“I’m going to move in with Ben,” the young woman beamed, her crystal blue eyes sparkling.
“What about Steve?” the brunet gapes at the golden blond, dumbstruck. “And – with Ben? What the hell, Sheena? Why would you want to live with the little twerp?”
“I am right here, Gwen,” Ben scowled at his boss’s – partner’s – daughter.
“Fuck off,” she snarled, focusing on the waitress. “Tell me right now what the hell is going through that bimbo head off yours or your ass will be out on the street.”
“Oh, that’s simple,” the blond smiled sweetly, a slight faraway look to her eyes. “I’m thinking of Ben and the many ways he can fuck me and knock me up so I can be the mother of his child.” She blinked for a moment, her gaze flickering to her new lover. “I’d so like to have a girl, but –“ Her voice trembled slightly. “I don’t know what Ben wants.”
“A girl would be nice,” the young man smiled, thinking of a future filled with daughters. “I’d like a son, too, but we’ll have to see where genetics takes us.”
Gwen’s jaw fell, swinging her face back and forth between the two in shock, and said, “I – I can’t believe what I am hearing. You – want – to dump Steve for this – this – loser and – Oh, god – have his baby? Good God, Sheena! What about your plans with Steve? Did you hit your head or something?”
“No,” the waitress smiled mysteriously. “Something better happened to me. My head’s all right. As for Steve – well – your cousin can get along without me. He’ll find someone else in time.”
“But!” the dark-haired woman protested. “You – and Steve – ”
“Give it up, Gwen,” the blond rolled her eyes. “Steve was nice and all, but I don’t think he was all too interested in me, now that I think about it. He didn’t really – look at me, if you understand and you should. It’s similar to how Roger looks at you. Besides,” she sniffed at the air, “It seems that you haven’t been little Miss Perfect lately.”
“Well,” the daughter of the waitress’s boss began, blushing faintly. “I have to meet my needs somehow with Roger overseas. Rosie Palm seems to suffice for the moment even if my father doesn’t believe me that I was in the office alone.”
“Really?” Sheena’s eyebrows rose.
“It was pretty intense,” Gwen said softly in a conspiratorial tone, ignoring Ben’s presence. “I mean – it just hit me. I was suddenly so horny I had to get myself off and –“ Her voice lowered, her cheeks flushing. “It felt to so real. As if a dick really was fucking me good.”
“Roger’s?” the waitress asked curiously, her tone also hushed.
“No,” the boss’s daughter shook her head slightly, a little guilty smile playing across her lips. “His is – smaller. I don’t know who I was thinking of, but it wasn’t my fiancé. The dick – the cock,” she giggle slightly, “I imagined was much thicker and a little bit – maybe more than a bit – longer.”
“So you’ve spread’em for Roger?” Sheena asked, smirking just a little.
“God, no!” Gwen exclaimed. “I haven’t been fucked since college! Not an experience I wish to repeat. If I had been sober enough, I’d still have my cherry. As far as my dad thinks, I still am. No, the most I’ve done with Roger was a handjob or two. Takes him a while to get it up, too.”
“Maybe he’s not really into women,” Ben offered with a smirk, his hands busy in the sink and scrubbing away at the dirty dishes. The brunet turned to face him, her face paling and realizing in her rush to gossip with Sheena that she had completely pushed any notice of him out of her mind.
“You – you won’t,” she began, trembling in fear of what he would say.
“I won’t tell him or anyone else,” the young man smiled. “I promise. I’m not one to kiss and tell. Right, Sheena?”
The blond nodded causing Gwen to look sharply at her and wonder over what could have occurred between the two.
“Well – good,” his partner’s daughter said, a shaky breath escaping her lips. “Now, just what are you going to want from me in return?” |