Episode 279: HangOVER

6:00 AM! The Beckett Household on the outskirts of Nashville.

Alarm waking her Darcy Beckett snuggled beneath her sheets pondering last nights over the top events. This included how callous she felt leaving her husband Randy passed out on the living room sofa. Rather than carry him upstairs or babysit him with any washcloth and trash can should he vomit, she just placed a blanket over him and went to bed. He was a grown man; he could fend for himself.

Drugged by their ancient neighbor Parker Rockhurst so that he could fuck Darcy directly in front of her husband was fun in his eyes, hers, not so much. The fear of being caught was a constant. While unsettled by the fact that he was cheating on her behind her back, she truly had no reason to be pissed off. In her lust she too cheated if not only a week ago. Sure, she flaunted her amazing body in front of others as often as she could while Randy was at work or off hunting, but she hadn’t cheated until hunky Officer Ross Green at McRonalds of all places.

Guilt went right out the window once he staked a claim over her. Preying upon her hidden desires Ross graduated her to other men, Parker Rockhurst one of them. Once the taste of other men and the potential of making money, BIG money, she adopted a new persona. Maybe that crazy black hood Ross put her in yesterday was indeed her fresh identity. She shivered at how insane it was to be literally fucked silly by Randy’s very own work crew and not one person knew it was her. Fake tattoos applied, a false mole here and there she was a new kind of whore. Now knowing that Randy had toyed with her at the job site but didn’t fuck her Darcy was more confused than ever.

On one hand she shouldn’t sweat it, it was gloriously great fun. Even if Randy busted her and asked for a divorce, she had a sworn oath by Parker to bleed Randy dry in her favor. Brutal but one darn good life insurance policy. The question remained; did she have the heart to do that to him. She did love Randy; their life had just taken dual directions these days. He still made time for family at least once a month, usually dinner somewhere fancy, or a concert. Seeing Blake Shelton at his club Old Red there in Nashville was awesome. It dawned on her in thinking of that concert what if she had been hired to ever sleep or entertain any famous people. With Blake now with Gwen Stefani why would he ever stray? Fun fantasy nonetheless! “My luck I’d get hired to seduce a midget convention.” Time to get up! Hearing her daughter’s alarm meant asking to borrow her car again.

Food running low she needed to go grocery shopping. The fish fry last night cashed quite a few ingredients; the cupboards were getting bare long before that. “I just know I’ll be on call for someone today. At least my deal with Parker is every night after Randy and Andi are in bed. Well, hopefully in bed. He expects punctual so I might need to get creative. Slipping out will get tedious at some point. At least tonight Randy might be exhausted. He’s bound to deal with a hangover all day today so maybe he will come straight home and just crash. If not, I might need to pay Parker back. I do not want to do that. Making my own money and having fun doing it is incredible. My self-esteem has hit an all-time high even if my life has hit that low. I love feeling sexy and knowing that guys seem to want me at my age. With Beau next door I know that’s the whole MILF fantasy but the older men, Randy’s crew were incredible. Knowing that his righthand man Gus who I’ve known for years had me was scary, but he most likely would never know. With Ross putting a hood on me and fake tattoos I should always be safe. I don’t have any recognizable blemishes anywhere, and my body could be one of a hundred women in Nashville.” Freckles at worse! None noticed!

Putting on a thin red silk robe that stopped at her thighs Darcy tied her sash. A swift grab of her cellphone from its charger Momma Beckett stepped out to find Andrea opening her own door. Pajamas recently slipped on after sleeping nude Andi smiled at her mother. “Can I drive again today?”

“I knew that was coming. Not today, Baby! I need to grocery shop and maybe get a manicure, so that I look nice for the McKellen party on Saturday.”

“So, you’re not just going to drop me off and leave?”

“Henry did invite me. I need friends Andrea. Maybe you don’t see how boring my life must be out here. All I do is housework, cook, run errands when I have my car,” She winked, “and sunbathe. With the rain coming I want to get a few things done.”

“I’ll survive! Mom?” Andrea hesitated in the hallway next to the bathroom door. “I have a problem.”

“Tampons under my sink.”

“No, not that kind of problem. Although, I am due but not bloated yet. Anyway! I think I like Beau, but I also like another boy at school named Nathan. I wanted Beau to be my date at the party, but he couldn’t make it. Nate said yes! Now I’m worried that I’m going to upset one or the other. I’ve never been in a situation like this before.” Not to mention the three dozen Marietta-Deville Mustangs she was playing with. They weren’t dates, at least not yet. Tucker maybe! Step at a climb, she thought!

“Two young men! My baby is growing up.”

“I also think I’m ready to lose my virginity.” She clenched her teeth expecting a speech.

“I knew that was on the horizon. I’m here for you if you have questions. I’m certain you know enough without any long-drawn-out birds and bees’ story.”

“Thanks mom! I know what it’s all about, it just scares me that first penetration. I’m afraid I’ll embarrass whoever takes it by bleeding a lot.”

