by Tiana Laveen
Paris, by hook or by crook, you are putting my ass back on the payroll, whether you want to or not…
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HE HADN’T THOUGHT about it in years…
Putting his Porsche in reverse, he gave another wave to Paris after dropping her off at home for the evening, and tried to steer clear from the wanderings of his mind, but it proved impossible. They’d just enjoyed a jazz concert in the park, during which one of the musicians strummed the instrumental version of, ‘Like a Virgin’ by Madonna on his guitar for comic relief. The crowd loved it, and said song prompted his woman to ask him about when he’d lost his own virginity. He told her the story, and it sounded so odd coming out of his mouth for he had not given it much thought since the evening it happened…
“Dad, I need to ask you something.”
Brent and his father had been having a relaxing evening together. One of the rare times when he got to chill with the man since Dad was always on the go. He wasn’t dressed in his fine suits, ties and dress shoes; no, he sat in a white Hanes t-shirt and black and white checkered boxers, his big feet propped up on the table. He had a joint in one hand and a bottle of beer in the other and the man was the best company he’d had all week.
“You gotta ask me something?” His father’s brow rose as he grabbed the remote and put the program on mute. “All right, what is it?”
“Why do I never see, well, rarely see, the women that work for you? I’d like to know more about what you do.”
His father just sat there for a while, looking rather confused as he tossed his long, black hair over one shoulder. Then, he took a deep breath and ran his hand over his head. “See, I don’t want to advertise.” He cracked a smile.
“What are you saying? I thought you wanted to be honest with me.”
“I do, I do!” He grinned. “But you see Brent, to tell you about it would be to promote it and I don’t really want you involved in what I’m doing. I told you the truth when you moved in because I felt like I owed it to you, but that doesn’t mean I want to get into the details of it all. Let’s just say that I conduct my business in a modern way.”
“I take it that means online?” Brent smirked and crossed his arms over his chest. The burn of the pepperoni pizza they’d just eaten crawled back up his throat on the push of a burp.
“Yeah.” His father nodded, smiling a bit, no doubt realizing he’d been figured out rather quickly.
“And then you dress all nice, and go to where they are having their date, wait for them, protect them and stuff like that.”
“Have you been…? Never mind.” His father rubbed his forehead. “Well, yeah, that is the condensed version of it.”
“Why wouldn’t you want me to do the same thing you do, Dad?”
“I don’t want you to, Brent, not because I think prostitution is wrong, but because of the consequences if you get caught. You wouldn’t last in prison, Brent. No offense,” he said with a hoarse laugh, “but straight up.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? You said that this is what the men in our family do, that it’s in our blood. You’ve only known me, I mean, really known me, for like seven months!” Brent was not particularly sensitive, but at that moment he boiled with anger. He wanted his father’s approval so badly, and now evidence slipped out that his father didn’t think he was cool at all, at least not cool enough. “What? You see me as some geek or something?”
“No.” His father leisurely reached towards the coffee table and picked up a fresh bottle of beer, taking a large gulp. “What I’m saying is, you live in your head, Brent. Just because something is in your blood, doesn’t mean you’re necessarily cut out for it.”
Brent rolled his eyes.
“That doesn’t even make any damn sense!”
“Yes it does!” His father lazily chuckled. “You’re very smart, though you don’t seem to believe it at times. You are a quick thinker, but you’re kinda withdrawn, introspective. You don’t like drawing attention to yourself, which is a bit impossible with those eyes of yours and as tall as you are, especially for your age. You’ve got a look about you, and it calls to people. You’re sensitive to people’s feelings, not wanting anyone to be upset, angry. A pimp can’t be worried about a bitch’s feelings, nor anyone else’s, for that matter.” The man’s voice drew icy. “The only person I give a fuck about is YOU. That’s why you wouldn’t make it, Son. You care too fucking much and it isn’t something I think you’ll grow out of. It wasn’t a put down, either.”
“Just me, Dad? You only care about me? So…you’re not sensitive to other people’s feelings at all?” He was stupefied by this admission despite it being disturbingly honest.
