Adventures of Slut Girl Pt. 01

"Sometimes. He's more into the fancy wines usually, but when he's getting his drunk on, he likes tequila shots and Coors light. He's against pills, meth, crack. We never got around to tripping, so there I have no idea." My phone chirped out Jackson's ringtone from over in my bag. I took the roach with me when I dug my phone out of the 'ugly hole'. "Did he pick the ringtone, or you?"

"I did." Grinning because I'd chosen Whitesnake's 'In the Heat of the Night's' guitar riff.

"Hornball. I gotta go to bed. Another early one tomorrow and more than likely even longer than today. Have a fantastic dinner and many, many orgasms after. Muah, love you, night." Helena groaned, giving me a quick hug and shuffling off to bed. I tossed the roach in the ashtray and headed off to my bed, to read his text alone.

'Hope you had a great night with the fam. I'm jealous that they get to spend time with you. Tomorrow night can't get here fast enough. We have reservations for seven thirty. I'll pick you up between six thirty and quarter of. I can't wait to see what you'll be wearing, just so I can figure out the fastest way to get it off of you.'

'I did have a great time. My aunt wants to inspect you, make sure you're worthy of her favorite niece. I think she just wants to see if she can steal you away, make you her love slave. I hope you'll like the dress I chose but I hope you like the lingerie underneath better. And I can't wait for you to get me out of it. You make me hot, burn.'

'Hmm, auntie inspection? Set it up whenever you can. I can't be her love slave, as I'm already yours. Though... well, we'll fix that soon enough... especially when you talk lingerie. I love lingerie, stroking through it, taking it off. Hot and bothered is how I want you. Not just damp. I want you soaking, dripping. I want my tongue inside you. I want to suck your clit, listen to you scream my name.'

'Oh dear God...' I thought, laying there under the covers, feeling exactly what he wanted, hot and bothered, needy. 'I really wish it was tomorrow night already. If it wasn't two thirty a.m., and he didn't live in the city, I'd figure out how to get him tonight. Now what to reply? Hmm...'

'I don't know about screaming as I really hope to be sucking your cock. My mouth will be full. I'll hum really, really loudly around your cock. Do you like your balls massaged hard or gently? Do you like them sucked? I love sucking cock while getting eaten, sixty nining. I think I cum harder with a cock in my mouth.'

'Mmm, woman...I like them firm...and yes, I like my balls sucked...I want to sink my cock down your throat, into your cunt. I want to feel your cunt muscles rippling along my length as you cum. For now, just my cock. I'll make sure you cum often and as hard as I can. Every time...I've been dreaming of you.'

'Sexy dreams starring me?! Really? Tell me about it?'

'I'll show you tomorrow night. Need to sleep sweet. Seven comes early. Sweet dreams.' I sighed with longing, plugging my phone in, setting my alarm, calculating time, six hours, or so, maybe. I hope I don't end up with bags under my eyes tomorrow, well, tonight. I thought, rolling over and snuggling under the covers, already dreaming of sex.

Chapter 4

The room was lit with candles, scenting the air with honeysuckle and vanilla. He was standing at the door, watching her walk across the room in that skimpy chemise. Her breasts gently moving side to side with every step she took, making his mouth water. She stood before him, barefoot and fearless, gazing up at him with a mischievous glint in her eye. A brief thought flew through his mind, 'I wonder what she's up to? What's she planning? God she drives me crazy.' As her hands slid over his shoulders, pressing herself against him, his hands slithered around her slim waist, resting easily on the swell of her ass.

"I've missed you." She whispered, raising herself on her toes to press her lips to his. He let her explore, learn him, his taste, his scent, his limits. Her tongue traced the seam of his lips until he opened his mouth, let his mingle with hers, taught her with increasing heat, to tangle. Her fingertips skimmed up along his neck, sending a shiver through his body, through his resolve to let her have her way, this first time together. She gazed up into his eyes, hers dark and full of trust, clouded with lust, flashing with the fear of innocence. He stroked his hands down her back, along her rib cage, soothing her as he would his precious horses. He danced her slowly through the room to his bed, feeling her nerves, her fears ratchet up a notch. Her hands slid down over his chest, over his belly, tentatively resting on his hips, dancing lightly over his skin, maddening the beast dwelling deep inside him.

"What are you doing up? ...hello?" Helena called, gently resting her hand on my shoulder. I blinked a few times, feeling a sliding, a shifting as I did.

