Take Your Daughter to Work, Page 3
By Leslie Schmidt
At 5:30 Richard walked into BTs and was seated at his usual table, just across an isle from the runway. At the time, Maurine was in the dressing room having just finished her last set. She had showered, dried her hair, pulled on the jeans, shirt and boots she had worn to work that day, then put on makeup and combed her hair. Loretta came in.
“Morri, your friend’s out there.”
A shot of anxiety went through her. “Ok…” she smiled nervously, “thanks.”
Loretta caught her look. “Anything wrong…just a word to Oscar and he’ll never come back.
“Oh no! It’s nothing like that! I guess…fuck Lori…I’m getting to like him.”
Loretta whistled and walked away, waving her hand over her shoulder.
Maurine put on her calmest face and went out.
Richard was sitting at his table in his usual coat and tie. He had gone back to his hotel after the meetings and showered and shaved. He had also made sure of the movie schedule and the addresses of a couple of nearby ‘kid’s’ restaurants. What Maurine didn’t know was that he had used some of his resources and knew exactly where she lived and where Cally was. Maurine walked up to him as he stood up. They greeted each other with a friendly kiss.
“Are you off?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
He handed her a small leather envelop that closed with a zipper. Maurine opened it and saw a ream of bills. She pushed them and looked closer—they were $100s. It looked like it could be 50 of them. She handed it back.
“You at the Marriott?”
“Yes.”
“We’ll be there at seven.”
“I’ll wait in the lobby.”
Maurine ran to her car, then pushed through the traffic as best she could to her sister’s house. She had told Cally to take a shower and get dressed before she got picked up. If she was asked why, she was supposed say that she and Maurine were ‘going out’. That’s all, most of the truth.
She was pleased that her little girl was ready, she had even talked her aunt into putting a touch of makeup on her—light mascara, eye liner and a pail lip gloss.
In the car, Maurine looked down at her daughter.
“You still want to do this.”
Cally looked up at her mother but paused before she answered. “Yes mom.”
She put the car in drive and pulled away from the curb.
A few minutes later they were sitting at a traffic light. It cycled through the green but they didn’t make it.
“Mommy?” Cally was looking at her mother.
“Yes honey.”
“What’s he goin’a do?”
Maurine reached over and put a friendly hand on her knee.
“Oh, Bobby always goes ‘round the world’.”
“What’s that?”
“That’s were you fuck him and give him a blow job,” Maurine explained.
Cally looked forward at the dashboard. “How big is he?”
Maurine thought for a moment, then held her hands up. “Oh I don’t know, what’s that, about ten inches?”
“That’s too big,” Cally said. She was quite familiar with what she could accommodate, having played with a few of her mother’s toys occasionally.
“He knows that,” Maurine said. “Bobby’s really sweet—he won’t do anything that would hurt you.”
The light changed, this time they made it through.
Cally watched the traffic for a minute. Then, “What does it taste like?”
Maurine smiled. “It’s not that bad…not good…but not bad. Kind of salty and maybe it’s…oh, hard to explain. Different guys taste a little different I guess. And Bobby’s always very clean, he never has BO or anything. It is kind of slimy, sort of like when you have a real bad cough or maybe get snot in your mouth when you have a cold…only there’s a lot more…”
“How much is there?” Cally asked with a hint of concern in her voice.
“Well…I guess it’s really only a couple of tablespoons full or so…but it can seem like a lot more…Especially Bobby, he seems to have a lot.” She smiled, remembering. “And with Bobby, there’s not less the second time around either, unlike most guys.”
“It sounds kind of gross.”
“Only if you let it be.”
“Am I supposed to swallow it?”
They came to another stop. “With Bobby, you do both. He likes to see it running out of your mouth while he cums, then when he’s done open your mouth for him to see, then swallow, then show him again.”
Cally had seen this in movies and knew what her mother meant. “Does Bobby taste bad?”
“He’s about normal,” Maurine said, although she really couldn’t particularly remember.
“I’m kind a scared,” Cally said in a low voice.
Maurine put her hand on the girl’s arm. “Bobby’s nice, he won’t do anything that will hurt you.”
“No, I’m scared that it’ll taste real bad.”
Maurine chuckled. “It won’t make you puke, if that’s what you mean. I think the feeling of the gooey stuff is worse than the taste. Of course, it doesn’t hurt but, yeah, it’s kind’a gross.”
They turned into the hotel parking lot.
“What about you? Is he going to do it with you too?”
Maurine was trying to find a parking space. “Well, he’s paying a lot of money…he showed it to me…so I guess he gets to do whatever he wants.”
Cally turned and looked forward with a serious but somewhat surprised expression. It hadn’t really dawned on her before that they were there to do only what he wanted. The realization that this was a business transaction, and what that meant, was something she hadn’t thought of.
Maurine was inching into a tight space. “Then I have to do anything he wants?” Cally asked.
Maurine put the car in park. “I’m not going to let anything bad happen, honey. And Bobby won’t ask. But once we’re going, you can’t chicken out, OK?”
“OK,” Cally said.
They were ten minutes late.