Chapter 2: Mom Buys Me a Christmas Outfit

Tonight was my dad’s office party and as happened every year, I found myself debating what I should wear. While I was pretty well known at his office but as you might imagine, it had nothing to do with my typing skills so I had a reputation to maintain which meant my outfit had to be perfect! I like to visit my dad’s office periodically and I make it point to tease and flirt as much as possible. Sometimes it has gone a bit farther and in fact my first experience with a cheating husband was one of the lawyers that worked for my dad. Since then I’ve done a few more of them but you always remember your first right?

The only thing I don’t like about his office is the head secretary or whatever she’s officially called. This prudish church lady apparently thinks my dad lets me get away with murder. She’s even called me a slut when my dad wasn’t around but I just laugh since after all, what can she do about it? I hadn’t been at one of his office party for years since it was usually held before I get home for break so it would be interesting to see how things went now that I was a little older.

Just then my mom came in my room and caught me standing in front of my closet, stark naked with my hands planted on my hips as I argued with myself over what to wear. “What’s the matter Kelly?” she asked, “Let me guess ... Can’t decide what to wear? Well, you can’t go THAT way you know!”

I rolled my eyes at my mom’s usual pathetic attempt at humor and then explained my dilemma as she stood there and just smiled at me with that “mom” smile she loved to use when she felt she was “helping” me. Finally she motioned for me to shush and said, “Hmmm, so let me guess again ... You can’t decide whether to go as a good little daddy’s girl or the office slut?”

We both laughed as she knew all about my past history at the office including my not so public activities with my dad and his cowrokers. She smiled again at me and said, “Well, even though most of them don’t know just how much of a daddy’s girl you really are, none of them are going to be fooled into thinking you’re some naive little schoolgirl.”

I looked at her sharply and she chuckled softly, “Oh come on girl, your dad says attendance is always the highest whenever they know you’re coming in that day and I KNOW it’s not just because of your bubbling personality!”

I was about to make some smart alecky comment back when she reached around the door and pulled out a plain white shopping bag. She kissed me on the cheek and said, “Your dad and I figured you might have this dilemma so we went out last week and bought you this. Hope it fits; you know, you look like you’ve been visiting the speed line at the cafeteria a few too many times girl. Hmmm, have your boobs been growing?”