymore. She kind of missed how she used to dress; she never had to pay for a drink. But she was a professional woman now, so it wasn't proper.

She went inside and found her friend sitting on a stool at the bar. She was being hit on by some guy, and she politely declined his advances. Rachel already had a boyfriend, but that didn't mean men stopped hitting on her. Rachel was a cute brunette with an athletic body; she had a decent-sized bust, but her ass was her best feature. She was wearing a short blue dress with matching heels. The guy who was flirting walked away just as Brandi came up to her. They hugged and exchanged greetings before Brandi took a stool next to her. Brandi was about to order a drink, but Rachel already had one ready for her.

"It's been a while, hasn't it?" Rachel asked.

"A few months, I believe. What have you been up to?"

"The same old stuff," she replied. "Work, TV, gym, boyfriend stuff, blah, blah, blah."

"Well, at least you have a boyfriend," said Brandi, feeling envious.

With the way Brandi has been burning the midnight oil the last several months, she hasn't had much time for dating. In fact, she had missed at least three good booty calls from some ex-boyfriends which she would've accepted if she had just paid attention.

"How's the fabulous James doing, by the way?" Brandi asked.

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about," said Rachel. "I need to break up with him."

"What? Oh no, I thought things were going well for you guys."

Brandi never met James, but from what she had seen from Rachel's social media, she thought they were having a lot of fun together. She even looked up James's socials and saw he was a pediatrician who once competed in the Olympics for swimming and runs blood drives. Maybe there was more to what was going on between them since nobody shows what they're really like on social media.

"Things are good, but I'm just not into him anymore."

"Really?" Brandi asked, looking surprised. "From everything I've seen, he seems like such a good catch."

"If you want him, you can have him," Rachel told her.

"I just might," Brandi joked as she sipped her wine.

"No, I'm serious," said Rachel. "In fact, that's the main reason I asked you here; I want to set up a trap for him."

Brandi almost did a spit take with her wine but quickly stopped herself.

"Please don't tell me you're asking me what I think you're going to ask," said Brandi.

"It is what you're thinking. I need you to booby trap him for me."

Brandi rolled her eyes in annoyance before drinking more of her wine.

"Please stop using that term; I hate it," said Brandi.

"You came up with that term," said Rachel.

Rachel wanted out of her relationship with James, and her best friend Brandi was her only way out of it. There was nothing really wrong with James; he was, in all senses, a good catch. He was handsome, fit, treated her well, always got along with her friends, and had a well-paid job. The problem was that they had nothing in common. While she was a party girl who liked to go clubbing and getting wild on the dance floor, he enjoyed nice dinner outs and hanging out with friends in bars and never getting drunk. While she was into trashy TV shows, he enjoyed good TV dramas. While she liked to vacation in hotspots where she could jet ski, go out in sexy bikinis, and again party, he liked to go mountain climbing, visit ancient ruins, and do other things where he could expand his mind.

The only thing keeping them together was the great sex between them. He was the best guy she has ever had sex with, including the three guys she has cheated on him with in the last year. She knew it was a mistake cheating on him, but she couldn't help herself; she wasn't into committed relationships, which made her relationship with James more of a problem. She had thought about just telling him that she had cheated on him, but she didn't want to look like the bad guy in the breakup, even though she clearly was being a bad person. She was aware of how selfish she was being, which did make her feel guilty.

"You're cheating on him?"

"I can't help myself," said Rachel. "I'm just not into monogamy like most people; I need a variety. I don't want to keep cheating on James, and I don't want to hurt his feelings either, so I thought maybe I could find another way."

"And you think I'm the best way?" Brandi asked.

"I can break up with him easily, and he would at least get laid by another sexy woman. It might help him to move on from me if he knows he can have other options."

"I'm not sure that will work," said Brandi.

"It always worked for you," Rachel said, smiling. "You were once the best at it, after all."

"Don't remind me."

"It's why they used to call you--"

"Please don't say it," Brandi begged.

"The booby trapper."

Brandi finished off her wine, then signaled the bartender she wanted another glass filled, and he got to her right away.

"I fucking hate that name," said Brandi. "So, why do you want to break up with him anyway?"

Rachel could think of only one way out of her situation, a method Brandi used to use a lot back in college but hasn't used since then. The method was simply called "the booby trap," in which she would seduce someone's boyfriend that they didn't want to be involved with anymore by sleeping with them, giving them just cause to break up with them. It was called the booby trap because of how Brandi would use her large 34DD breasts to lure the men. Once she sleeps with the guy, she would pretend to confess to his girlfriend out of guilt, or in some cases the guy himself feels guilty about cheating and confesses, then the girlfriend would use this as the perfect excuse to break up with the guy without herself looking like the villain in the breakup.

The idea started by accident with Brandi. She wasn't always the professional woman she is now; back in college she was a total party animal. There wasn't a nightclub, frat party, or social event that she didn't want to attend and have a good time. She used to dance all night and get drunk pretty regularly. Despite this lifestyle, she still somehow managed a 3.8 GPA.

