Episode 328: WEEPING WILLOW

6:20 PM! The home of science teacher Roger Dundee. His real home, not the houseboat he frequented.

“Come and get it Titus.”

He was there each day to either feed or pick up after his malamute Titus Tiberius, as Roger loved to harass him with, no real reason other than liking the combination of names. Definitely not on his AKC papers. There in ink the pooch was Titus Tiberius Romanti short for Romantic but not overpowering in the passion of the term. Titus and Tiberius were suggested by Roger’s good friend Dewey Knowles, Tiberius from watching the original Star Trek TV series as a kid, and Romanti due to his former sister-in-law Annie sharing her opinion that it should be based on a Love and War theme. Sounded good to Roger at the time.

200 pounds of fur, milky blue eyes, and a howl that spoke like a human at times, Titus was always happy to see his boss come home. Even happier when he was taken out to the boat overnight for fresh air, then brought home each morning before classes to romp in a big back yard closed in by a ten-foot privacy fence. He had the best life ever. Roger was thinking the same thing now that he had gotten to know Piper Cherry. How good that life remained was in question now that he was certainly breaking the law and engaging sexually with his students in one fashion or another.

“I’m going on a date tonight, Titus. You’re going to have to fend for yourself roomie. Dinner is on me; I’ll bring you some bones home courtesy of Uncle Brock’s kitchen. Just guard the house and maybe one of these days I’ll coax Piper into spending the night with us. She has a lot going on this week so who knows, maybe next weekend. Wanna see her pic?”

He took out his cellphone as the dog inhaled his Gravy Train. Finding a picture that wasn’t naked he chuckled over it. “I won’t share the good pics; you might want a girlfriend.” The dog sniffed at a photo of Piper from work that his master had taken, a simple pose in her dress from the teacher’s lounge. One of her tame moments which was not very often. On a normal day, her early morning romps were riding his cock in front of the other teachers or blowing him in the hallway. Life was incredible! At least for him. “Beautiful, isn’t she? I sniff too, so I won’t hold it against you.” A swift pat to the pup’s head Roger stood up to stretch. “I’m glad she agreed to join me at River Rats in case it gets crazy.” Long story!

“Not just a date Buddy, Piper and I are going there to back up Brock’s new girl Willow. She’s struggling to break it off with her Tennessee Titan, Jericho something or other. With Brock cooking all night she texted me worried about he and his teammates popping into the bar tonight. She’s afraid he might propose. Now that her and Brock have been hitting it off and the guy is back in town, she’s pulling her hair out.” Extensions!

“She wants Brock, but Jericho has no clue she’s been seeing him. It could get ugly. So, if I end up in jail again tonight, you’ll need to fend for yourself until I get home. Doggy door rescue so you have the whole backyard to your Heiney. Now if only you would pick up after yourself. If I gave you baggies, I’d be picking those up too.” As if talking back it sure sounded a whole lot like Titus had said, “Rots of Ruck Baggy!” Too many Scooby Doo cartoons in Roger’s youth he chuckled. Nothing like owning the smartest dog alive. Hell, ownership might just be the other way around.

“You dine and whine I need to head out. Lint roller rescue!” He patted his dog on the head and started for the front door. Food be damned the pup followed him to see him out. Faithful to the very end. Door locked behind his master; Titus went back for the buffet.

Getting into his truck Roger did indeed use his lint roller on his jeans. Dressed in a simple pair of denim blues and a grey polo shirt with white stripes solely around the biceps he wasn’t going all out to impress the ladies. Not with Piper being his date, if it could be called that, technically it was more moral support for Willow Underwood. Piper had the much-needed experience dealing with pro football players, having been married to Atlanta Falcon star Davon Liberty before his imprisonment, then her relocation to Nashville.

In being there for Willow, Piper could at least console Jericho by offering insight into the struggles of being a sports wife. Roger worried more about his brother Brock if things took a turn in case Willow couldn’t cope and shut down both sides. While Brock was doing okay for himself, he sure wasn’t any true millionaire like any pro baller. Money often spoke louder than emotions. Fingers crossed Willow had her head on straight.

The ride across town would take Roger twenty minutes from his fancy enough home in the medium income bracket area of the city. He did well for himself even on a teacher’s salary, his parents leaving he and Brock a sizeable chunk of money to split. While Brock sank his portion into his restaurant, Roger invested and had come out on top almost every year since. His financial adviser Chloe Wilco at Edward-Jones be praised. Roger: Wilco indeed! She had his back. Front if he allowed it. Even at 50, Chloe was pretty fine, if not married.

Looking over traffic at each stop to kill time he happened to spot the McKellen family all in one vehicle. Smirking at the family unit he found it nice to see Josie participating more as a mother and wife. “Good for you, Jo. Good for all of you.” Following them until they turned into a local ice cream parlor he flew by their exit from the main road.

