Episode 213: PupPet sHOw

10:00 PM! The Beckett household at Buck View Estates along the outskirts of Nashville, Tennessee.

All quiet! All dark!

Darcy Beckett crept from her bedroom and eased up to her daughter Andrea’s door like a ninja. A light snore heard she moved on downstairs. Wearing only a black silk robe, a very short Kimono style robe at that, she roamed the house relying on shadows and moonlight. With the kitchen exit to the backyard far enough away from Andi’s bedroom she felt at ease that her daughter would not hear her exit. Hidden stiletto heels in the pantry she slipped them on outside and began her journey next door to Parker Rockhurst’s home.

Seeing his grandson’s big truck made her apprehensive but she did make a deal with the devil to be at his home each night to satisfy his need for company. Ten grand given to her in advance she greedily accepted her escort payment and committed to the best of her ability. It did stress her out knowing that when her husband Randy was home, she would have to be sneaky, however Parker would not accept any no, or he would demand that money back and ignore her going forward. Sworn to protect her should Randy ever find out; she had her bases covered. She knew deep down Parker was a bad guy but the thrill of it all kept her from turning back. Aware also that Randy was and had been cheating on her, her husband really couldn’t say much in retaliation. With the police and Parker, a retired attorney to ease her conscience Darcy was ready for excitement.

Officer Joey Chandler having offered her a high paid Escort job that he would arrange dates for, she was giddy to start a new life. Well, additional life. She would have to be creative to explain to Randy whenever she was absent. If only those dates would take place while Randy was either at work or on his wildlife hunting trips things would go smooth. Of course, then there was her daughter Andrea to deal with. If only she had a boyfriend to keep her busy. Oh, Andi was trying to find one of those. No luck so far outside of being used. “I know Andi saw Parker’s grandson and finds him curious, but he might be too old and too close to home. Not only that but I don’t know the boy to judge his character. I suppose I might find out here soon.” She crossed the yards wobbly in her heels. She was definitely grateful that Parker was anal about cleaning up after his dog Malice, stepping in crap the size of her shoes would not be fun. Thinking of Friday’s upcoming weather forecast for rain she knew the stilettos were not going to work or she would sink those spikes into mud and never get out.

“I wonder how Parker will explain me to his grandson. There is really no way to hide the fact I’m Parker’s plaything if he walks in on us. Nor can I hide from him living right next door. This is going to be challenging. If Andi does get brave enough to say hi to him and they get attached that only creates more problems. If I didn’t crave the excitement and the money, I’d do the smart thing and just remain the housewife. Randy forbidding me to work all of these years leaves me without a resume should we ever get divorced. My signing a prenup years ago only hurts even more unless the courts factor in his cheating. I don’t know how all that legal mumbo jumbo works. All I can do is rely on Parker but at 80 how much longer does he have. Even Joey Chandler is up there in years. I give up, whatever happens, happens.”

Reaching the front door to Parker’s home she looks in to see him sitting in his recliner alone save for his dog Malice laying by the fireplace. “Same bat time, same bat channel.” She mused, “It’s like I never left him last night. At 80 what do I expect? Jazzersize?” A light knock on the door Malice jumps to his feet and woofs. Entering his home on her own she made her entrance waving. “Don’t get up. It’s just me.”

“Good evening Ms. Beckett. Right on time.”

“I’m trying my best. I had to wait until Andrea was asleep. I hope you can understand if I do end up a few minutes late on occasion. Skipping out on Randy is going to be even harder once he’s home.”

“On the dot or give me my money back Beckett. I don’t care what excuses you have to make.”

“I understand. I would like to keep that money. Besides, I gave some of it to Andrea to go shopping. Only what I feel I’ve earned so far. May I come in?”

“Leave the robe outdoors. Naked at all times going forward when entering my home.”

“Okay!” She steps back outside and removes her robe, using a flowerpot to weight it down in case the gossamer attire might blow away. Returning to Parker she entered and closed the door behind her. Before she could turn back around, she was blindsided by his dog Malice. Up on his hind legs his weight pinned her against the door. “SHIT!” She raised her voice. “Parker help me.” The dog was as tall as Darcy was on his back paws. Humping at her without any such penetration she found fear in the beast even as the dog licked her shoulder, back and neckline. “PARKER!”

