Chapter 2

After an exciting and heart-pounding morning of fucking my new stepson, and a thoroughly unproductive afternoon, I was ready for something to end the day with. I wasn’t sure what that would be, but I knew that getting a call from the bar about missing supplies wasn’t it. I’d have to go down there and do an inventory. So much for a nice night.

“Jake,” I called down the hallway. He came out of his room, still only dressed in the robe he’d been in all day, and looked at me questioningly. “Someone messed Up,” I said. “I have to go to work and find some missing stock.”

That seemed to perk him up for some reason. “Hang on!” he called out, “I’ll go with you.” he was suddenly gone from view. I assumed he was going to get dressed. I was right. He came out of his room in worn jeans, and a band tee shirt a few minutes later and said he was ready to go.

Once in the car and headed downtown, I asked him, “Why so eager to sit around with a bunch of dusty crates counting bottles?” I expected a vague answer, that amounted to not wanting to be alone, or something. What I got was specifics.

“Well, Dad,” he began, “It’s kind of my thing. I’d like to see how you present your business and see if I can suggest improvements in your advertising.” Then he gave a crooked grin. “If nothing else, my Dad can buy me a drink when he’s finished.” I chuckled at the last, way to beg for free booze, kid.

I pulled up behind the bar and we went in through the rear entrance. Accidental double entendre notwithstanding, we found my night manager and my day manager yelling at the Barback. I stepped in and quieted them down, before having them explain to me what was going on. The day manager had told the Barback to get an additional keg from storage and have it ready for the late rush.

The Barback had gone into the store room and come out empty-handed, running into the night manager just coming in, and explaining the situation. Kegs have a lifespan, so they are dated. The oldest gets used first. Well, the keg that should have been used next was missing, and thus the blame game began. I told them all to wait while I went and checked the storeroom myself.

Everything was resolved when I found the keg in question, shoved against the far wall, blocked by a case of Grey Goose. After checking with the Bartender and verifying it with the till, it seemed the bartender had bought the keg and would be taking it home for a weekend party, but had forgotten to tell either manager.

That finished, I was headed back to the office when I heard my name called from a large group just coming through the door. It was Rita. Her group was coming in for their nightly staff meeting with drinks.

“What’s up?” she asked, breaking from her group to come to greet me, with a chaste kiss on the cheek. “and is Jake with you or is he at home?” I kissed her back and intentionally grabbed her ass while hugging her. Making sure her colleagues saw. Staking my claim once again. I received a punch in the shoulder for that and laughed.

“He’s in the back,” I told her. “I had an inventory snafu to clear up, he’s getting to know the staff.” She gave me a withering look at that.

“Oh?” she asked. “How well is he getting to know them?” Her fists were now planted firmly on her hips. I knew what she was implying.

“You would know better than me,” I concluded. “I only met him a day ago. Just how promiscuous is he?” then I stepped closer and glared back at her. “Do my manager’s wives have something to be concerned about?”

My tone and the implication of my statement hit her suddenly, and her face went pale. I let her off the hook with a smile. “It’s fine, Rita,” I told her. “He’s schooling them on the finer points of customer relations and the power of social media in business presence.” she dropped her head onto my chest and sighed, then began giggling.

“You’re right, of course,” Rita admitted. “He wouldn’t go hitting on random guys he just...” her words trailed off as if she’d said something she shouldn’t have. When I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back to look her in the eyes, she gasped and cast her eyes at the floor. “I wasn’t supposed to say anything,” she sounded quite abashed, but I gave her my best, winning smile.

“It’s alright,” I said. “He told me already.” she looked up sharply and gave me a searching look. I answered as discreetly as possible, and in a lowered voice. “You know, about his intimate proclivities,” Rita nodded and sighed once more.

“You aren’t shocked, or disgusted by it, are you?” she asked. Her voice shook a little.

I stepped back and adopted my own, fists on hips stance. “Just who do you think you’re talking to?” Her soft gaze suddenly became hard and penetrating.

“That’s right,” she said. I could hear a slight hiss in her voice. “You used to be a switch-hitter,” she said, in a vaguely accusatory tone.

“Oh, and that’s a big shock to you, Doc Johnson?” I questioned. Doc Johnson was a reference to the amount of money she spent on sex toys. Specifically her strap-on collection that she liked to use to peg me with now and then. That ended that discussion and she kissed me on the cheek again.

“We’ll be done around ten or so,” she turned to walk back to her group but stopped and looked over her shoulder. “Will you boys wait? Or should I find my way home, alone?”

I bowed, with a flourish of my right arm. “Your carriage will be waiting Milady,” I assured her. By ten-thirty, we were headed home. I’d have to take Rita into the office in the morning since her car was still there. I’d end up going shopping after that. Pick up some essentials and let Jake get a few things he wanted. After all, the fridge and cupboard were only stocked for Rita and me.

Once we arrived home, Jake immediately headed to his room, bidding us a good night. Rita went to our room and began to undress. “I’m going to take a long hot shower,” she said in a low voice. After the last piece of clothing hit the floor, and her naked ass was exposed, she turned and asked, “Care to join me?”

She strolled to the bathroom, hips swaying as she went. I stripped down as fast as I could and followed. You don’t see a body like hers and hear her offer it to you, and stand there doing nothing. I was getting hard as I stepped into the shower behind her.

The water was already hot as I walked in. Steam rising, Rita stepped under the shower head and soaked her beautiful hair. Then she turned, threw her head back, and let the water cascade down over her breasts. Her chest was pushed out, making her breasts seem larger and more prominent. Rivulets of water streamed over them and down her body, adhering to every curve, every valley along the way.

“So how was it?” she asked, now staring directly at me. I gave her a questioning look in return. “You fucked him, right? Her grin served to allay any fears I had of being berated for my actions. “Did you both enjoy it?

I decided to go for the total, ugly truth. I wasn’t sure what Rita expected me to say, but I was sure it wasn’t this. “He was fantastic,” I said, proudly. “I even got him to call me Daddy,” I proclaimed, puffing up my chest and causing my now hard cock to thrust forward and poke her in the belly.

Rita looked down and smiled. She turned off the water and stepped out, tossing me a towel and grabbing one for herself. “Let’s go stud,” she called over her shoulder. Then I heard her yell to Jake. “Jacob!,” she called in a loud and very demanding voice. “Drag your ass in here, right now!”