Breaking And Entering With Steele

Another text came through then, just as AJ pulled into the incoming flight area.

DAD: She's waiting! Why are you not there yet!!!

AJ: I am here! Where is she at?

DAD: Are you in the right spot? Incoming flights, Gate A2!

AJ: That's where I'm at! Tell her to come outside!

DAD: You needed to PARK! She needs you to carry her bags! I swear to god, all you do is play video games and lay around the house like a fucking slob! I can't believe- CANNOT BELIEVE you were sleeping on the couch last night! Jesus Fucking Christ AJ! What a way to make a first impression!

AJ threw his phone to the passenger side seat where it bounced and then tumbled over the edge of the seat. Aggravated beyond comprehension, he bypassed the incoming flights section, circled around, and went to general parking, which was so insanely full, that it took him thirty minutes to find a spot, and even then, it was as far from the main building as humanly possible. AJ fished his phone out of the passenger floorboard and slammed the door shut before running for the building. It was $6.00 an hour to park, and he'd already used up almost half of that just finding a spot. What was worse was that he didn't bring any cash with him, and his debit card only had ten dollars on it. If he went over, he'd get an overdraft fee, which of course, his father would scream at him for.

Continuing to ignore the texts that constantly barraged his phone, AJ hurried as fast as he could, taking the elevator and the escalator, up, up, up to the fourth floor, and then he ran to the incoming gate. When he got there, one older man was sitting in a seat, looking as if he'd been sleeping there, a number of personal items scattered on the seats to his right and left.

"Is this A-2?" AJ asked the man.

"As far as I know," the man replied.

"Did you see a woman come through here?" AJ asked.

"Only a couple thousand today," the man replied.

AJ smirked. He had absolutely no idea who Candice was, or what she looked like.

"Now un-boarding, Flight 772," an announcement said, and AJ grabbed his phone out of his pocket. He read through the texts, ignoring the threats and the swearing, and found nothing of importance. He typed in quickly, Is her flight 772? The response came almost immediately,

DAD : YES

AJ had to really fight the compulsion to throw his phone away again, and instead, he went to a corner seat and sat down. He typed another message quickly. Her flight hasn't even been unloaded yet. I'm waiting for her now. The response he received from his father was expected. : GOOD.

AJ put his phone back in his pocket and waited. A few minutes later, people started pouring into the terminal and walking past him quickly. They all looked disheveled, tired, and strung out. Some were obviously business types. Others were dressed in Pajamas, or whatever they felt best traveling in. AJ hung his head, dreading the next moments. He searched, looking all over, but didn't see anyone he thought might match the name "Candice," for what was in a name, but letters? He grabbed his phone, contemplating asking what she looked like...and dreading it.

Another large group of people walked past. AJ looked up and saw a family of four, and then past them two businessmen, two older women with giant carry-on bags, and then nobody else. He sat, and sat, and waited some more. When he felt like he'd missed her somehow, he stood up, and the doors opened again. Two women stepped through the door, one wearing a super bright lemon-yellow sundress, and the other wearing a pair of skin-tight leggings and a crop top that barely covered her breasts. AJ tried not to stare, but he couldn't take his eyes off either of them. Unfortunately, he knew neither one of them could be Candice. She'd be traveling alone.

As the two girls walked past him, the shorter one who looked like she was ready for a workout glanced his way and giggled. "He's hot," AJ overheard her say. The other girl said something else AJ didn't quite catch, and they continued walking. Frustrated, AJ decided the only thing to do would be to follow the girls out. At least he'd have a nice view during his long walk.

The girls continued walking, and the one in the sun dress glanced back at him and then said something to her friend and the two of them shared another giggle. AJ contemplated going to get a drink but then remembered he had no money. The two girls stopped at a store and bought bottled water and the one wearing the sun dress bought a wide-brimmed floppy hat and a pair of sandals, which AJ knew, must have cost her a fortune. Didn't they know not to buy stuff at the airport? It was always twice the normal price you'd pay five minutes from there!

Trying to not be the consummate creeper, AJ headed toward baggage claim, thinking he might find Candice there, but when he got there, there was nobody around. Three large suitcases stood out though, and he checked the tags on each one. The first said "Debbie McCallister," but to his relief, the second two said "Candice Drezarius." AJ smirked. Well, he knew her last name now, but he wasn't too happy with how big the damn things were. He hefted one, and then the other, seeing how much they weighed.