“Nope.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
“I bet you do…and you just proved my earlier point but that response. You want to see the good in people. Brent, I’m not a good person.” His father smirked, seeming to rather enjoy the idea. “Sometimes I try to be.” He took another swig of his beer, put his joint to his lips and inhaled it. His eyes grew small and his pupils all but disappeared. “But I’m just not. I’m selfish. I’m what they call narcissist. Do you know what a narcissist is, Brent?”
Brent scratched his head. “I’ve heard of it. Isn’t it like a heartless person, something like that?”
“In a way. It’s a person who doesn’t give a shit about what they do to other people, how they affect them or make them feel, as long as they themselves are happy.”
Brent couldn’t believe his ears. It seemed like the man had singlehandedly grabbed the gold and diamond encrusted throne he’d put him on, took a humongous sledgehammer and knocked it to flying bits. The man admitted to being fucking soulless, and yet, Brent still found him beautiful…
“How can you say that about yourself and be okay with it?!” His voice rose as he fisted his jeans. No, he was going to fight this. Dad belonged on that glowing cathedra, and he was going to help put him back up there where he belonged whether he liked it or not!
“If you believe that then why don’t you take steps to make it better, change it?” he added. “Don’t you want more? I sure as hell did! That’s why I’m here! If you don’t care about anybody, then why did you let me move in with you, huh? Based on what you’ve said, I can’t believe you care about me, either.”
“Just ’cause I’m an asshole, Brent, doesn’t mean I’m incapable of loving my own child. Look, Son, I’m real with mine.” He smiled. “You live in la-la land because you give a damn. You’ve got a good heart, too, and that’s exactly why you could never come close to what I do and be successful at it. You are my entire fucking world! Everyone else can go to Hell. I know what I am, Son. I’ve known it for years.” He pointed to himself. “And I’m fine with it. This is my life, and I will live it how I see fit. Don’t glamorize me or what I do. I know that’s what you’ve been doing. Being me is a lonely life. I keep my women away from here because you’re living here, Brent. I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. I want you to grow up and be successful. In less than two years, you’ll be legal; you’ll be eighteen. That is really what we should be talking about, man. Tell me what you plan to do with your life.” He jammed his joint in an ashtray and turned his sights back upon him.
“I…I don’t know.” He hung his head, still whirling from his father’s declarations.
“Wrong fucking answer.” His father sucked his teeth and looked at him disapprovingly. “You better sort it out, and start getting it together. Think about what you love and then pursue it right this damn second. Find what makes you happy, and chase it until you get it. Nobody’s promised tomorrow. If I could do this shit all over again, I would.” A look of sorrow came over the man’s face. “But I’d still have you.”
They were quiet for a moment or two.
“Do what you love, Brent…” His father repeated like a whispering drill sergeant—gentle, but meaningful all the same.
“And I take it you love selling sex?” Brent couldn’t help himself; his
nerves were exposed, reddened and raw from the whole damn interaction. How dare this sack of shit, who’d ignored him for the majority of his life, sit here and act so wise and in the know. Maybe the man had been lying this entire time; maybe it was all a scam. Maybe he planned to ship him back to Ohio as soon as he got out of line, did something to ruffle his puffed up feathers. The fear was real.
“I do.” His father smiled proudly, a confident, arrogant even, smirk on his face. “I love it. Speaking of which, I have a question for ya, Brent.” The man’s eyes narrowed on him. “I never hear you talking about pussy, girls, nothing. Have you ever fucked before?”
…The dreaded conversation had reared its ugly, purple cock head.
Brent folded his hands together on his lap as if hiding a peanut under a coconut shell. His eyes lowered to them, unable to look his father in the eye. Then the man gave a light laugh before taking the final swig of his fourth beer for the evening.
“I didn’t think so. Sit tight.” The man rose from the couch and disappeared, ignoring Brent’s pleas to return to him ASAP.