Then one night, she drank too much and ended up seducing one of her sorority sister's boyfriends and slept with him. The boyfriend wanted to keep it a secret, but Brandi felt so guilty about it she confessed to it a couple of days later, and to her surprise, the sorority sister thanked her and gave her a big hug. Apparently, she had been wanting to break up with her boyfriend for some time, and Brandi handed her the perfect excuse to do so and not look like the bad guy in the situation. He was kind of a big man on campus, and it would've made her look bad if she broke up with him, but when he cheated on her with a friend of hers, nobody could blame her for dumping him. Afterwards, Brandi's friend was so grateful to her she got her a new cell phone to thank her. It was a very expensive phone too, which gave Brandi an idea for a new business venture.

When Brandi told Rachel what happened, they both thought it was a great way of how one could easily break up with a guy without any repercussions toward them. You blame the person who cheated, not the person who didn't want to be involved with a cheater. It was still a very deceitful way of breaking up with someone, but it was still a good plan.

That's when Brandi told Rachel of her idea in which she could do this as a kind of service for women on campus, if they pay her a fee. Rachel said it sounded like prostitution, but Brandi shrugged it off as only being on the line of prostitution. The men wouldn't be paying her for sex; in fact, they wouldn't even know she was paid to sleep with them; it was their girlfriends who would pay her for this service. Rachel still thought it was prostitution, but she continued to listen to her friend's crazy idea.

Brandi wanted to test if this idea could work; that's when Rachel told her she knew of a classmate of hers who wanted to break it off with her clingy boyfriend, who always made her feel bad whenever she tried to break up with him. If Brandi could seduce the guy and sleep with him, even he wouldn't blame her for breaking up with him when she found out. They went to Rachel's friend and told her what Brandi could do for her for the right price. Surprisingly, she got on board with the idea very quickly as she really wanted to get rid of her boyfriend. Rachel's friend was also from a wealthy family, so she was able to pay Brandi $1,000 to get the job done.

Brandi found the guy at a frat party the following weekend. She told the woman who hired her to stand him up, saying she had to study late. She introduced herself as a friend of his girlfriend, and they began chatting, and during that time he couldn't help looking at her tits. She came to the party wearing a very slutty dress which showed off plenty of her large breasts; she felt they were key to getting the guy. The method of using her breasts like this is why she started calling it a booby trap. It sounded ridiculous, but she liked the sound of it, and it worked like a charm.

Within an hour, she had him in the palm of her hands as she got him dancing and drinking with her all night. After she made out with him a little, she convinced him to take her back to his dorm room. There, she fucked him, gave him the best time of his life. The next day, the girlfriend confronted him about it, putting on a good show to show how upset she was that he cheated on her and broke it off with him. He felt so guilty for cheating on her, he never even tried to get her back.

Brandi earned her money, and soon, she started finding other women who were in need of her specific services. She decided she would only provide this service just for that particular situation and nothing more. She didn't want to start making up excuses to get paid to fuck men for other reasons; it was only to help women break up with men cleanly. Also, because of this specific niche in her business plan, it would limit how many men she would be sleeping with so she wouldn't become a full prostitute.

There weren't a lot of women who needed this special service, but during her time in college she met enough of them to keep her in business. She even continued this for a couple of years after college until she stopped. Rachel never got involved with this herself, but she did help Brandi find some clients and got a commission for it. Brandi estimated she had been paid for this service somewhere between thirty and forty times, never failing once. Because she was so successful at this side hustle of hers and how she used her best physical feature to ensnare her targets, she had become known to some people as 'the booby trapper.'

"It was a great service you provided," said Rachel.

"It was prostitution," Brandi replied.

"No, it wasn't. It was a service with a specific niche where--"

"Yes, remember all of that," said Brandi. "Those were just excuses I made up to cover up the fact that I was paid to have sex with men. No matter what reasons they were, or how it was done, it still made me a prostitute."

"Yeah, I never bought those excuses either," Rachel admitted "But you were having fun, so I went along with it for you."

"I admit, I did have fun doing all of that," Brandi said, smiling as she reminisced in her mind about a few of her favorite men she was paid to sleep with.

"Then have some fun now and come out of retirement one last time for me."

She thought about it for a moment. It was tempting to try one more time; she made good money and had fun having sex with all those men. But the main reason she stopped was that she had become a more professional woman; one of the top earners at the real estate firm she worked at. She didn't need to make that kind of money anymore, especially now that she was earning it legitimately.

"Sorry, Rachel, I'm going to have to say no," she told her. "Sure, it was fun, and I still have fond memories of it, but that's not me anymore."

"Please, you have to do this for me," Rachel pleaded. "We have nothing in common. It needs to end."

"Then break up with him."

"And look like the bad guy in this? I can't."

"You're already the bad guy in this," Brandi said sternly. "You're cheating on him, and you're trying to get someone to seduce him so you can break up with him."