"Wha...how?" I asked, looking around her living room, wondering how the fuck I'd gotten out here.

"What do you remember last?"

"Climbing into bed. Under the covers." I answered muzzily, scrubbing my hands over my face. "Coffee."

"Save that before you forget." Helena said, pointing to my tablet, still up and pulsating. I pressed the keys, glancing at the text absently. "And you probably should go back to bed for a few hours and then have coffee, read that over and see what you do when you think you're sleeping." I got up and made coffee anyway as she disappeared into the bathroom. While she got ready for work, I sat down with my coffee and started reading through what I'd written.

"How is it?" She asked, gathering her papers, sliding them gently into her attaché.

"Pretty good."

"Your subconscious seems to have a lot to say." She grinned, sliding her purse strap over her shoulder. "I know you're going to enjoy every second with Cassandra, so I'll wish you all the luck in the galaxy for your meetings this afternoon and many, many orgasms tonight with Jackson! I expect a full and detailed accounting tomorrow night with Jazz and Keely. Pizza, beer, chick flick, rehash of incredisex."

"As you wish!" I returned her grin as she skipped out the door. Hera stalked into the living room, checking her food dish as she passed it, jumping up onto the arm of the couch. "Well, good morning." She deigned to gaze at me for a while then started washing herself, ignoring me completely. "Well, back to it, for a while anyway." I set the alarm on my phone, to give me an hour and a half to play, so I wouldn't be late for brunch with Cassie, and got sucked in.

I barely heard the alarm going off, heard it from such a distance. 'How can I be so far away? Gotta get ready. Can't be late for Cass.' I dragged myself back, fighting for every step forward, watching as my fingers moved to save, to shut down completely. My mind was as blank as the screen in front of me and I was grateful. I drank down my luke warm coffee and got ready for my brunch date. I skidded to halt on my stilted shoes outside Maggio's entrance, collecting myself and checking the time, two minutes to spare, whew. I pulled the door open and walked inside to the hostess station.

Cassie had managed to score a window table, overlooking the gardens, which she knew I loved. I took the seat opposite her after we exchanged warm hugs, ordering an espresso grande as I did.

"Heard you've got a hot date tonight." Cassie stated plainly, eyeing me over the rim of her cup. Her blue eyes, bright and sparkling.

"That I do. What kind of info do you want now?"

"Just the usual." It's in moments like this, I really wish my daughter had used her scholarships for something other than criminology and forensics. Maybe she could've at least taken one, just one, basket weaving class.

"Maybe. And you already know as much as I do, if not more."

"Maybe. He's pretty squeaky."

"And you want more, why?" I asked, playing eeny-meeny-miney-moe with my brunch choices in my head.

"You're my mom, is that reason enough?" she smiled sunnily at my scowl.

"Oh, if only you were ten again and I could ground you to your room."

"That didn't work even when I was ten." She shrugged, ordering the Western omelet, bacon, English muffins, grilled and home fries, on the crispy side. When our waitress turned to me, I made it a double with a smile. "You've got meetings today?"

"Yeah, one at Maria's Pastry shop in the North End the other at the Inn at Marina Harbor."

"Quite the ride between the two."

"Only twenty minutes."

"Without traffic...on a Sunday morning...in January. Let me drive you today."

"If that's what you wanted why didn't you just pick me up this morning?" I asked, my coffee being refilled.

"Because I had a meeting this morning."

"And my vehicle?"

"We'll have plenty of time to drop it off ay Helena's before your first meeting."

"What else is going on?" I watched my oldest for tells that only I, as her mother, knew.

"Other than Benjy making his usual noise? Nothing."

"What song is he singing now?"

"The 'you owe me' song." I shook my head amazed. I left him three years ago, giving him his 'freedom' to do as he wished, where he wished, with whomever he wished. I didn't bother, too often, looking back on that destructive time in my life. Every so often he'd pop up, mouth off until somebody paid him to just go away. So far, it hadn't been me paying him, thank heavens. "He's singing it to his former boss, Ivar Magnussen. Ivar's getting sick of him and his antics and his belligerent drunken escapades. It won't be long until he's gone on his bender again." I sent a silent prayer to heaven that never should our paths cross ever again, in any lifetime. Our meals came, effectively ending that troublesome conversation. I figured as long as she wanted to, I'd let Cassie chauffer me around, at least until it was time to get ready for my date and I said so as we were finishing our meals.