"Hey! Hands off!" A voice called out and AJ turned around to see the woman in the sundress and the other woman coming toward him.

"Oh, sorry," AJ said, stepping away from the luggage. "I was just seeing how much they weighed."

"Yeah, right," the shorter girl said, reaching over and grabbing the smaller of the three pieces of luggage. She turned to the woman in the sun dress. "Hit me up, maybe we can hang out. My dad's a complete loser but, he'll still let me drive if I whine enough."

"Okay," the other woman said, and the two of them gave each other a fake hug, and then the shorter woman walked away.

"Can you get away from my bags?" The woman asked him then, turning around to face him.

"Your bags? These are your bags?" AJ asked, unable to believe it. His eyes scanned up and down and then did a double take.

"Jesus. If you work here, I'm going to have you fired," Candice said rudely.

"I don't work here," AJ said.

"Then get away, creeper!"

"Oh, yeah. Sure. No problem," AJ said, stepping away. He continued to watch her as she grabbed hold of her luggage and slowly, painstakingly, struggled to move it. He almost laughed. Her luggage weighed a fuck-ton, and it was no wonder his father had asked...no, demanded, that he come inside and help her. It was going to be so entertaining when she realized he was her ride.

"Where in the fuck..." He heard her say, and then she pulled out her cell phone.

"Oh, hold on a second!" AJ said, not wanting her to text his father again. The fun had run its course, and he was ready to get going. "Are you Candice?"

"Didn't I say to get away from me?" She said, and then she took off her glasses and then looked at her phone. She looked back at him, and then back at her phone. He wondered what she was looking at. He took a step forward. "You're not... Ajax?"

"AJ," he said, smiling. "I'm uh, picking you up."

Candice tried to put a "normal" face on and waved to her luggage. "These are my bags," she said.

"Yeah, I know."

"Can you bring them?" She asked.

"I don't know. Can I? You were just telling me to go away."

"Yeah. That was before you told me who you are," she said. "I only have the one picture. Forgive me if I didn't recognize you."

AJ stepped forward. "Can I see it?" he asked.

Candice looked annoyed, but she flipped through her phone and then held it up for him to see. Immediately his face turned red. There, on the phone's screen, was his face. His eyes were closed, and his mouth was open. He looked like he was drunk, and had passed out...on the couch. He swallowed then, knowing his dad would have never taken that picture. So the one who had taken it had been Melody.

"You look like a slob," Candice said then, looking at the picture and then back at him. "In the picture I mean."

"Oh, thanks," AJ said and Candice seemed just the tiniest bit embarrassed then. "Well, let's go then...I suppose." He grabbed her luggage and squeezed the handles, removing the brakes from the wheels on the bottom, and he quickly rolled the luggage toward the elevator. Candice followed at he own, slower place, texting on her phone.

He waited for her to get in the elevator before taking it down, and then at the escalator, the people mover, the doors to the parking garage. He had to walk slowly so she could follow him, and he didn't want her getting lost. That would have taken even more time. Finally, when they got to the car, he loaded the first piece of luggage into the back seat, but then Candice asked him to put the other bag in the front.

"Where are you going to sit?" AJ asked her.

"In the back..." She said as if there was no other place to sit.

"You can sit up front if you want," AJ said.

"As if," Candice said, and AJ had no idea what she meant by that. Everyone sat up front. His dad did, his friends did, everyone did. Did she really detest him that much, she didn't want to sit next to him? He finished loading the car and then slid into the driver's seat, only to see the 'door ajar' light, and when he looked back, Candice's door was wide open.

"Hey, can you close your door?" AJ asked. Candice didn't so much as acknowledge he'd said anything to her. Instead, she sat and texted someone, furiously swiping the screen, and then continued texting. He asked her three more times, and when she didn't make a move to close the door, he got out. "Fucking bitch," AJ said under his breath, hurrying around the car.

"What did you say?" Candice asked sharply.

"Huh?" AJ said, slamming the car door shut in her face. He ran back around and jumped into the driver's seat. "Seat belts on?" AJ asked, putting the car into reverse and slowly backing up. When Candice didn't say or do anything, he gave the car a little gas, focused on the view in the back seat, and then slammed the brake down.