“Sweet tooth it looks like. I’d think with the twin’s birthday party coming up in two days they would save the brain freeze to go along with the cake. Have fun people.” He sure hoped he would. That fumble earlier with Dakota McKellen did not even cross his mind. He served up the dairy long before the ice cream parlor would. Of course, Roger was not the only server today. Miss Punky was on a roll. Mace Belmont! Beau Hunter! Daddy! Yeah, Happy Birthday Kid!

Arriving at his destination he spotted Brock’s sous chef Owen Moss leaving. “River Rats looks kind of dead tonight. I guess he must have let that new sou chef off. Of course, this is a Thursday night, bet tomorrow it will be body to body. No band tonight that usually draws in the younger set is in our favor, but hey, considering the drama that could fill the bar, maybe this is a good thing. Lord, I hope this Jericho guy doesn’t make a scene. Thing is, he has to watch himself being a pro ball guy under contract with the Titans. One wrong move could ruin his career. Although, I wouldn’t be surprised if he had a good lawyer and a deal like we have with the cops in this city. You just know POPO get free tickets on game day. Maybe our deal will keep me out of jail if I have to get between Brock and this guy. I really wish I knew if POPO had our backs enough that they might bow down to us.” Good luck with that dream!

“No way is it just due to Carl Manley. Someday we’ll find out, I guess. Until then ... we’ll see how long the school can avoid public scandal. Fucking in the courtyard twice this week and our body massages today has to draw attention to some folks who won’t agree with it. Whether POPO puts a stop to us I kind of doubt it. They’ve been supportive so far. Hell, I can’t wait to see how Piper outdoes herself at the Rhino game tomorrow night. I really should have gone to the Marquette game, I heard that was insane. Not missing these next two games unless something comes up now that I know what both sets of cheerleaders are getting away with. Fuck my dick’s getting hard thinking of detention with those whores.” He had a good laugh while parking his truck.

“Alright! I might as well head on in. Hard telling when Piper will show up considering she went home to change. I might as well chat with Willow while I can and get a feel of... “ He pondered how sexy the African American beauty was when he and Brock, both tagged her at the houseboat. “My luck she told this Jericho we took her down the DP highway. Black eye here I come.” Strolling toward the club he met a bouncer he hadn’t seen before. Normally it was his buddy Dexter Cromwell, the artist and motorcycle afficionado. This new bouncer a woman with a mohawk of blue dyed hair and full of tattoos shocked him. “How’s it going? Where’s Crom tonight?”

“Night off. I bet you’re Brock’s brother. I see a resemblance.”

“Good eye! Roger!” He fist-bumped her hand. “Nice tats. If you were a car or a bike, I’d think Cromwell painted you.”

“Naaa! My girlfriend does my ink. Full body. If you were a girl, I might show you. My best stuff is in places I like to brag about.” She teased him! “Sorry, man!”

“Don’t be! I totally support choices. You stay fit it looks like.”

“Yep! MMA out at Rough House, both me and my sister Daphne. I’m the tough one though. She’s the looker, I’m the hooker.” She danced about in a boxer pose with swinging jabs. “Left hooker, right hooker.”

“Nice! I might need you later to break up a fight. Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”

“Willow?”

“So, you already know?”

“Yeah, Willow and I get along great. I’ve been here a week and she’s, my rock. She hired me.”

“My bro signs your paychecks. Watch my back tonight I’ll see to it you get a raise.”

“That works.” She chuckled, “Good to meet you, Rog.”

“You too ... uhhh? What’s your name?”

“Fiona Dillman.”

“Pleasures all mine, Fiona. See you around. Buy you a drink later?”

“Naaa! I stay away from anything except protein shakes. Thanks though.”

“I’ll tell Brock to keep some in the cooler just for you.”

“Too kind, Man! Too kind.” She bantered as he headed on into the bar. She rather hoped there might be some physical conflict tonight. She was always itching to show off. If only Brock hadn’t ordered her to wear jeans and a black River Rat’s t-shirt, she might be showing a whole lot more off. Of course, she carved that tee up to be an off the shoulder. Live with-it Bossman! When off duty she often wore bikini top and high-rise booty shorts, or as she referred to them as Oh, Boy shorts. Being gay, boy shorts just sounded too manly. Anyway, back to her guard post!

Entering the bar to a jukebox playing classic rock for a relaxing mood, Roger noted a body count of maybe 25 individuals scattered about at tables or up at the bar. The dance floor was empty and feeling lonesome but again the song playing was Lonesome Loser by the Little River Band. “What a song to be playing at a time like this? Beaten by the Queen of Hearts every time ... fits Willow.” Spying the girl carrying a case of beer bottles from the back coolers he made his way to the bar to visit with another familiar face. “Evening, Luscious Doreen.”