“I know I did. Just a fair warning. Every woman is different, of course. You might get lucky and not have such a, dare I say it, bloodbath. When your father took mine, I had to throw out our sleeping bag.”

“Sleeping bag?”

“Yes, we went camping. That was when he tried to get me to enjoy the great outdoors. The sex and nature were fine. The hunting, fishing, and mosquito bites not so much. I suspect if you date Beau, you might be in for all of that. I know for positive that you are just like me when it comes to all of that. Neither of us are into your dad’s idea of fun.” A brief flashback to Randy making her lick toothpaste off his bathroom floor while naked gave her a chill. In a weird way she got wet between the thighs. Why? It had to just be the whole boy thing in general.

“Mister McKellen is supposed to set up tents in the backyard for the sleepover. You’re not sleeping over to, are you?”

“No Baby! I won’t cramp your style. Is this Nathan spending the night?”

“I’m not sure. I guess I never considered that.” Bullshit! “Can I confide in you without ruining Saturday night?”

“My lips are sealed.”

“I think the twins are going to lose their virginities together. Angus Furlong with Dakota and Travis Herbert with Sable.”

“And you want to join them.”

“Yes and no. Like I said, I don’t know which boy I want. I mean, I’m pretty sure Nathan is a virgin like me so that helps. Beau if it ever goes that far,” Close enough! “, is experienced.” Just ask Darcy! “Don’t you think it’s smarter to learn together rather than it be one-sided?”

“This is true. Only you can decide that Baby. The only advice I want you to practice is to make certain whoever they are that they wear protection. When I’m out shopping today, I’ll buy some condoms for you to take just in case.”

“You’re so awesome!” That deserved a hug. It was a great bonding moment. “I better get my shower. Are you taking me to school?”

“Let me see what kind of condition your father is in first. If he goes in late, then yes.” Understood! Andrea dramatically pivoted on the ball of her foot and shuffled into the bathroom to fire up her morning shower. Overnight cock breath from blowing Beau, she needed to brush those ivories.

Next door, morning coffee in the living room was hot and reviving. For an old fart like Parker Rockhurst, he was used to getting up in time to see the rooster crossing the road for no particular reason. Sun creeping up on the horizon was iffy at best, rain coming in the cloud cover was dismal one minute then sparse blue sky as if wishful thinking. A short walk of his dog in the backyard he was back to his front of the house living room to watch the morning news and check on his beautiful bitches one property over.

“Kendra Goony! You brighten the worst of days young lady.” With minimal going on at the Beckett household he switched back to the busty Channel 12 weather girl. She was not truly a girl Kendra was 37 going on 20 in her perfect smile, and features. Long brunette hair pinned up so that her kissable neckline was exposed, and alluring was a good beginning of everyone’s day. She promoted lust merely for her own self-worth but was often encouraged to help up the network’s viewership ratings. No complaints on the networks part she often pushed the boundaries to see where those aligned. Wardrobe for one, suggestive flirts to her anchors whether they deserved it or not at least made a boring job lively.

A 40G investment, her chest was barely hidden today by an off the shoulder burgundy colored dress. She often moved around her marks on the floor with vigor like a bimbo. An act of course, she was as smart as a whiplash smile. Jostled about and near areola slippage she put on one hell of a wakeup show. “Yeah! Yeah! Rain tomorrow. You’ve said that since Tuesday. I dare you to do your report on the weather outside on Friday and forget the fucking umbrella you Tart.” Pondering that fact Parker plucked up his cellphone and made a call.

“Channel 12 story desk. How can I help you?” A feminine voice asked.

“You must be new.” He switched camera feeds on his TV to the newsroom with the aid of Watchtower hacker Pinterest. He or she was in charge of in the field cameras today. The hackers’ identities were often withheld from even certain board members of the shadow cabinet. Network surveillance cameras panning in on a perky blonde with her own hair up the gently overweight woman was quite lovely in a nerdy sort of way. Classified as a medium build, her own cleavage was zeroed in on by the tech at Parker’s disposal.

“I am actually. I started last week. How did you know?” She was smiling brightly for so early in the AM.

“Psychic!” A name rolled across his screen as a facial recognition program deciphered her identity. “Your name begins with an R and I’m seeing a bouquet of flowers. Is it Rose?”

“Goodness! Yes, it is. You really are a psychic.” She giggled and toyed with a well-placed blonde curl dangling near her cheek, the remainder of her hair pinned into a rooster crown. “So, how may I help you? Anything to report?”

“Nothing story wise. I need to speak to the studio head Milton Pozner. Tell him it’s his old friend Paycheck Parker.”

“Can I tell him what this entails, he’s on the floor at the moment.”

“You’re single, aren’t you Rose? I don’t see a ring on your finger.” Literally! She had no idea he was watching her on a spy cam. “Sorry my dear. A psychic reading rears its ugly head when I least expect it.” Her resume unfolding on his TV screen he knew every detail of her life.

“I am! Are you flirting, Mister Paycheck?” She acted bubbly. At 42, Rose was so ready for the dating scene to return after a lousy first attempt marriage that lasted two years.