"Fine, I admit it, I am the bad guy here," said Rachel. "But let me ask you this; when's the last time you had sex?"

The question stunned Brandi; she felt it was a low blow.

"That's not important," Brandi replied.

"That long, huh?" Rachel asked with a smug smile.

"Fine, I admit it, it's been a while," she said, then sipped her wine. "A year, actually."

"A year? Oh my god, I didn't think it was that long," Rachel asked, looking completely stunned. "Even if you stopped booby-trapping men, you're still hot; you should have several guys hitting you up for a booty call."

Brandi decided not to tell her about the few booty calls she had missed in the last year because she was working too hard.

"You should do this at least so you could get laid yourself," said Rachel. "You've seen pictures of James; you know how attractive he is, and I guarantee he's great in bed."

Thinking about how long it had been since she had sex was definitely making Brandi lean towards saying yes now. She knows James is hot from what she has seen on Rachel's social media, and if what she said about his sexual skills is true, she would have a good time. She already admitted to missing being the booby trapper, despite how much she was against going back to it.

Finally, she decided to go ahead, come out of retirement, and do this one-time job for her friend. After that, she would definitely retire, and no more of this special service, no matter who asks. There's just one detail she wanted to iron out with Rachel before she agrees.

"How much?" Brandi asked.

"Excuse me?"

"How much will you pay me for this?" Brandi asked. "And I'm not expecting the same amount I used to charge back in college. If you want the booby trapper to come out of retirement, you have to make it worth my while."

Rachel was happy because this meant Brandi was going to help her. She already planned to pay her for her service; no reason to do this for free. She was just waiting for the right time to bring up payment.

"Ten grand," said Rachel.

Brandi's jaw dropped as she was completely shocked by Rachel's offer. She used to charge her clients a thousand dollars and was expecting Rachel to say about two thousand, and from there Brandi would try to negotiate for something a little more. But she did not expect Rachel to offer her that much money just to fuck a guy.

"Are you serious?" Brandi asked.

"I know you do well in real estate, but you should've joined me on Wall Street," said Rachel. "I can afford it, and I'm sure it would be worth the money."

"Ok, I accept," Brandi said happily. "But I have one condition; I don't want you to be mean to James when you break up with him. I've seen so many women I've done this for make the man they set up feel bad about cheating on them just so they could play a bigger victim role. There were a few guys who probably deserved it, but I knew most of them didn't'. I always felt bad about that, so I don't want you to do this to James."

"Don't worry, I do feel a little guilty doing this, so afterwards, I'll break up with him nicely.

They toasted to the return of the boob trapper and began hatching their plan.

THREE DAYS LATER

Brandi and Rachel were back at the wine bar, only this time Brandi was more dressed up for the night she was planning to have. Rachel told James to meet her here to have a drink with her and Brandi, whom he had never met before, before heading out to a nightclub she wanted to check out. James wasn't much of a nightclub kind of person, but he agreed this time because he wanted to meet one of Rachel's old college friends. But Rachel would be gone by the time James had arrived. She would send texts telling them that she couldn't make it tonight and that he should go to the club with Brandi without her.

"Are you sure this would work? Would he even be into me?" Brandi asked.

"Are you serious?" Rachel asked. "You're a hot blonde with big tits wearing a slutty dress. I'm sure there have been gay guys who would want to fuck you."

Brandi wanted to brag that she actually had a few gay guys who wanted to fuck her, but she resisted.

They were at an end of the wine bar where they could see the entrance. As soon as they saw James, that's when Rachel snuck away and started typing the texts he wanted to send him on her phone.

James came in wearing a stylish button-down shirt and trousers, ready to go clubbing with his girlfriend and her best friend. Brandi got a good look at him; he was tall, muscular, and his face looked like a cross between Jon Hamm and Ryan Gosling. She had no idea why Rachel would give up on a sexy guy like him, but she thought it was her loss. It has been over a year since she had sex, and if Rachel was ready to give him up, she was more than ready to have her shot at him, even if it's just for one night.

Brandi was wearing a tight, short white dress which showed off plenty of cleavage on top. Since she had gotten to the bar dressed like that, she had already gotten two free drinks. Despite how she already looked, she still hiked up her dress an extra inch and fluffed up her tits a little to show more cleavage.

James came to the area where Brandi was looking around for her and Rachel.

"Hey there, handsome," she said to him.

James looked at her and had a big smile after he got a good look at the woman who was speaking to him.

"Hello," he said nervously. "I'm sorry, I'm waiting for someone."

"You're James, right?" Brandi asked, which got his attention. "I'm Brandi, Rachel's friend."

"Oh, I'm sorry, it's great to meet you."

He put up his hand to shake hers, but she ignored that and hugged him. She gave him an extra hard hug to push her tits against him, getting him slightly aroused and giving him a good idea of what her body feels like against his.

She pulled back from the hug and got a good look at him.

"Damn, you are looking good tonight," she said, continuing her friendly flirtation.