“Oh, hey, Roger. Miss me?” The bubbly bartender whom Roger had fucked behind the bar last week jumped up on the bar. The brunette sat on it with her legs dangling to each side of him, her black latex pants revealing a nice deep plunge into camel territory. With her braless chest boldly crushed together behind an unbuttoned red shirt she teased him with a vertical flash before quickly covering up.

“I remember those nipples. Looks to me like the feeling is mutual.” He palmed her knees then rubbed her upper thighs. He then led his thumbs deeper to roll along her vaginal crease without concern of prying eyes. “How’s our girl Willow holding up?”

“She’s staying tough, but again Jericho isn’t here yet. Hard telling once he shows up. As much as I love Brock ... Jericho is a super stud. No offense, you are too.” She teases him with her boot rubbing along his hip. “He’s really not such a bad guy.”

“Think she’s going to have second thoughts? I have to look out for my baby brother.” Thumbs pressing right up into her cameltoe he located her thick clit and massaged it. She looked down at her lap with a beguiling grin.

“You sure know how to push my buttons.” She giggled! “I honestly don’t know. She’s tough like I said, but she’s been quiet tonight too. Want a beer? I’m buying.”

“You know I drink for free here.” He laughed! “Sure! Now show me how flexible you are.”

“Anything for you.” She scooted closer to him, her chest in his face. “Kiss me goodbye.” Puckering his lips, he kissed both breasts of her deep plunge just as she threw her legs up onto his shoulders, her palms holding her aloft on the bar. Kicking off of Roger she rolled herself into a somersault, her cunt rubbing right across his face then landed back on her side of the bar. Her breasts fell out of her red blouse in her performance. Two guys at the bar chuckled at her and placed tip money in the jar along the back ledge. Both men who were sitting together looked at Roger as if to ask, “Are you tipping her after that?” To which Roger winked! “My tips too big for her Mason jar. Might need a Dixon.” Dicks in! She could not agree more.

“Quit showing off, Ballerina Barbie.” Willow called out from emptying that case of bottles into a cooler. “Hey, Roger! What brings you in on a Thursday?” She knew!

“Are you doing okay, Willy?”

“I’m fine.” Doreen gave Roger a draft mug of Bud Light but licked some suds off the top and made it look as if she had a load in her mouth. That deserved another tip. She was on a bank roll. “Hey! Swallow already.” Tips into Willow’s jar made her grin. “Damn! If I’d known that it was that easy, I’d have drained the tapper.” Tip again. It did brighten her spirits. “Thanks guys.” Of course, nothing lasted forever.

“Here comes trouble.” Doreen warned Willow. “From Tips to Tibbs!” All eyes following the ladies they noted the arrival of a certain quarterback. As if making the girls swoon, he lifted his shirt up to show off his chiseled abdomen. Women in the bar swooned!

Alongside Quarterback Jericho Tibbs was running back Pawnee Burlap and defensive end Thor Rudolph. Thor and Pawnee both African American giants compared to the more lithe but certainly chiseled Jericho it was as if he had bodyguards. Of course, the bouncer Fiona Dillman got their autographs. Not only that but every person in the bar was pointing the trio out with interest. A warm salute from Jericho he shared his pearly whites. “Hit me up later.” He boasted clicking his own pen, then slipping it behind his ear for safe keeping. “There’s my girl.”

Roger eying Willow’s reaction saw her peer at him over her brow with a glimmer of, “Why me?” Roger simply put his hands up and offered, “This is your life, Willy. I won’t be upset either way.” Nodding she mumbled, “Yes, but I will.”

Doreen merely rubbed her manager’s back and offered Thor and Pawnee a drink. Beers an easy fix they pointed at Jericho to warn the bartender that he was paying. A giggle she took a stab at the quarterback sneakily. “I’m open!” Jericho chuckled and removed his wallet passing her a fifty. “I’m keeping the change.” He was good with that.

“Man, it’s great to be home again. All this on the road shit is hell.” Jericho boasted, nodding at Roger. “Get over here woman.”

“Can’t!” Willow held her ground! “Brock won’t allow public displays of affection.”

“Not how I hear it. Word is, he let a goddamn orgy happen in this place.”

“You heard wrong.” She sighed! Fidgeting, Jericho took out his cell and shared video that someone took of Josie McKellen on stage naked with the band, then Piper Cherry dancing naked.

“I especially liked this one.” He shared it with Roger. The video showed Roger hitting Doreen behind the bar. A swift glance for Doreen they all felt low. “I say again, get your ass over here baby.”