Felicity's Story. The A-Z of Trophy Wives, #6

They're young, beautiful, with fast cars and luxury homes-with absentee, older husbands. Bored and lonely, each of our trophy wives has her own solution. Felicity had been a dancer when Phil spotted her, and the forty-something CPA had fallen for the lithe redhead writhing on the stage in front of him, wearing only a tiny sequined thong. It took him a week of visits to the seedy club to pluck up the courage to offer her a tip, and the fact it was a c note blew her mind.
The rest, they say, is history. Four years have passed, and Phil's career has taken off-meaning he does exactly that, sometimes for weeks at a time-all over the world. Left to her own devices, Felicity is bored and lonely, not to say frustrated. Dance is still her favorite form of exercise, and she keeps herself fit. One day, forgetting the gardeners are there, she decides to see if she's still got it-and performs a striptease just for herself in front of the mirrors in the home gym.
She's embarrassed when she realizes she's being watched. Embarrassed, yes, but incredibly turned on. She can't go back to stripping on stage, but maybe the web offers a solution.