Daddy Dom
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“And another thing,” Alison texted me as I walked through town towards the office. I always walked since the time I’d taken the bus and the driver had let me on for half fare, which was nice, then spent the journey trying to chat me up whilst telling me I looked like his daughter, which was not.
“If I was too frigid for him to see again, why’d I let him do anal on our first date?”
I blushed as I read the message, not sure how to reply. Would it make me look like a Victorian governess to tell her I could see no point to something that was surely going to hurt like, well, like buggery, I suppose.
“You’re better off without him,” I typed as I walked. It was evading the question but she didn’t seem to notice, flashing back quickly at me.
“Is it me? Do I attract the wrong guys?”
Yes, I thought silently. She went to the dodgiest bars, hung out on the strangest internet sites, posted semi-naked photos of herself online, then wondered why the men she dated were more interested in sex than long debates about Sartre. Limited as my sympathy was, I thought hitting her with a truth bomb while she was so deeply mired in her hangover might be a bit harsh.
“Maybe,” I wrote. “Maybe you’ve just not met the right man yet.”
“There can’t be many left,” she wrote. “I’m sure I’ve gone through most of them.”
“There might be a few left in the Orkneys to try.”
“Where’s that?” she asked. “Is that a new club?”
“Never mind.”
“What did you want to be when you grew up?” she asked out of the blue. It threw me, it wasn’t like her to ask a question like that.
“A princess in a castle,” I replied. “What about you?”
“Happily married. Fat chance. I’ll never meet anyone with a cock that big again.”
That was more like her. Normal service had been resumed. I didn’t know what to reply to that. I didn’t need to, she sent a second moments later.
“Sorry, forgot you’re still in the V club.
“It’s all right,” I wrote before suddenly typing, “Can I ask you a question?”
My heart had begun racing from the moment I pressed send. I was going to ask her. So many times I’d almost asked her but then backed out. This time, I was going to do it.
“Anything.”
“What’s it like?”
“What’s what like?”
“Having a thingy inside you.”
“Oh for crying out loud, Natalie, if you’re going to talk about sex, at least try to be an adult. Don’t call it a thingy.”
I wasn’t going to use that word. It was too crude. “You know what I mean.”
“I’m not telling you until you say it.”
“Fine, don’t tell me. G2G, I’m here.”
I switched my phone to silent and slid it into my handbag, ignoring the indignant vibrating as another message came through. It could wait, as could she, as could I.
I’d been trying to build up the courage to ask her about it for ages and when I finally did, she mocked me for not being grown up. Well, I’d show her how grown up I was. I was about to get a job. I’d be able to stick out my tongue and blow raspberries at her when I got back, which I realised might prove her point as much as mine.
“Natalie Brook?” the receptionist said as I walked inside. She’d seen me more than some of my tutors in the last year but she still seemed to have no memory of me whatsoever. It was quite the skill to be that forgetful.
“Yes, Maria,” I replied, watching her attempt to hide her confusion as she wondered how I could possibly know her name. “I’m here to see Sally.”
“She’s expecting you. Head on in.”
I ducked to avoid the model of a steamship which hung from the waiting room ceiling, passing through into Sally’s office. The nautical theme continued in there, anchors and seagulls painted on the walls. Their slogan was Full Steam Ahead to a New Job. I got the feeling they’d originally planned a railway theme for the place but changed their name for some reason after the business cards were printed and just stuck with what they had.
I felt my phone vibrate again as I sat down. I was already regretting asking Alison about it. What could she tell me that the internet couldn’t? I did my best not to blush as Sally slapped my file down on the desk. God, I felt like such a child, not helped by the withering school mistress look the ‘Captain’ of the agency was giving me.
“How are you, Natalie?” she asked.
“Fine, fine.”
“You look a little flushed. Should I open a window?”
“I’m fine,” I snapped too coldly and she gave me a look before opening the file.
“I’ve got something rather exciting in here,” she said, pulling out a piece of paper.
I didn’t get too worked up. The last exciting thing she had for me was a week of washing up in a hotel kitchen. In a way it was exciting, waiting to see how often the chef would try to steal my phone to look for naked selfies. He didn’t understand why I got so upset every time he went to snatch it. Nor did Sally when I tried to explain that was why I quit.
“I’ve had someone asking specifically for you.”
“For me? You’re kidding.”
“I’m not. They need an assistant for some office thing for a week or so. Here’s the address, it’s not far from here. They’re expecting you some time this morning so I’d go now if I were you.”
“But what’s it about? Why do they want me?”
She shrugged. “No idea but I’m sure you’ll find out soon enough.
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