AJ watched with vindictive pleasure as Candice, her luggage, and everything else not securely strapped down, went flying up and back. Her phone came up and slapped her on the forehead and then tumbled to the floor. Her hat flew onto the back windshield ledge and her glasses spun off to the seat where her luggage fell on top of them, crushing them with an audible "CRUNCH!"

AJ already had the car rolling forward before Candice could get her bearings. "What the fuck are you doing?" Candice yelped as soon as she realized what had happened. AJ looked back and saw her sitting askew, her legs wide open. He could almost make out something between her thighs, and he wondered if the panties she was wearing were white, or pink. He couldn't tell.

Silently, he smirked. He hated to do it but, this bitch needed to be taught a lesson. His father might have treated him like a bitch, all the time, but that was his father. Candice, on the other hand, was nobody.

She leaned forward then, and AJ knew she was going for her phone. As soon as her head was down, AJ hit the brakes again. Candice flew forward, her body slamming against the space between the seats. Her left arm flailed, her right pinned underneath her, and her tits popped out of her dress to hang heavily in front of her. AJ would have liked to sit and admire them, but he was on a mission. He hit the gas.

"Stop!" Candice shouted. "Stop! Stop the car!"

"Huh?" AJ asked, turning the wheel sharply as they hit the downward spiral exit ramp, taking them down a level. Candice, and all her things, flew to one side of the car and pinned against the door. AJ reached over and locked the locks, just in case. It would be difficult explaining to his father and... whatever her name was, how Candice had fallen out of the car in the airport parking garage.

"You mother fucker!" Candice shouted as they hit the lower level and AJ ripped the wheel in the opposite direction and then slammed the brakes again.

"Are you okay?" AJ asked then as Candice yanked the top of her dress back over her ample tits and tried to regain some sort of composure. "I, uh, I saw a squirrel and I didn't want to run it over," he said quickly.

"A squirrel?" Candice asked in a disbelieving tone. "In a parking garage?"

"Yeah," AJ chuckled. "Surprised me too. Totally unexpected."

Candice bent over to grab her phone, but AJ hit the gas, jerking the car forward and Candice back upright.

"Seat belts!" AJ said smartly. "My dad says only losers and drug addicts don't wear their seat belts." To his utter astonishment, his statement had a profound effect on Candice, and she immediately turned and grabbed the seat belt next to her, yanking it around her waist and futilely slamming it into the female buckle three times before realizing the two parts did not go together.

"What's wrong with this stupid thing!?" she yelped, trying yet again.

"Wrong side," AJ said, pointing to the other side of her. "The middle seat is a lap belt. It's on the other side."

Candice turned, saw the lone belt and tongue, and pulled it across her lap, securing it tightly. Then, she grabbed the loose end and pulled it tight as if she were going to fly away. AJ smiled and looked in the rear-view mirror again. He swallowed and looked away, unsure if what he was seeing was real or not, but when he looked back, he knew it was the real deal. Candice now had her phone back in her hands and was busily typing something in, oblivious to everything else around her, including her own self. Her legs were spread, her hips rotated forward and up, and with the seat belt tight against her abdomen, the bottom of her sundress was pulled almost completely even with her hips. Her glistening pink slit now shone from between her thighs like an angry axe wound that refused to bleed.

AJ swallowed, let off the brake, and gently brought the car rolling forward. He kept his eyes on the road, but as they used to say in driver's ed, keep one eye on the road, and the other on your surroundings. AJ did the first but preferred to keep his second eye glued to Candice's velvety-looking cunt, staring him right in the face from the middle of the back seat.

AJ pulled up to the exit booth and handed the attendant the slip of paper and the attendant said, "Thirty-six dollars."

"Holy shit," AJ said, and then he snapped his fingers. "I don't have any money."

"Are you kidding me?" Candice said, and she reached into a tiny pocket on her dress and pulled a tight-folded stack of twenties from it, peeled off two, and handed them forward. "Tell him to kee the change."

AJ handed the money to the guy and pulled away, not bothering to tell him to keep the change. He would obviously figure it out.

As they pulled onto the expressway, AJ reached up and adjusted his rear-view mirror by a fraction of an inch, and was treated to a full top-to-bottom view of Candice's eye candy. Her lips looked soft and smooth, hairless, and creamy white. He continued watching until at some point Candice looked up, saw that he was looking at her, and then turned to the side, looking out the window. She didn't act as if she'd caught him doing anything, so he bet she hadn't noticed what he'd really been looking at, and he continued on, heading home as the sun slowly set, casting long dark shadows across the landscape.

