Episode 263: DEAR HUNTER

6:00 PM!

“So much for chicken.”

Darcy Beckett decided to hold off on dinner once she got a text from her husband Randy saying he had bought KFC for lunch. Showered, dressed, smelling like a million bucks she leaned on her kitchen counter thinking. “Today was absolutely the wildest thing I have ever done in my entire life. Ross Green and Joey Chandler were not kidding when they warned me that training would be extreme at times. Being forced to wear a hood that I couldn’t see through or hear a darn thing through was crazy hot but terrifying just the same.” That required fanning her features with a piece of mail on her countertop.

“At least they maintained my identity for me. I worry something fierce that one of these times I’ll run into someone I know, and it will cause a ripple effect. Once the damage reaches Randy, he’ll divorce me without taking a second to breathe. I’ve sold my hole to the devil agreeing to all of this escort stuff. The bad thing is it’s a job I can handle, and it pays well. I didn’t really think it through in all of the excitement of the sex. I so needed laid and once I gave it up to Ross last week, I couldn’t resist a second round. Although today was pretty incredible.”

Shivering at the thought, she grew excessively horny all over again. “All of those men taking me, not even knowing who I was or if I were even pretty. I mean I’m stunning, but they didn’t know that. My body is nearly perfect because I’m naturally fit. Which makes my becoming an escort at my age even more lucrative. If I can bank every penny that I earn over the next two to three years I can stop and just go back to being the housewife. This isn’t a lifetime occupation.” Pondering it further she sighed, “I can’t even think badly over what I’m doing anymore. I need sex and certainly something fun in my boring as fuck life. As long as I’m careful I’ll just enjoy myself and create a nice little rest egg.” Puckering her lower lip, she accepted her future assessment with stride.

Hearing the garage door open up she broke away from her thought process. “I wonder who beat who home? Randy is running late but that’s nothing new. With Andrea shopping for those birthday gifts for Sable and Dakota that might get her home by 7:00 or later. It has to be Randy.” Walking through her kitchen to the dining room Darcy opened the interior garage entry and looked inside to find Randy shutting his SUV off. Waving with a smile he left the vehicle and rounded the hood. In looking at the grill he chuckled. “Grill of my dreams!” Was it the hooded woman or his Soviet secretary Olga on his mind.

“Hood!” Answered that! “I wonder what that hot ass hooded whore really looks like. I need to hire her to come back and actually take her for a spin myself. Gus and the guys raved about her, so it just makes sense. Maybe I can up her pay rate to get that hood off.” Sighing he moved up onto the short staircase and met Darcy for a warm, welcoming kiss. “Now that’s what I needed after a long day.”

“I’ve missed you too. I wasn’t sure if it was you or Andrea pulling in. I told her to be home before dark.”

“Ehhh! She has an hour yet. Sorry about the dinner plans. Did you also forget I have fish to clean? The ice is probably melted out in the shed’s fridge. I better shred those puppies, or they’ll go bad.”

“All yours my handsome hunter.” Saying that she instantly recalled her neighbor boy Beau Hunter. “Speaking of, I spoke to Beau earlier today about Andrea. I spotted him outside while he was shooting arrows at a target on one of Parker’s trees out back. You might have some stiff competition. He’s really good.” With a bow and his cock, she thought.

“Oh, yeah?”

“I told Beau that you would probably challenge him to an archery contest.”

“Not the worst way of getting to know the guy who is interested in dating our daughter. Man to man usually irons out the details.”

“I agree. I’ll just sit back in a lawn chair and watch. You should tell him the loser guts your fish.”

“Now that idea is even better.” He laughed. “You’re in a good mood tonight. Over our spat concerning our sex life?”

“For now!” She sneered playfully, “I made my own fun today, so, I’m good. Not that I’d deny you at bedtime if up to it.”

“We’ll see! A few beers and I might be feeling frisky.” He sneered right back. “Let me go change and get outside before the sun does go down. I... “ He was interrupted by a knock on the back door. “Someone doesn’t use the front door.” Setting his briefcase on the counter Randy stepped to the back door and opened it. Outside stood Beau waving. “We were just discussing you.”

“Good, I hope!” Beau lowered his eyes, “Sorry If I caught you at a bad time. Grampa told me to come over and ask if you and the family would like to join us out back. He had me collect firewood all day for a fire. I think he’s hoping to get on your good side so you might let me see Andrea.”

“I think Dar and I are in agreement that as long as you treat her good there’s a chance.” That made Beau pump his fist laughing. “So, Darcy had a brilliant idea which might work well with that fire. I have a half dozen fish to scale out in my shed. Archery contest to see who cleans those? Best of five shots?”

“I’d help clean the fish even if you lost.”

“Definitely a keeper.” Randy peered back at nosey Darcy. Seeing her behind him Beau waved again. “Make up some corn meal for the fish we clean, and we can fry them out on the fire. Tell Parker we’ll be there.”