“What are you doing?! Where are you going?” He scooted towards the edge of the couch, his voice ringing out as he clutched the arm of the furniture. A few moments later, his father returned with his cellphone, and set it on the table.
“It’s done. You’re gonna have a little company in about twenty minutes. I suggest you go take a shower, brush your teeth and try to relax. You’re all sweaty, sitting here breathing hard, scared shitless!” His father burst out laughing, picked up the remote and began to channel surf as if nothing unusual were taking place.
“Dad, I’ve had sex before,” Brent lied, his adrenaline pumping out of control. He had no idea why he was so damn afraid. His entire body felt like fucking jelly.
His father sat down next to him, nudging him back over, but he didn’t so much as look at him. “I suggest you hurry. You don’t want your first time to be more awkward than it has to be. And just as a pointer, and I wish my grandfather would have taught me this—but, when you are putting your cock in ’er, don’t try to shove it in her ass. The damn holes are very close together.” He chuckled. “I wouldn’t try to do any backyard diggin’ your first time around. Aim a bit higher than you think you have to. Also, I placed some condoms on your bed. You know how to put one on at least, right?”
Brent looked at him for a long while, then nodded.
“Yes…”
“Good. If you’re anything like me, you’ll need the Magnums.” His father snickered then sat back, getting comfortable.
Brent slowly rose from the couch and made his way past him and down the hall to the bathroom. He was now fully marinating in his own sweat, weary of himself and how he’d turned into such a coward.
‘It’s just…a woman…’ he kept telling himself. He swallowed hard and turned on the shower, stepping inside and disappearing within himself as tranquil fantasies of clouds, airplanes and long distance places took him far, far away. When he’d finished, he walked into his bedroom with the striped blue and orange towel wrapped loosely around his waist. He practically screamed and jumped in the air when he found the blonde sitting on his bed. She giggled, her glossy red lips shining around a set of even white teeth. She leaned back on one hand, tracing the side of her face with a pointy black fingernail. She looked to be no more than twenty-three, but something in her eyes made it appear as if she were a hell of a lot older.
“Like father like son,” she taunted. “You are really cute! A younger version of your daddy, so sweet.” She crossed and uncrossed her legs, and her red skirt and matching blouse rubbed against her undergarments, the friction causing a noise. “So, I think we should get started…” She slowly rose to her feet and began to undress.
Brent couldn’t take his eyes off the woman. Her flawless, milky skin exposed, inch by inch, as she unstrapped her red bra, then pulled down her panties to reveal a small thatch of light brown pubic hair. Just then he heard his door lock, which made him gasp. The shadow of two big feet moved away from the threshold.
‘I can’t believe this shit…’
He turned back towards the woman, who stood there with large pink nipples, a beautiful body that he suddenly couldn’t wait to sample, and long legs that would wrap perfectly around his body. He unintentionally dropped the towel from around his form, exposing his rock solid hard on.
“Well I guess you are really happy to see me,” she goaded as she approached him, staring at his cock the entire way. She took him by the hand and led him back to his bed. “Now, you just relax.” After sizing his dick up, she reached over and selected a gold Trojan Magnum XL condom out of the assorted brands scattered on the side of his bed. Tearing into the damn thing with her teeth, she spit the split, shiny fragment across the room and placed the lubricated and ribbed prophylactic in her mouth. Brent was utterly confused until the woman dropped to her damn knees before him, grabbed the base of his cock and slid the fucker down over his shaft with her damn lips.
“Ohhhh shit…shit!” He rocked back on his heels, almost falling flat on his ass. Before he knew it, his arms lay at his sides, like appendages he didn’t know what the hell to do with. He finally rested his hands on his hips as the woman’s head bobbed up and down, slurping on the head and length. He watched her intensely, afraid he may blow his load before he’d even gotten inside of her. “Oh…okay.” He urgently tapped her shoulder when she’d practically dragged him to the brink. She paused and winked at him.
“Beautiful blue bedroom eyes…just like your father’s…big fucking cock, like your father’s, too…” And then she resumed sucking his dick.