By the time they pulled into the driveway, it was dark outside, and AJ glanced in the mirror announcing, "We're here!" Candice looked out the window of the vehicle and sneered. "So, uh... how long are you supposed to be staying here?" AJ asked her, trying to make small talk.

"Ha-ha," Candice said in an annoyed tone. "Very funny."

"What?" AJ asked.

"What?" Candice said mockingly, and then she grabbed hold of her door handle and yanked on it. When the door wouldn't open, she yelled, "Let me out!"

"Just pull up on the lock!" AJ said.

"Unlock the doors!" Candice yelped.

"Pull up on the lock!" AJ yelled back at her.

"I'm gonna break the window!" Candice shouted.

"Good luck with that," AJ said, and he smirked at her.

Candice pulled her arm back and elbowed the window, hard.

"Are you fucking crazy?" AJ shouted at her.

"Let me out! Let me out! Let me out!" She shouted, and she pulled her arm back again.

AJ clicked the button to unlock all the doors and said, "Fucking open the door! It's unlocked!"

Candice grabbed the door handle and yanked. The door came open and she jumped out of the vehicle, rushing to get to the front door.

"What the fuck?" AJ said to himself, getting out slowly and heading to the front door himself.

"Hello? Helloooo?" Candice yelled through the door. "Is anyone home?"

"Uh, what are you doing?" AJ asked her, stepping up onto the porch.

"Isn't someone going to open the door?"

"Yeah," AJ said, pulling the car keys out of his pocket and selecting the front door key. "I am."

"You don't have a butler?" Candice asked.

"No," AJ said, wishing right then that he did have a butler, a maid, and a roll of duct tape.

"What the fuck!" Candice said in a disappointed tone.

"What?" AJ asked.

"Where the fuck am I?"

"A better question to ask is, who the fuck are you?" AJ said, and he turned the key in the deadbolt lock, opened the door, and stepped inside. After six feet he turned around and saw that Candice had not followed him. "Are you coming inside?" AJ asked.

"No!" Candice complained. "I'm not staying here! No!!! Jesus god mommy! Please tell me this isn't where we're living!"

"What are you?" AJ asked then. "Some sort of princess?"

"Yes," Candice said then. "I'm a princess. And I have a butler named Geoff, and a maid named Mary. I live in a mansion and I'm not supposed to fucking be here!"

"Oh, my mistake," AJ said, letting go of the door. He walked away and went to the kitchen to get a drink, and then sat down on the living room couch, mildly amused. He brought the can of cola up to his lips for only the second time when his phone buzzed in his pocket.

"Mother fucker," AJ groaned and he fished his phone out of his pocket and opened it up. There were two text messages from his father. As he touched his thumb to the messaging app, a third message came through.

DAD: What the fuck are you doing?

DAD: I ask you to do one simple thing, and you can't even get that right?

DAD: I must have been a fucking idiot to think I could rely on you! I cannot believe you right now! I'm getting on a flight right now! I have to shut my phone off! I don't care what you have to do to make things right! DO IT! DO IT NOW!

AJ typed his response quickly and sent it. It was simple. I GOT THIS.

Sighing, he chugged half the can of soda and then let out a terrific burp before sitting up and then standing to go back to the front door. He looked outside and saw Candice sitting on the top step, her body curled over and her shoulders heaving. At first, he thought she was looking at something on her leg, but then he heard her, and he knew she was crying her fucking eyes out.

"Hey," AJ said, opening the door.

"What?" Candice sobbed.

"Stop...stop crying. Come on. It's not that bad. Come inside. I'll uh, show you around."

Candice slowly straightened and sniffled. She didn't get up though, and AJ decided begging her was not in his bag of tricks today. No, he was not going to beg this prissy entitled bitch, to do anything. She would have to figure it out. She was...a guest, he guessed, and if she didn't want to end up sleeping out on the front yard grass this evening, she needed to warm up to the idea that he wasn't her servant, or her slave, or her butler or any of that shit. He was... a host if anything.

"Will you get my bags for me?" Candice asked after a moment.

"Sure," AJ said, kicking his shoes off. "Once you come inside, and you're not crying anymore."

"I wasn't crying," Candice said obstinately.