“Awesome! I’ll go get a fire going and set up my target again. Gramps can haul out some lawn chairs.”

“Be there in fifteen minutes.”

“Later guys.” The young man darted off the deck and ran for his new home. Closing the door Randy turned to his wife and saw her bending over in the pantry to get the corn meal. Wearing tight denim shorts that crept deep between her thighs she unintentionally offered a hint of butt crevice. He immediately thought of the hooded woman again.

“Maybe I should get Darcy a tramp stamp.” Goosing her in going by he headed upstairs. Wild-eyed she smiled over it.

“He’s already frisky. I might actually get some tonight.” Her smile quickly faded, “Crap! I have to sneak over and meet Parker or lose my money. This deal he and I made is going to be hard to fulfill. If Randy gets frisky, I’ll be late getting there. Hopefully, I can talk Parker into giving me some lead way during this cookout. If not, maybe I’ll get lucky, and Randy will go right to sleep.”

By 7:00, Andrea Beckett made her way home and parked her mother’s car. Garage now full she closed the exterior garage door and hauled her bags into the house. Three dresses for herself and one each for the McKellen twins she entered to a quiet house. “I’m home!” She yelled out to no reply. Seeing a bowl of meal and aluminum foil on tray’s ready she grimaced. “Fish! Ewww!” Heading upstairs in a hurry she hung up her dresses and left the twins outfits in the bag. Stripping out of her school dress she hurried into the shower and washed up. Getting dressed all over again, this time in denim shorts like her mom and a cute red camisole, no bra she went back downstairs and found Darcy in the kitchen.

“When did you sneak in?” Darcy pepped up at seeing her daughter.

“Fifteen minutes ago. I rushed up to grab a shower. Did dad tell you I met Beau before school this morning?”

“He did. Beau told me as well. He was out shooting arrows this morning, so I snuck out to gauge if your father had a chance of beating him at target practice.”

“Is he any good?” Andi grew giddy. Darcy turned away long enough to flare her eyes and think, “Very good!” Sexually! “Very good!” Aloud! “Your father might lose. Go watch I’ll be out shortly.”

“Okay!” She paused to retrace her steps. “Do I look cute enough for Beau?”

“No bra?” Darcy noted nipples loud and proud.

“No bra?’ Andi retaliated pointing at her mother’s top with equally pointy arrowheads.

“Go!” Laughter between them they understood one another very well. Out the backdoor Andrea flew. Locating the men further out back near the timber line Andrea hurried to stand behind them, checking Beau out in his shooting stance. Waiting so as not to distract him she looked over by the bonfire to see Parker Rockhurst seated in a lawn chair, his dog Malice laying at his feet. Spotting the dog, she cringed a bit remembering seeing that huge mutt fucking some woman in his living room. It made her queasy and tense. Quietly, she shuffled up to her father’s side to hug him. Even in doing that, she suddenly recalled the bathroom incident and her father making her clean the floor while naked. Everything was just so crazy these days.

“DAMMIT!” Beau missed his shot by two inches. Close to that bullseye but not far off.

“Not far off.” Randy nodded, impressed by two in a row. “I’m one bullseye up on you.”

“Don’t let it go to your head.” Beau chuckled and noticed Andi. “Hey! You made it home. Maybe you can rub some luck off on me.”

“I’ll rub you.” Andrea blushed and stepped away from Randy to rub the boys muscular drawing arm. “There! Bullseye for sure.”

“Whose side are you on?” Randy narrowed his eyes. Flipping her tongue out at her father she blushed and shuffled back to his side. “I could use that luck when it’s my turn.”

“Mom can help you with that.” She was pleasantly over what her father had made her do before school. The love in his demeanor said it all. Arm around her shoulder Randy watched Beau line up his shot, hold firm, draw back his string and let loose the arrow. Bullseye! The second the arrowhead pierced its stuffed target Andi jumped for joy. “See? You need to let me rub you off more often.” A queer expression out of Randy she realized her phrasing was way off target, “I mean rub your arm more often. Stop thinking dirty.” She swatted her dad’s bicep.

“Careful now! Don’t bruise me and handicap my game here.” Leaving Beau’s arrow centered Randy escorted his daughter behind him then motioned Beau back. As he took his stance for his next shot Beau joined Andi with a smirk and bumped shoulders with her. The near factor made her giddy to the point of hooking his arm and holding him close. The reaction on his part was to sneak in a kiss to her cheek. It immediately became a chain of events, Andrea reaching over and rubbing his bare abdomen. No shirt on he was just too sexy not to want to touch. Randy drawing back his bow kept him distracted so Beau took a risk and grabbed Andrea’s right breast and squeezed it. In awe of his attentions, she flared her eyes then just lowered her right arm to palm his obvious erection through his jeans.

