Episode 20: FIT TO BE TrIED

Daisy Chainwall slept in! Here it was past noon and she could barely revive. Indulging in a few glasses of wine after her hook up at Cashanova with Henry McKellen, added to the grief her father Officer Doug Chainwall instilled upon her, her emotions were shot.

Melatonin did help her sleep. With sleep came dreams. Dreams that were far too real. Erotic dreams! Now that she knew Henry better, her brain was locked in like a stalker. He was all she could think about. Waking up under sweat drenched silk sheets she stared at the ceiling.

“I should hang a poster of Henry over my bed.”

A rattled groan after thinking over her statement she rolled her eyes. “What has that man done to me. I can’t stop thinking about him. At first, I thought he was some player using Serafina Black as if her master. In reality she would chew him up and spit him out. I’m more his speed, but I’m not that easy to dominate. Am I? I suppose it might be fun as roleplay. What am I thinking! Henry is married. He cheated on his wife even if he did say they had an open marriage. I don’t know that as a fact. She might learn about us and pick a fight with me. Not that I couldn’t take her.”

Rolling to her side and fluffing her pillow Daisy sighed heavily. “I can’t be the other woman. I’m too strong. If I let my guard down, I might be no better than my no-good dad. He’s so crooked he should be in prison, but no, he’s a decorated police officer who does whatever the hell he wants without repercussion. In some ways I don’t mind, but when it harms others that’s different. Everything in this city that’s changed the last few weeks is so illegal it’s pathetic.” She paused a moment while caressing her belly just above her pubic hair.

“What I did with Henry at Cashanova was just as illegal. Sex in front of hundreds of men was ... therapeutic in a way. The thing is, I was only into Henry, not the others. Sure, it was nice to be noticed, I work out religiously to keep an amazing figure. I think witnessing all of the dancers engaging in sex boosted my confidence. In a way I think I did it to aggravate dad. He at least prefers I steer clear of what others get away with.” No consolation!

“Then there is Violet. I should despise her for how she treats my brother but oddly enough she is always there for me when I need her. Divorced or not she does her best to give my nephew Joey a good life. Even if she sells her body to do it. What a world we live in.”

Stretching vividly Daisy decided to kick off her silk sheets and bask beneath her ceiling fan. Saving money by not turning up her air conditioning she preferred a bit of sweat. The fan’s circulation was just enough to feel relaxed about it.

Birds squawking, she heard a shrill voice say, “Out of bed bitch!” which made her smirk. Sitting up as supported by one arm she looked toward her open bedroom door. Living alone she often ignored closing it. A second voice heard after a loud squawk said, “Give us a kiss.” She puckered her lips then blew a kiss toward the door.

“I hear you guys. Give me a minute to go potty.” That led to a shocking reply. “Be sure to wipe.” Oh, God! She had to laugh! “I swear Joey camping out here now and then has ruined my babies.” Joey Thorne, her nephew! Her brother was technically Daisy’s half-brother through her father’s first affair with Audrey. Thus the name Thorne!

Leaving her bed Daisy shuffled to her ensuite and sat down on her toilet to tinkle. “I drank too much wine last night. I felt silly sitting here at home with candles and a bubble bath fantasizing that Henry was sharing my bathwater. So erotic! I really need to clear my head. He just made such an impression on me. I never realized just how lonely I was. Commitment scares me and now so does going without the man of my dreams. He being married with kids makes things impossible. Doesn’t it?” Ugh! Eyes closed, she claimed some teepee and wiped, then activated her bidet to cleanse her derriere. Much better!

Hands and face washed to better revive, Daisy dried off and took a stroll through her spacious three-bedroom apartment at Ceremony Center Condominiums. Fancy but not outrageous in rent. This was one perk she allowed her dad to interfere in. He wasn’t paying for it, but he did pull strings to get her into them without much of a credit check. Her career was only as a yoga instructor so that meant low income in some cases. Another good reason for leaving her air conditioning off. She had a roommate for a while, but when Wynette got married that ended that. She simply cut corners and held her own ever since. So far! She truly needed a better job.

“Ha! Maybe I should just be a dancer at Cashanova. That would definitely piss off dad. It was liberating to go naked in public. Still, that would just mean I was falling right under the spell of whoever dad works for. I’m better than that. Aren’t I?” Sighing, she greeted her only roommates now.

“Morning Burt! Morning Ernie!” Twin parrots in large cages were in her second bedroom along with her yoga mats. This room was for working out. Dumbbells and a weight machine also inhabited the room. Cardio bike in the living room!

Feeding them dried fruit and seeds she carefully cleaned their cage lining and added water to dishes. “There you go! Give mommy a kiss!”

“Pucker up!” Burt belted out. “Give me some tongue.” Ernie added! Perverts!

“You guys are too much.” She had to laugh! “Let me eat breakfast then get in my morning workout. I’ll put on some music while I lift to keep you company.” An old CD jambox that still worked perfectly, she turned it on to a mixed CD of some of her favorite older bands. To start them off was Styx, their song Babe. Calm was her jam. Singing to her babies with a dramatic set of hands to her heart they nodded along with her. Love was in the lair.

Enough crooning Daisy left the room and went to her kitchen. Making a smoothie with peaches and vitamin powder she enjoyed her milk moustache until she licked it from her lips. The song had her teary a bit with some of the lyrics. “Babe, I love You. I’ll be Missing you!” specifically. “Oh, Henry! Dang it! Why me?” She felt like a whiney bitch!

“Shake it off already!” She leaned on her kitchen counter after rinsing out her glass. “Stop thinking about that man. I probably won’t ever see him again. I need to clear my head.” Returning to her gym she proceeded to do a yoga routine to limber up, then set out to lift weights. Sweat was her best friend! There was nothing like a nude exercise regimen each day.

Huffing after her exertions she made her way back to her bedroom and sifted through her dresser for a running outfit.

“It’s supposed to be 98 degrees out today. Let’s dress cool. Which means stopping traffic.” She giggled holding up stretchy white booty shorts. “Cameltoe, camel crack! Sheer when wet.” Slipping her feet into them and pulling them up over her hips the narrow cloth grew gently transparent.

“Sweat won’t be my friend. Once these get damp you can see everything. Ha! After last night at the club I’m feeling bold. Let’s do it!” A white sports bra that was also narrow hugged her 36C magnificence. “Nip rip!” Shredded! Thick meaty nips were at full mast. “This top will go sheer too. Lookout Nashville, Daisy Lynn Chainwall is coming for you.” They might just come for you beautiful! Fair trade!

“God! I’m turning myself on. I need to shave I can see my pubes. My clit is just as perky as my nips. Sheesh! If I keep up this mental masturbation, I’ll be screaming Henry six blocks away.” Giggling over it she spotted something in her mirror. Something she had forgot to put away three days ago. Long before meeting Henry.