“He’s simply saying hello.”

“He’s humping me.”

“As will I be shortly.” Parker carefully gets up from his recliner and hobbles to her side. A single word of, “HEEL!” the massive mutt retreated and went back to his bed. Again, before Darcy can move Parker places a palm at the middle of her back and hints that she remain there. Compliant, her cheek pressed to the door, she eyes the drooling mutt panting at her from across the room. Hearing Parker remove his own robe she trembled and voiced her thoughts in the moment.

“What about your grandson?”

“Downstairs in his room. I’ve given him the entire basement to call his own.”

“What if he comes up and sees us?”

“Then he gets an eye full. This is my home; I’ll do as I please.”

“He will know we are neighbors Parker. Can he be trusted not to tell Randy or Andrea?”

“Worry about it when your husband asks you about something. Until then, my money owns you. If you expect more then start showing your appreciation.”

“I’m here, aren’t I? Yes, I could give your money back, but I don’t want to. I can handle most anything Parker but... “ She eyes his canine.

“Malice will obey anything I tell him. As will you, Ms. Beckett. Is this understood? Your future is very promising financially should you cooperate.”

“I intend to. I just have certain things that I...”

“GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! I WILL EXPECT PAYMENT IN FULL BY MORNING.”

“What? Parker I... “ He stepped back and ignored her. Still hugging the door, she tilted only her head to peer over her shoulder at him. “I will do as you ask.”

“Not ask! ORDER! Get that through your beautiful head Beckett. You are from this point on nothing but a whore on my leash.” Hearing leash Malice barked once. “Bring me your leash Malice.” Jumping up the dog left the living room and returned with his leash within his mouth. Smart fucking monstrosity! Claiming the leash Parker rolled the leather around his knuckle then lashed out at Darcy welting her bare bottom once. Whining over the sting she submitted.

“That hurt Parker.” Again, he swatted her other cheek. “Oww! You win I’ll obey.”

“On your knees facing me.” A swift turn Darcy dropped to her knees and looked up at him with tearing eyes. A snap of his fingers Malice sat down drooling. Removing the dog’s large, spiked collar Parker Rockhurst then shifted to his left and buckled it around Darcy’s neck, hooking the leash to it. “Do you see how easy it is to possess a whore Beckett?”

“Yes!”

“Tonight, you earn that pay. Five thousand for this evening alone. A grand for last night. You now have four thousand in credit until you work that off. There is another ten grand waiting to be earned next week. Do you want that money?”

“Very much!”

“Then I advise you to never tell me no to anything. Your future clients will demand the same. Consider tonight ... training.”

“Oh, God! Okay!”

“What’s all the racket up here Grampa?” A voice behind him Parker gnashes his teeth at an untimely intrusion. He was still getting used to this young man portraying family.

“You’re just in time Beauregard. Might I trouble you to walk my new puppy?”

“Whoa! Who is that?”

“My lovely neighbor, Ms. Darcy Beckett. My grandson Beau.”

“Hello Beau.”

“Hi. Uhhh? Wow! You’re beautiful.”

“Thank you.” She blushed.

“I think I saw your daughter looking out a window. Wait! I saw you briefly going in your back door.”

“Coming home from a walk on the trails behind our homes. Yes, my daughter mentioned seeing you. She thinks you’re cute.”

“Awesome! I’m sure I’ll run into her at some point. Does she go to college? I just started here in Nashville. Well, I begin next Monday. Took two weeks off to settle in here. Grampa?” He played it cool with a concerned look.

“Andrea is still a senior in high school.”

“Ah! I’m a Junior in college.”

“I’m certain Ms. Beckett will still give you a glowing recommendation. Now that I think of it you might make quite the couple.” Darcy immediately turned pale. Involving her daughter in any way only complicated her life.

“Cool! I’d love to meet her. Why is she naked on a leash?”

“Ms. Beckett here is my whore.”

“Whore? Whoa!”

“Come lad.” Parker lifted the handle on the leash toward the boy, “Take Ms. Beckett outside and walk her in the yard.”

“As in like ... potty?”