“Yeah…that’s, that’s nice of you…to…say but…” His eyes rolled in the back of his head as his neck seemed to lose all muscle control. He gently tugged at her hair, pulling her away. “I’m not going to last,” he confessed grimly as he pointed to the bed. “Let’s just go on and get to it.” He surprised himself with his own boldness, but he didn’t want to lose his damn load all over a B.J. No, he wanted to find out what was so special about pussy; it was time to try some out.
She smirked and got to her feet, then walked seductively to the bed. She lay down on the sheets, spread-eagled, licking her lips as he got closer. She opened her legs even wider, giving him full view of her glistening hole. He stared intensely at the glossy pink folds, the slit sparkly with her homemade juice. Getting on his knees, he studied it, totally caught up in the moment. He zoomed in close to her pussy and ran his finger up and down her slit, eliciting a soft moan. He inhaled the air, hard and fast, and smiled…
A childhood memory came to him, when a neighborhood friend of his mentioned some older guy at the school always smelled like pussy. He’d played along with it, acting as if he knew what that was like, so he was pleased to see that now, he finally did…
He got back to his feet and awkwardly lay on top of her, trying to gain leverage.
“Oh, sorry…” he muttered as he reached between them, fumbling with his cock.
“It’s okay. Your father already explained it all to me,” she declared coolly. He glared at her lips, those soft, succulent lips smeared with ruby red lipstick.
‘My dick was just in her mouth… I wonder how many dicks have been in this woman’s mouth?’ he thought to himself.
He gripped his cock and shoved it towards her, bumping it roughly against her, the soft lips of her pussy cushioning his blows. His frustration grew to a fever pitch and he gritted his teeth as embarrassment took over.
“Easy now!” she belted, her knees turned inward, pinning his hips as he worked feverishly between her thighs, trying to get the damn thing in. “You’ve got to calm down, okay?” She smiled at him, caressing the side of his face. “Just take your time…”
“Uhhh…” He finally felt the slick indentation of what he so desired, and pushed the head in once he’d located the sweet spot, delighted by how soft it felt. She moaned and began to gyrate, like some automaton machine. Lifting up on his hands,
he glared at her as he began to thrust.
‘She’s had to have fucked hundreds of guys. And she likes it…look how she’s smiling, happy ’nd shit. She likes being fucked…she likes sucking dicks, little ones, big ones, fat ones, skinny ones, black ones, white ones. She likes them all…’
He kept going, moving faster and faster, while drifting into the cold hard facts of the situation, trying to make sense of it all.
‘I’m sixteen. Fucking a woman in my father’s house. In California. With his permission. My virginity is now officially gone…just that fast. At least she’s pretty. She’s probably one of his best whores… He gave me his very best one I bet…yeah, because he loves me…’
He moved faster, squeezed his eyes closed and felt himself lose complete and utter control.
“Oh Shit! Shit! I’m going to cum! I can feel it!” He thrust harder, ignoring her manufactured screams of pleasure, crashing into her, vibrating and shaking as his cock sprayed semen into the condom within her, filling it up. “Shit…” he sighed, falling off to the side until he landed clumsily beside her. He stared up at the beam, watching the ceiling fan revolve around and around like a helicopter propeller. He’d set it on medium speed, and it wobbled just a tad. He hadn’t noticed that before. He surmised it wasn’t centered. It needed feng shui…
The woman shifted her weight, causing the bed to dip a bit.
“So,” he said breathlessly as he kept looking up at the white revolving blades, his partially flaccid cock twitching every so often in the slick and slippery rubber still wrapped around it. “How much is it?” He turned and looked at her. “I got paid a couple of days ago…so I should have enough.”
The woman looked at him with a confused expression that soon morphed into one of disbelief and hard, belly rolls of laughter. She got to her feet and dressed faster than he’d ever seen, still laughing and shaking her head as if he’d said something particularly funny, an epic joke, one that should be written in a notepad and retold to anyone within earshot. Suddenly, he heard his bedroom door unlock, but it remained closed.