“That would be unprofessional of me. But I do see myself sipping coffee seated across from a lovely blonde.” As he was this very second.

“Oh, my! I am a blonde. Might I request a personal reading? I am so in tune with the idea of knowing my future.”

“I work out of my home. I fear I’m retired and quite relaxed.”

“I can come to you if you can fit me in.”

“I feel a strong connection to you my dear Rose. Ah! I see a thornbush.”

“Oh, my gosh! My last name is Thorne. In college I was called Rosebush. Don’t ask but there is more to the story.” She giggled. “Would you be free around 5:00 this afternoon? I’m off the clock at 4.”

“Make it 5:30!”

“How much do you charge for a reading?”

“Bring me a bottle of Scotch and share a glass with me and I’ll call us even.”

“Done! I’m so excited. Where do you live?” A quick address offered she jotted it down for her GPS.

“Before you interrupt Milton for me, I must ask. Are you a dog lover?” Beside him his Norwegian Malice perked up. A wink at his pup Rose had to ask her own question in response.

“You’re the psychic, you tell me.” Watchtower Pinterest was five steps ahead revealing camera footage of Rose at her home walking a dog. Big dog at that!

“I see a bull for some unexplained reason.”

“Oh, you are good.” She laughed, “I own a three-year-old AKC Bullmastiff I named Quarry. Like a rock quarry, my father owns a rock quarry up north.”

“I see! I own a Norwegian called Malice. He’s more trouble than he’s worth.” Dog treat from a jar dispelled his pup’s expression of, “Really, dude?” Parker had a good chuckle.

“5:30 then! I promise not to keep you waiting. If I can place you on hold, I’ll track down Mister Pozner.”

“You are a gem.” Rose was all sorts of giddy as she teased her cleavage. Glancing around as she called Milton, she saw no eyes upon her and ran her fingers up her skirt. Unable to hear Parker he sighed, “Easy prey if I ever saw one.”

“Man! I really need to take lessons from you Grampa.”

Turning his attention to his dining room entry Parker spotted his Watchtower hired grandson getting ready for his morning run. “Watch and learn my boy. Watch and earn!” Learn and earn side-by-side sounded promising. Holding his shoes Curt Stewart aka Beau Hunter took a seat on the sofa and watched Rose rubbing herself while talking to Milton on the other end of her call. Patching Milton through for Parker, Rose hung up her end and sat back, eyelids closed and smiling. Her clitoris was so very sensitive this morning.

“Rockhurst! To what do I owe the pleasure.”

“Can the niceties you sniveling, Ferret! I’m watching Kendra Goony. There better be a nipple slip before she ends her weather report, or I’ll replace you and transfer your ass to Icebox, Alaska population ten. So dark you won’t know whether its AM or PM.”

“Now! Now! I’ll see to it. Is there anything else?”

“Yeah! It’s supposed to pour down rain tomorrow. Get Goony outdoors reporting in something sheer, no undies. Fuck the FCC, we can override their shit.”

“As you say Rockhurst! If that is all I am pressed for time on the wardrobe malfunction.” CLICK! Parker hung up.

“Dude! I want to be you.”

“Keep watching, Kid.”

Kendra Goony listened through an earpiece as she stood in front of a green screen. The images behind her set to highlight the neighboring counties and a statewide projection for the next few days. Without pausing for even a second, she turned sideways to reach out pointing at a storm center she slyly tugged her dress down on one side. Once she faced her audience in a brief flyby before turning again everyone in greater Nashville saw her full nipple, pointy and seeking attention. Off to her right waiting on her report to finish anchorman Garth Worley spotted her nipple and immediately began drooling. Garth would be all over that chest at the end of transmission. Stud that he was!

“FUCK YEAH! That MILF is fine as hell.” Beau laughed. “I like your style, Gramps. She’s really going to stand out in the rain tomorrow on TV?”

“I guess you’ll need to be up at the crack of dawn to see. Can’t run if its pouring down anyway.”

“True dat! How’s my time doing on running into Andrea this morning? Is she driving Darcy’s car again?”

“The whore is driving her kid.”

“Suggestion! Why don’t I drive her to school this morning. The more time I spend with Andi the faster she wants me. I didn’t get to talk with you much last night, there’s a few things I want to ask and warn you about.”

“Sounds like a fine scheme. The more she likes you the faster I hit her holes.” Evil bastard! Beau shivered at how easily he slipped into madman mold. Cool but scary just the same.

“Your fantasy will be fulfilled on Sunday night if all goes well. I have her planning on sneaking out after her dad leaves on his hunting trip and Darcy goes to bed. She’s ready to lose that virginity to me, rather you. My idea is to tie her to my bed in the basement and blindfold her. Once I have her ready you can take my place and have your fun. Me afterwards I hope.”

“Of course, my boy. I intend to employ you for a month or more to keep her coming back. I also need you to find a way in and bring me the McKellen twins. You know I had their mother at age 15, those little twats are the splitting image of her back then.”