“I actually could pee.” Darcy admitted with reluctance. All of this was taxing her nerves which always excited her bladder. Handing the leash off to Beau, falsified name, he claimed it and opened the door.

“This is really weird.”

“Do you want cut out of your inheritance Boy?”

“No Sir! Let’s go, Ms. Beckett.” Beau exited the door, Darcy crawling on all fours out onto the front patio. Once down in the grass she squatted and relieved herself with a bashful expression.

“I’m sorry you have to see this.”

“I’m sorry I have to be this cruel. I’m not like Grampa. No offense but you are fucking hot.”

“I’m glad you think so even smelling my urine.”

“I’ll get over that. Listen, I know this is crazy, but I’d actually love to meet your daughter if you don’t feel I’m too old. I don’t know anyone in Nashville. A tour guide might help.”

“Keep my lifestyle from my daughter and yes, I’ll allow it. From my husband as well.”

“You’re married? Uhhh? Yeah, I can keep your secret as long as you don’t presume, I might hold this over your head. I’m totally not a bad guy.”

“I will take your word on that.”

“RUB HER FACE IN HER PISS!” Parker ordered. Darcy instantly shot a glance toward her home. She prayed that Andrea did not wake up at Parker’s volume. Pouting at Beau, Darcy just backed up and bent forward to place her face into her puddle. Beau looking down at her grinned and dared to plant his boot heel on the back of her head and made her wallow in her mess. Parker gave the boy a thumbs up for his added effort, Beau Hunter not only laughed inside at his rechristened name but at what that crazy old coot was into. Twisted fucker!

“Sorry! Grampa motioned me to do that.” He released her to look up at him with a gross expression. Stepping outside nude Parker went to his garden hose and uncurled the length to turn it on. Waving Beau to walk her to him, Parker sprayed her down washing off her face. She was a drowned rat. He then found her robe and used it as a towel to wipe her off.

“Much better! Beau? Take her inside. It’s time you and I bonded. Ms. Beckett here is going to give us a nice hand job.”

“No way!”

“Right, Beckett?”

“It would be my pleasure.” She knew there was no real alternative. Those dollar signs were clouding her judgment. Not only that but now that she had participated in so much with Officer Ross Green, his fellow officers, Parker here, she knew they could ruin her life. This humiliation was only getting started. Leading her back indoors Darcy found Malice wanting to lick her face and sniff where she had peed from. His cold snout in her cunt was haunting but she none the less followed Beau to the sofa. As depressing as this all was, she was undeniably aroused.

“So weird! So weird!” Beau recited loud enough for Darcy to hear him and think the young man was reluctant to go along with his grandfather, more so his employer, no blood relation. Beau was the perfect pawn by choice, like Darcy greedy for a dirty paycheck. The stepson of a State Trooper up North with crooked intent which easily rubbed off on his boy, Beau would stab anyone in the back to come out on top. While he found Parker Rockhurst a sick motherfucker, he had to admit the guy got results.

After hours of discussion today, Beau, true name Curtis Stewart, had his running orders to make Darcy’s still illegal daughter Andrea fall for him and sucker punch the still illegal Princess into losing her virginity to the old man. Sure, it was fun being a player and getting laid whenever he wanted. Here in Nashville the stakes were so much higher. Pussy everywhere he looked, bitches begging to be fucked. What Parker should have done was enroll him into high school and let him hook up with Andi there. Even at 22 he could easily pass at 17 or 18. Too late now, college it was. As if he was really attending unless Parker arranged something that mimicked enrollment.

Parker following them back inside closed his front door and paused long enough to praise his dog for good behavior. Malice lured back to his pet bed stretched out panting and waited to see what came next. Sitting on the sofa with a cushion in between he and Beau once directed, Darcy was coaxed to sit in the center cushion. “My boy? This is my gift to you. It has been far too long since we’ve had any quality time together. Not since your whore of a mother married, dare I add remarried your stepfather. Both useless twits!” Beau wanted to laugh but put on his best poker face, acting almost sad at the name calling. It was a fact though in his real home life. His mother was indeed a whore and had remarried a State Trooper. But even married she still sought out other men to satisfy her lust. His stepdad Craig was pretty cool, he did buy Curt his camo-colored pickup truck. Gave him a few tricks of the trade in how to make money and get laid. Yeah, Craig Hargash was no better than his mom Belinda.