"Good. I'll follow you back to Helena's and it's off to the North End we go. Just so you know, I promised Nanan some of those cannolis and the puff pastries."

"Like she should be having those."

"They aren't for her."

"Then who?"

"Frank Mitchell."

"Frank? But?"

"They've been spending time together for the last six months. Dinners out. Movies. He's even taken her dancing a few times."

"You've already done his in depth checkup haven't you?"

"Not much there I didn't know. He's good for her. She's seriously less bitchy since she started getting some on a regular basis."

"Cassandra!"

"It's the truth."

"But, still...that's your grandmere you're talking about."

"I know first-hand how Nanan can be. I have lived there for the last eighteen years."

"Do you..." I began, feeling a lump rising in my throat.

"I'm grateful. She gave me some stability, which I needed. Some rules, responsibilities, she helped me figure out what I wanted to do, how to go about getting it. I don't hate you. Every day is a new day isn't just for the junkie y'know." I saw respect in my daughter's eyes, knew I earned it, every single day. "I'll meet you at Helena's. No dawdling."

"I'll get there." I said, climbing up into my antique pick-up, starting the engine, listening to the soft rumbling purr, as I buckled in. Hearing nothing that wasn't supposed to be there, I shifted into first, easing out the clutch. I'd set the radio to the local country station when I'd installed it, and now it was blaring out Conor Mathews newest hit. Of course I sang along, badly but I sang it badly with feeling.

As I stopped for a red light, the d.j announced the phone number and caller number to win tickets to Conor's concert tomorrow night. I'd already programmed the number in my phone, so I touched the right spot and guess who got those two tickets? Yep, I did. I was shrieking loud enough to drown out the beeping horns behind me. I gave them my info, added a stop at the station to collect my tickets to my to-do list while in the city and sat through another red light, like a dumb ass. As soon as the light changed I was through it, flying down the road to the right that took me to my sister's, bouncing gleefully in my seat. I pulled into her driveway, music still cranked, at least until the song was over, shut it down, locked it. I was dancing from my truck to Cassie's Expedition, watching her shaking her head at her insane mother.

"What's got you in a bother?"

"Not a bother at all! I just scored two tickets to Conor Mathews's concert tomorrow night. Along with backstage passes and..." I sighed, grinning like a loonie.

"Cool! Who're you taking? You need a driver?"

"Sorry, one of the package perks is limo service to and from. I'm thinking Jazz."

"Jazz? Seriously? The only thing she likes about Conor Mathews is his body. She said his music sucked but his ass was quite fine. Take me instead. I actually like his music. C'mon Mom!" she pleaded pulling down the road back to the main intersection, catching the tail of the green light. I kept mum for a while, listening to her plead, whine and finally, resort to blackmail, before I told her yes. She zipped between cars on the highway like she was playing a game, rarely touching her brakes, until she slid onto the off ramp. In minutes, she was pulling into the station's lot, dropping me off at the door.

With my kind of ugly bag over my shoulder, I entered the building and took the elevator up to the fifth floor. I gave my info to the receptionist at the desk and she asked me to sit for a minute. The two djs, whose show that I'd won them on, came out to meet me and personally hand over my winnings. Pictures taken, publicity, yadda yadda whatever. I think I skipped all the way from the elevator out to Cassie's waiting truck. Once inside and buckled again, I handed over the envelope for her perusal.

"Nice, nice. Aww, wicked! Oh Maman, this is one freaking awesome night to be!" She grinned, her eyes dancing wickedly.

"I know, I can hardly wait!" I grinned, shuffling all the paperwork back into the envelope, tucking it safely inside my kinda ugly bag. I think I blinked and she'd gotten us over to the North End and was searching carefully for a parking space down the narrow brick roads. With a golden ray of sunshine guiding her, she found one, three doors down from the bakery. Arm in arm, we walked to the bakery, admiring the window boxes of glorious flowers of the neighboring homes. Inside the door she gave me hug for luck and went to the counter, ordering in fluent Italian when her turn came next, amazing me all the more. I turned, instantly finding my appointment, standing at the table beside me.

She was a petite little thing, probably no more than five three, long mink brown hair, pulled back with a frilly headband. Slim with what my grandmother would call 'child-bearing' hips, giving her an upside down pear shape. I took the hand she held out giving it a brief, firm shake and joined her at the table. An extra-large espresso with a silly grinning cat in the foam and a chocolate pastry appeared before me, amazing Giselle across the table.