Shot taken Randy clipped the bullseye on a corner but still a bullseye none the less. “Pulled a bit too much to my right.” So had Andi in gripping Beau’s dick. Even as Randy lowered his bow Andrea took the bait and used her fingers to crease along the full length of his hidden beast. Eying her father she held that impression until Randy turned with a sigh. Releasing Beau, she stood up straight and stepped to Beau’s left out of reach. It became a game of keep away. “You’re up Pup.”

“Thanks, Big Dog!” Beau chuckled with a smug look and grabbed another arrow from his quiver. “Speaking of, I hope you don’t mind but I made over your hunting hounds earlier. Through their pen, I didn’t go inside.”

“I’m sure Luke and Duke loved you for it. Was Darcy out there with you?”

“No. She went back in the house after a chat here while I was practicing.”

“Gotcha! So, what’s your intentions toward my daughter here.” Randy was hoping to make the boy nervous so that his shot would go astray. Hearing her dad’s question Andrea turned beet red but kept silent.

“I was thinking of a June wedding next year.”

“WHAAAAAAT!” So much for silence. Andrea couldn’t believe her ears. “Shouldn’t we date first?”

“I was joking! Chill out neighbor girl.” Beau winked at Randy. Amused as he was Randy did see a bit of chemistry between them. Turning away from his flirtations Beau again anchored his feet and prepped his next shot.

“Better get a real job, my kid here has expensive tastes. A big rock is necessity.” Andi was ready to run, turning in step until Randy caught her by her hair and pulled her back into him. If he had grabbed her camisole, it might have ripped. “Get back here. I’m just making things clear to the man.”

“I’ll ask grampa if I can have my inheritance early.” Beau laughed. “Trust me, I’ll have money by June.”

“Stop talking!” Andrea reclaimed her hair and whined. “Pizza and a movie first.” Sad, that’s what Sable McKellen had told Travis Herbert. Still waiting on a real date, pizza or not.

“Works for me.” Shot sent spiraling, Beau hit that damned bullseye again. “I’m thinking that’s three of five Dad.” Beau had to rub it in. Clapping heard prevented further shenanigans.

“That’s my boy!” Parker Rockhurst called out from the firepit area. Raising a bottle of Jack Daniel’s and a shot glass the old codger grew antsy. “Get over here Beckett. Have a drink with me and let’s make up for lost time. All these years living next to one another we’ve never really bonded. Drink with an old man.”

“I have fish to clean. Let me get on those or we won’t be eating until 10:00.”

“I’ll do it. I intended to clean the fish for you anyway. I just wanted to see how good you were with a bow.” Andi knew exactly how good she would be with a Beau. “First date! Andrea can help me.”

“Ohhh, no! I’m not watching you gut a fish; I’ll vomit.”

“Just show him the fridge and let him get started. I’m pretty sure he can find the cutlery set and get the job done. There’s a stereo out there if you want music.”

“Perfect! You can collect our arrows and I’ll get started.” Beau sat his bow and quiver on the hood of his truck and walked with Andrea toward the tool shed at the back of their property.

“Your grandson seems like a good kid, Parker.”

“That he is. Fuck those arrows, they can keep. Get over here, I poured you a beginners shot.”

“I can toss back. It’s been a long week between my hunting trip and today at work. A few more days and I’ll be heading back out to the hills. I have a buck with my name on it.” Randy lay his own bow down and joined Parker.

“Deer hunter, eh?”

“One of many games I play.” He chuckled. “Big game is my jam.”

“I can believe that.” Parker winked watching Randy belt down his shot. Not even a wince at the taste. Tougher than expected. Sitting across from him Randy watched Parker pour two more shots. Passing his shot glass back over they clinked their swill. “To the game that didn’t get away. I’m sure she was a hottie.” The comment made Randy pause. There was no way Parker knew he was seeing other women.

“Now Rockhurst, why would you think I’d have a roving eye when I have a wife as sexy as mine?”

“Age knows!” He tapped the tip of his nose. “I can smell her on you. No need to be edgy, this is man to man stuff. Your missus doesn’t hear it from me.”

“Not confirming!” Randy downed his second shot, Parker joining him with a clench of dentures.

“You denying?”

“Why are you snooping?”

“Relax, Beckett! I’ve been there. Back when my wife was alive, I used to hit this gorgeous Russian chick I knew.” The Russian part perked up Randy’s curiosity, his secretary Olga being Russian. “Now those young ladies are bred to keep a fella warm at night. My late-wife Ginger was a good bird, but nothing compared to my Olga.”

“Hold up! You had an on the side lover named Olga? My secretary is an Olga and also Russian.”

“Small world! Busty and blonde like my flame?”

“She is. That’s pretty ironic.” All made up of course. With cameras at Randy’s office, Watchtower knew his every move, including Olga Corchinski. Parker was indeed a snoop, his ties to Watchtower offering him surveillance of anyone he wanted to watch. “And no, I have not slept with my secretary.”