“Grampa, I think Mrs. Beckett is feeling this is wrong. I mean I just asked about her daughter. Since I’m new to Nashville it would be cool to have a girl to show me around. I don’t want her mom here to think the worst of me.”

“Nonsense! Beckett here will not hold what I insist against you. Will you, Beckett?”

“No, Parker!” Defeated but putting on her own game face she smiled at Beau. “If Andrea wants to show you around Nashville you have my permission. However, you might want to meet her father first. Andi has never had a boyfriend before so she will likely be shy.” Laughable Parker thought, knowing what her daughter had just done today at McRonald’s with almost two dozen young men. The day before that almost as extravagant. A slut in the making he mused. Not terribly far off, the girl was naive and simply wanting the adventure she lacked over the years. Like her mother Andrea had been issued permission to even run naked wherever she chose to. Isolated thus far to the fast-food joint she was off to a good start. “Can you take your time with her Beau?”

“Absolutely! Are you sure my letting you do things to me won’t affect your decision?”

“Your grandfather’s money is sufficient to keep me quiet. I am an escort.” Newbie, but in her eyes already christened. “It is my job to perform and treat my clients to whatever they desire.”

“I bet guys fantasize about you all the time. Just saying!”

“I really don’t know. I’m new to this but I do get quite a few craned necks from men when I walk by.”

“Of course, you do, Beckett.” Parker reclaimed the leash and held it. “You my dear are prime rib. The money you will make will keep you going back for more. Trust this old power player. I’ve been around every block in this city.”

“Your dog frightens me.” She had to at least appeal to Parker’s sensible side. “Last night you told me I would never have to worry about Malice going too far.”

“Ah! I suppose I did. Fine! Only licks then. I can always get him a bitch to ride.”

“Bless you Parker. I can handle the licking, but I just don’t want my reputation drug through the mud over bestiality. I think I would go insane and fall into a deep depression if you forced him on me.”

“Please, grampa! Don’t do that to Mrs. Beckett.”

“As you wish Beauregard. You are so very right. Beckett here does not need to ruin her beauty by claw marks or mental scars. She needs to maintain her beauty and build her empire. Forgive an old man Darcy.”

“I truly do appreciate you, Parker. The sex with other men I can do. I actually look forward to meeting my first clients.”

“Training will be insisted upon. This collar, this leash, are both in order. Some of your clients will demand you play out the slave.”

“Roleplay, then?”

“A deeply rooted roleplay Beckett. You must be convincing in every way. I do believe I’ll discuss that with Joe Chandler. Getting you into shape so to speak is very important.”

“What are we talking about grampa? What have you gotten yourself into?”

“Long before you were born Beauregard. At one time I owned this city from the shadows. Since I’ve retired, I now let others handle the specifics. You need not trouble yourself young man, I want you to lead your life how you see fit.”

“Even if that means I disagree with letting Mrs. Beckett blow me?” She shivered at the boy’s gallant comeback. Maybe her daughter was in good hands.

“Oh, no! You will humor me my boy. It’s time I made you a man.”

“I’m already a man. I’m no virgin grampa.”

“Ah! Of course not, a strapping young lad such as yourself must have had a multitude of girls.”

“Not really! Only one girl named Marlene, she took my virginity at eighteen. You know I was pretty much a homebody, only going hunting and fishing with dad. My real dad.” He emphasized for Darcy. “The only sport in school was track, no debate team, heck, I barely got a B average. College is killing me, but I know I need to get a degree. On my own grampa! Don’t you go buying my teachers off.”

“I will do nothing of the sort. Hard work pays off. Isn’t that right, Beckett?” Parker wagged his timid erection at her. That was meant to cue her to earn her money.

“Beau?” She turned slightly and dared to reach over and palm his concealed erection. Feeling it, she surmised a thick seven. “Let me make you sleep better tonight. I won’t hold my actions against your meeting my daughter. Just respect her please.”

“I don’t know.” He creased his brow then eyed her palm rubbing his tented sweats. Faking a troubled thought, he looked up into her eyes. “Only if the leash and collar come off. Please grampa!”