"Do they know you here?" She asked, her hazel eyes wide.

"No," I laughed, "my daughter ordered this for me while she got some items for her grandmere." I gazed at her across the table, taking in her nervousness by her constantly moving fingers, her honesty in her clear return appraisal and asked, "Why should I take you on as an agent?"

She began, her voice a soft fluttery alto that relaxed into a warm, melodic low soprano as she warmed to her shpiel. I listened, nodding in all the right spots, impressed with the huge number she casually threw out, delicately eating my pastry. Forty five minutes later, I told her I'd look over the contracts and make a decision before Monday, rose from the table, told her how much I'd enjoyed our meeting and shook her hand again before I left.

She'd given me so much more to think about. Her contacts were bigger, more nationwide, and more influential than Jackson's. And she hadn't seduced me as he did. Though the carrot she dangled was a lot tastier looking, a lot more lucrative, it was for three books, which I wasn't prepared for. For now the folder with her contract was tucked into the kinda ugly bag, right beside the envelope with the tickets. Cassie waited for me to buckle in before she pulled easily down the narrow road.

"Well?" she asked, merging into the moderately heavy, lunch, early afternoon traffic with ease.

"She's offering a bigger debut. National debut."

"Wow! Awesome! What else?"

"A lot more money."

"Well, color me amazed. I figured that."

"She mentioned the New York Times. Twice."

"What's the down side?"

"Multiple books."

"Yikes. Nice way to put a gentle pressure on ya to produce, I guess. I'll go over all of them tonight with 'licia. We'll pick them apart for you. No clause can remain hidden from us for long. Crap, why are we fricking stopping?!?" I looked ahead, seeing a snarl growing, felt her shift into the breakdown lane hit the off ramp and skim past two other cars, slide right through another intersection. I was lost in seconds as she seemed to take random turns, gunned the truck through industrial areas, slowing slightly in the residential areas, until she found an on ramp and gunned it even faster.

"Geez, who taught you to drive? The FBI?" I asked, letting my death grip on the oh-shit handle release.

"Actually, yeah. Well, they refined what I already knew." She grinned at me, her mirrored shades flashing quickly at me.

"This is why Nanan won't drive with you."

"Nanan is a control freak who doesn't like anybody's driving. Especially when she's the worst driver."

"I know. I'll shut up now." I said, breathing a little easier as she cruised through the main road traffic. I could just barely catch a whiff of the ocean as we got closer. Even through neighborhoods I'd shuttled through with Benjy, I noticed the changes. The good and the bad. The Inn was in the same complex as Benjy's old work, which in itself was enough to give me a queasy, watched feeling, which my daughter noticed.

"Want me to come in?" she offered, noticing my nervous, darting glances. I nodded, unable to speak. Benjy's turf. Turf of the rich and almost famous. His old boss, Ivar, was one of the owners of the Inn. I'd always been polite, cordial to him, even when his eyes had crawled over me, like scurvy beetles. I took a deep breath, said a quick prayer and collected my bag. We made quite the picture as we walked across the lot, I thought catching our reflection in the glass doors. The breeze from the bay behind the Inn brought a brisk, salt laden scent to my nose, reminding me of who I was, who I've become.

Inside, we went into the bar where Gordon Williams was waiting for me. Another hour over appetizers and a cocktail, he gave me his shpiel. Some of the same benefits, fair money offer, still a multiple deal. Again, I told him I'd make a decision on Monday. I joined Cassie on the other side of the bar.

"Guy looks like a weasel." She said when I sat beside her. "Good deal?"

"Fair, still a multiple. I know I'm not ready for that. So far, only Jackson's agreed to a one off with options for more."

"That's what negotiations are for. And what we, your daughters..."

"Good evening. I know I know you but your name escapes me." Ivar said, standing beside me, leering obviously into my cleavage.

"It's been a long time Ivar. How've you been?" I smiled my most polite smile. His eyes raised from my bust to my face. He rambled on about himself and his interests long enough for Cassie to finish her drink and nudge me, twice. "I'm so sorry, Ivar but I have another appointment I can't miss. We'll get together soon!" I did the air kiss thing and got away with barely a breast grope. Only inside Cassie's truck did I shudder convulsively, making urking noises.